"Who are they?"

Xue Ne was a little confused by this question.

But I still answered honestly.

"Gongsheng, Reader"

"Do they have weapons?"

"Never"

"Is it time to close the gates?"

"Nope"

Xue Ne's voice in reply gradually faded.

"Then why close the gates?"

Xue Ne couldn't answer.

"What kind of place is this? This is the imperial palace of the Holy Queen, close the city gates! ”

"Do you want to tell the world that the Holy Queen is afraid of her people?"

"Afraid of this group of unarmed readers?"

There was no shouting, and there was no pretending to be cold.

Princess Taiping's voice is so ordinary.

But she said that the momentum that naturally flowed at this time made Xue Ne, who had been through a hundred battles, a little unbearable.

"Don't dare"

"I know you don't dare, just don't make this silent look, you don't have to break the sharpness of a good man"

This is a simple conversation.

Princess Taiping, who was originally a little confused, was in a much better mood.

After glancing at the Qingjin torrent again, he said in a normal tone.

"Please idol, enter the Imperial City, Chaotianzi, since they must enter the Imperial City, then let them in"

This sentence is more like a self-talk.

Princess Taiping also stopped looking, turned around and walked downstairs in the city.

The "ten thousand good men" in the last sentence of the dialogue appeased Xue Ne very well.

Coupled with the responsibility, even if you know that you may hit the nail again.

He still followed Princess Taiping's side and asked.

"Do you want to send some men and horses to reinforce the Miyagi gate? In case these people storm the palace after entering the imperial city"

"Faithful! But remember that your duty is to guard the Xuanren Gate, and it is enough to do your part. Finally, I would like to remind you that they are the children of the Holy Queen, and the people come to see the Son of Heaven unarmed, so at least in this palace, the Holy Queen will never let them see the soldiers. ”

"That, that one"

"They will no longer be His Majesty's people!"

"That's not your job, though."

There was no more explanation, and after Princess Taiping left this sentence, she steadily descended the castle tower and returned to the palace.

Under the gaze of hundreds of people, the Qingjin torrent walked into the Xuanren Gate and walked into the imperial city.

From beginning to end, the Zuo Yulin guards on duty at Xuanren Gate did not assemble or obstruct them.

In short, there was nothing unusual about watching the tributes roll forward in rows carrying the icons.

It was very quiet in the vast imperial city, and the temple supervisors and officials of the various ministries who always had to find an opportunity to hang out when there was nothing to do in the past shrank into the official room.

Peek out the half-open window to see the advance of the torrent, and look at the Confucian boy who walked at the front of the torrent.

As soon as he entered the imperial city, Li Xingzhou did not lead the tributes to call out those Confucian classics.

It was just a silent march, and for a moment, the entire imperial city heard the rustling of footsteps.

Finally, the torrent of Qingjin came to the end of the imperial city.

More than ten meters in front of you is the taller and thicker Miyagi Gate.

The gate of the palace city is like the Xuanren Gate of the imperial city, and it is impossible to see the increase in the number of Xue Ne's left feather guards.

I don't see any saber-rattling arrangements in them, everything is ordinary.

The only thing that was unusual was that there was a person standing on a high wooden table at the gate of Miyagi, which was originally used to serve tea pots for the soldiers on duty.

An old man in a purple robe, with gray sideburns and a resolute face.

The old man watched silently as the torrent of green water continued to roll forward.

It was so close that when he and Li Xingzhou could see each other's faces clearly, the old man standing on the high wooden table spoke loudly.

"It's Di Renjie, you have entered the imperial city, let's stop there"

Although his sideburns are gray, his mid-air is quite sufficient.

Li Xingzhou, who was walking in the front, stopped, and the dozen or so tributes who were carrying the statue with him also stopped.

Almost at the same moment, an exclamation sounded at the front of the Gongsheng torrent, which had been quiet and silent since entering the Imperial City.

"Di Gong!"

"Di Ge Lao!"

"Di Gong is here, and this case will definitely be revealed"

The exclamation of surprise spread back little by little, and soon every Gongsheng spread all over it.

It turned out that the Gongsheng who had never stopped in front of Zuo Yulinwei's blade and spear stopped in unison.

From the Gongyuan, all the way with the tragic and lonely anger of the torrent of Qingjin after a sentence.

He stopped in front of the old man named Di Renjie.

Li Xingzhou looked very carefully at this most famous and popular virtuous minister during Wu Zetian's reign.

There are too many records about him in the history books, and there are too many praises for him.

When he was in charge of the sentence, he had decided a large backlog of cases in just one year after taking office.

More than 17,000 people were involved in these cases.

However, after Di Renjie's verdict was completed, none of the more than 17,000 people sued for justice.

He judges cases like God to such a degree, and handles matters fairly to such a level.

Then the name of "Di Qingtian" spread all over the world.

Although the people in the alleys of remote states also know that there is a big blue sky in the imperial court, and a big good official is called Di Renjie.

Not only is he like a god in judging cases, but when he holds other official positions, Di Renjie can also achieve "the impermanence of a saint and the heart of the people", sympathize with the people, and love the people like a son.

With such accumulation over time, he has set up an unshakable personality monument in the hearts of the people of Datang.

So much so that the people would always give the greatest trust when they saw him.

This is the fundamental reason why he can make the torrent of Qingjin stop abruptly with one sentence.

Zhou Wu inherited the Tang dynasty and had tens of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of officials.

But the only person who can make everyone in the world fall in love with him is Di Renjie!

"Today's matter of the Gongyuan, the Son of Heaven has heard about it. If you are as you think, the court will give you justice."

Langsheng said this.

Di Renjie's gaze shifted from Gongsheng's crowd to Li Xingzhou at the front.

"You are Li Xingzhou, a scholar from Qinghe?"

At this time, the statue of Kong Sheng had been put down, and Li Xingzhou asked.

After stepping forward and saluting Di Renjie, he said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes"

As a small anchor, seeing the legendary characters, Li Xingzhou's heart was still trembling at this time.

"And when you want to go to the Son of Heaven, you can't go with so many people, since this matter is caused by you, let you go to face the saint on behalf of these tribute students."

Li Xingzhou raised his head suddenly, and looked directly at Di Renjie.

"Just me?"

"Why, don't you dare?"

Things have developed to this point, Li Xingzhou has no way out, so there is no need to be afraid.

Moreover, with Di Renjie sitting here, he just didn't want to go alone, and it was difficult for these tribute students to act according to his guidance.

Hearing this, he didn't argue anything, and turned around after smiling lightly.

Straighten out some messy clothes on your body.

After Li Xingzhou stood still, he bowed and bowed to the Gongsheng crowd.

Seeing this, the tribute students who were standing at the front of the crowd hurriedly returned the salute.

It was still a hoarse voice.

"To be able to participate in this grand event of protecting the Holy Path with all of you brothers today is really the first thing in my life!"

"If there is a coming day, I will drink and talk with you, and I will not return home if I am not drunk."

"If there is no coming day, let's meet in the next life!"

"Farewell, everyone!"

After saying that, Li Xingzhou saluted Gong Sheng again.

Without looking back, he turned around and walked straight into Miyagi.

Looking at his somewhat immature but firm back, I recalled the scenes along the way.

The hearts of the tribute students were complicated and indescribable, especially the dozen or so young scholars who carried the icon with him.

Among them, some people had red eyes and shouted at Li Xingzhou's back.

"Li Xingzhou, I'm waiting for you here, we're waiting for you here, you must come back!"