Lin Yuxiu also got up early today.

In fact, he barely slept all night.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in days.

In the past few days, every time he saw Guan Shengjie and the senior brothers of the literary school running for the drumming, he felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

His parents died early, and he never married a wife or children, and his two sisters were also married.

But Guan Shengjie and them are very different. Most of them are old and young.

Lin Yuxiu didn't want to involve them.

can see their enthusiastic appearance, but they can't be persuaded to do so.

Lin Yuxiu was a little worried.

He never thought of making such a big fuss, this was originally his own business, but now it has evolved into a matter of students all over the world.

These were his classmates and friends, his like-minded confidants, some of whom had parents who had cooked and sewed clothes for him, and some whose children had taught him to read. If something happens to them, he will not be able to escape the blame, and he will never have the face to see their families again.

How does this allow him to sleep soundly?

Fortunately, two days ago, the young owner of Wenxintang came back once and talked with him about drinking late at night.

Although the young owner has never entered a literary school, he has also been taught by the sacrificial wine king Lisong, so he calls him a senior brother on weekdays.

"The arrow is on the line, and it has to be sent. You don't have to worry too much. Do your best, and settle for your destiny. The young owner comforted him.

"I'm just afraid that all of us are wishful thinking. His Majesty has been in power for several months, and if he had the intention to restrain his ministers, it should not be the situation he is in now. Lin Yuxiu sighed and said, "I'm afraid that Your Majesty will intend to protect those courtiers who participated in the fraud case." Then our move is to hit a stone with an egg, and it is meaningless. ”

"I assure you, Your Majesty is by no means such a person. Your Majesty has a deep hatred for the Chunqiu fraud case, and it will only be worse than you and me. Otherwise, how could there be a major personnel change in the Ministry of Rites years ago? The New Year is the busiest time for the Ministry of Rites, and His Majesty's request for the officials of the Ministry of Rites to suspend their posts for review is enough to see His Majesty's determination to thoroughly investigate the Chunfu fraud case. It's just that His Majesty doesn't have manpower now, and he is powerless. ”

The young owner patted him on the shoulder: "You are Your Majesty's manpower, and you are the power that Your Majesty can borrow." ”

The two talked all night, from the accumulation of disadvantages in the imperial court to the Xingrui reform, and from the current saint to the current Kechun Xuan.

Shaodong's words somewhat comforted Lin Yuxiu.

March 14th, after all, came.

According to the agreement, he, Guan Shengjie and hundreds of literary school students Chen Zheng arrived outside the Chengtian Gate.

The two-person high Dengwen drum stood on the left side of the Chengtian Gate, next to the base of the palace wall.

However, on either side of the drum stood two gun-wielding forbidden soldiers.

Usually, this is nothing.

Seeing them approaching the golden drum, the two forbidden soldiers shouted, "What are you doing?" ”

This was followed by a check of the coupons one by one and a roster of interrogation records.

After learning that they were the students who came to beat the Dengwen drum and asked for the face of the saint, the forbidden army informed everyone that the drumming in front of the palace needed to be reported to the Taiqing Pavilion in advance, and the matter should be clarified, and the Dengwen drum could only be played after approval.

Lin Yuxiu immediately moved out of the Dajing Statute, pointing out that there was no such provision in it, and questioned the increase in the number of guards, which was suspected of abuse of power.

Lin Yuxiu studied at the age of four, Lin's father was an official to the Criminal Department, and served as the official of the Taiqing Pavilion.

Although Lin's father was later killed in the Taihe Hall because of the death in front of the palace, and even his son could not enter the court as an official in this life, Lin Yuxiu's preferences and ambitions for criminal names have not changed, and the entire Dajing law has long been familiar to him. And he is very eloquent, can speak well, even Wang Lisong is not far behind, where can a few guards bluff him, and he can't answer in a few words.

The Praetorian Guards then called their captain to line up with Lin Yuxiu.

In just a few moments, the captain of the Praetorian Guard team also returned.

So the director of the right guard outpost, the general of the forbidden army, and the director of the military department also appeared in turn.

However, they returned in turn.

More and more people gathered outside the Chengtian Gate.

Behind Lin Yuxiu were the students who came one after another from all over the country, and in front of him were the guards and officials of various ministries and departments.

They were either dressed in armor and spears in their hands, or they were dressed in scarlet robes and black veils on their heads.

Lin Yuxiu had no armor or official uniform, only a moon-white robe washed to ashes, and a scroll of petitions and complaints in his arms.

But he only relied on his three-inch tongue and argued with reason, so that these people who held high positions with knives and guns were helpless.

In ancient times, there were loyal and martial marquis tongue battle group Confucian, and now there are Lin Yuxiu tongue war generals.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, seeing that the sun was getting higher and higher, and there were more and more students outside Chengtianmen.

"If the champion of Chunyu is worthy of his name, why can't he reason with us in court?"

"Wang Saijiu did not draw a pledge on the pleadings of the three divisions, why can he be sentenced to exile?"

"The imperial court promised us an explanation for the Chunfu fraud case within a month, why hasn't there been an explanation for more than a month now?"

"The senior brother of the literary school is obviously assisting in the investigation of fraud cases, why is he not even allowed to visit the prison until now?"

"In the list of filial piety and honesty announced by the Ministry last year, Xu Wang in it is obviously not from Yingzhou, why can he be promoted by the Yingzhou School Bureau?"

"Why don't we beat the drum face saint? What are you afraid of? ”

……

There were more and more angry doubts in the crowd, seeing that the Praetorian Guards could not control the situation with only a few dozen people.

The head of the outpost looked anxious, he was ordered by Luo Zichang to stabilize the situation outside the door, and squeezed out time for him to go to the inner palace to ask the emperor for an order to mobilize the forbidden army.

As long as they can withstand the forbidden army and leave the palace, these chaotic people will naturally disperse.

After all, in the folk where the idea of divine authority of kings is deeply rooted, the name of the emperor is still very deterrent.

The forbidden army is the symbol of the emperor, and when these people see the banner of the forbidden army, they will understand that it is useless to beat the drum or face saint, and the emperor will not stand on their side at all.

At that time, the people's hearts will be self-defeating, and if they catch a few people who are making trouble, this matter will be calmed down, and maybe they can get Luo Zichang's blue eyes and promote him to be a general.

Therefore, there must be no mistakes outside the Chengtian Gate.

Now that the situation could not be stabilized, the director of the outpost hurriedly ordered the captain of Chengtianmen to go to the palace to send a message to Luo Zichang.

Luo Zichang came soon. And with people, many people.

The two gates of Chengtianmen opened one after another, and the forbidden army in a neat line followed behind Luo Zichang, and there were thousands of people at a glance.

The first guard held aloft the flame flag, which symbolized the royal family of Dajing.

The director of the outpost was happy in his heart: the forbidden army left the palace to quell the chaos.

The rebels fell silent, and timidly turned their heads and ears.

The officers and soldiers outside the door made way for Luo Zichang one after another.

"Who is going to face the saint?" Luo Zichang pressed the sword on his waist, glanced at the scholars in front of him in cloth robes with a pale face, and asked.