"Damn it! Daring! They should all be pulled out and hung up with street lights!"

Looking at the various evidences and confessions sent from Qufu, Su Yan was furious, turned into a desktop cleaning master, swept everything to the ground, and made a screeching sound of ping-pong.

Zhang Huangyan's face was also gloomy on the side, his hands trembling from excessive anger, and he said, "Your Highness, since the charges against the Confucian Mansion have been investigated, please arrest Kong Xingxie and his henchmen immediately!" Kong Xingxie is no longer worthy of the position of Yan Shenggong, and I also ask His Highness to ban his name as Yan Shenggong and severely punish him!"

Su Yan didn't object, he nodded, and said, "Give an order in the name of your Shandong governor, after all, Gu is still in a coma now, and it is inconvenient to give an order."

When Zhang Huangyan heard this, his face was puzzled, and he asked, "Why does Your Highness continue to act with the Confucius Mansion and King Han? Now that the matter is clear, we should directly arrest the rebels by thunder, so as not to have too many dreams at night."

"What you say makes sense, but Lone wants to personally return to Nanjing to organize the capture of King Han and his henchmen, and meet this great enemy who is still bent on infighting."

Su Yan said with a gloomy face.

Seeing this, Zhang Huangyan didn't continue, he nodded and said, "Xiaguan understands."

After the two discussed, they began to act separately, Su Yan directly led the guards regiment south to return to Nanjing, and Zhang Huangyan at the same time ordered the infantry soldiers of the third town to divide into two routes, all the way in the city according to the map Suoji to arrest Kong Xingxie and Han Wang's henchmen, all the way to Qufu to arrest all the Confucian people.

Before Su Yan left Jinan, he also sent a fast horse back to Nanjing, told Xu He about the matter, and asked him to prepare first and attack the clan relatives led by King Han.

The third town's mighty arrest operation in the city successfully attracted everyone's attention, so much so that Kong Xingxie and Li Tengjiao did not notice that Su Yan had disguised themselves and led the guards to leave Jinan and rush towards Nanjing.

Kong Xingxie had no idea that he would one day be arrested by heavily armed soldiers, and before he could even react, those soldiers directly surrounded the hotel he had contracted, broke down the door, and rushed to the room on the second floor.

At this time, Kong Xingxie was still in the room looking at the books he was carrying, he listened to the noise outside, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, he just put down the book and walked to the door to check what was happening outside.

I heard a chaotic sound of footsteps outside, and the angry scolding of the butler mixed with it stopped abruptly after a scream, and then the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and the door panel slammed into Kong Xingxie's face, causing him to fall backwards with a thud.

Kong Xingxie covered his buzzing head in pain, and just as he wanted to scold, he was forcibly pulled up from the ground by several soldiers and tied up with rough hemp rope.

Now he couldn't care about the pain in his head, and hurriedly shouted, "What are you doing here? I am a descendant of saints, how can you treat me so roughly—"

"Smack!"

"Shut up, you."

The soldier on the side impatiently gave him a *** fight, and the crisp slap interrupted Kong Xingxie's mouth that was still chattering, his voice was suddenly stuck in his throat, and an obvious red slap mark appeared on his face.

Seeing that the effect of the fight was very good, the soldier showed a satisfied smile, and in order to prevent Kong Xingxie from making any more noise, he casually took a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, and then escorted Kong Xingxie away with his robe.

Of course, the butler who had tried to stop the soldiers, but was smashed to the ground by the butt of a gun, and the rest of the Confucian subordinates who had come with him were also taken away, and the inn quickly regained its calm.

After the officers and soldiers are gone, those who hid in the back hall did not dare to come out of the small two and the shopkeeper tremblingly, they looked at the chicken feathers in this place, wanted to cry without tears, for a long time, Xiao Er said to the shopkeeper: "The shopkeeper, why don't we close our business for a few days to avoid the limelight, in case the government comes again, who would dare to come to live."

His words reminded the shopkeeper, who nodded tremblingly and said, "What you said is good, I will settle the account for you for these few days, and you can come back in a few days."

No matter what happened next to this inn, because the soldiers of the third town did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts, the news of Yan Shenggong's arrest was quickly spread by the people of good deeds throughout most of Jinan City.

At this moment, the Confucian literati in Jinan City couldn't sit still, how could they, who had been indoctrinated with Confucianism since childhood, sit back and watch the descendants of the saints being imprisoned in such a rude and humiliating way.

Therefore, at the call of an indignant Confucian student, most of the Confucian students in the Jinan government school, the government school, the government school, and other schools took to the streets, intending to go to the open space in front of the governor's office to protest and demonstrate.

However, they were not able to do so.

Forgetting the martial law that was still in place in the city, these angry Confucian scholars had just taken to the streets, and before they could gather the crowd, they were forcibly dispersed by the soldiers patrolling the streets.

Some Confucianists are accustomed to acting as powerful and blessed on weekdays, thinking that these Qiu Ba will let them like those people, and they will directly go forward to theorize with the soldiers, where will these soldiers from the south get used to them, and pick up the butt of the gun to beat these Confucian students who have not been forced to run away, and the ghosts cry and howl wolves.

On the other side, Kong Xingxie was not directly sent to the cage, but was brought to Zhang Huangyan first.

He looked at Zhang Huangyan angrily with a slightly red and swollen face that had been slapped, Kong Xingxie just wanted to open his mouth to question, but the soldier who escorted him in directly kicked him on the back of his knee, and the words that came to his mouth were swallowed hard, and his lower limbs ached, and he knelt heavily on the hard floor.

This kneeling, Zhang Huangyan, who was sitting a few steps away, could hear the muffled sound of bones hitting the ground, and his face twitched subconsciously, feeling pain for Kong Xingxie.

Kong Xingxie screamed in pain directly, he had been pampered since he was a child, where had he been treated like this, the shame in his heart and the pain in his body made his tears flow out at once.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Zhang Huangyan with both grievance and anger, gritted his teeth and asked, "What am I guilty of? I am a descendant of saints, a dignified Father, how can I be coerced with swords and spears and bound with ropes?"

"What a sin for me." Zhang Huangyan jumped up from the throne suddenly, he picked up the thick accusations and confessions stacked on the table, threw them at Kong Xingxie, and said angrily: "Your Confucian family has been rooted in Qufu for several generations, and the past dynasties have been deeply favored by the emperor, but they do not want to be loyal to the monarch and serve the country, but instead poison the people of Qufu, corrupt the law and do all kinds of evil, and betray the lord to seek glory after the Tatars enter the customs, groveling and showing flattery, do you know now that you are a descendant of the saint?" You have become a descendant of saints in vain!"

Those charges hit Kong Xingxie's body, and slowly fell to the ground, the content of the text on it flashed into his sight, he just took a cursory look, and suddenly felt a chill in his back, and his mouth was full of relish, and he knew better than anyone else the secrets of the Confucian Mansion recorded on it.

Finished.

The Confucian Mansion is over, completely finished.

Kong Xingxie thought desperately, he originally wanted to rely on the name of Yan Shenggong to fool the past, but looking at Zhang Huangyan's attitude, he could see the determination of the imperial court to some extent.