Heard Emperor Zhu say this.

Several scholars fell silent.

Their eyes looked at the scholars sitting in the square.

I have high hopes.

They knew that they wanted to change the emperor's mind, or that since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed the hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone, the status of Confucianism has been unprecedentedly impacted at this moment!

If it is defeated today, Confucianism will no longer be the exclusive study of the imperial court.

The era of a hundred schools of thought.

Maybe it's going to come again.

Several Confucian scholars sank like water.

And at this time.

Around Suzaku Square, there are a lot of people in the middle of the city who see the excitement.

"These scholars are really brave, I heard that a lot of people have been killed in Sichuan!"

"Murder? How did I hear that there was no killing? ”

"In any case, this is Confucius's knowledge has been the content of the imperial examination since ancient times, and this court has changed, and these scholars are afraid that there is no use for them, and they are also for their own future."

'Hehe, if the court doesn't take the exam, it's useless, what's the use of this kind of learning? ’

"You dare to question the way of Confucius and Mencius?"

"What am I afraid of? Now the emperor doesn't like the way of Confucius and Mencius! ”

All of a sudden.

Discussion abounded.

There are mockers, and there are supporters.

But most of them are still lively.

"Heh, wait, these showmen will be beaten up soon!"

Someone shouted.

"Beaten?"

"Whoever dares to beat them, they are reading seeds."

; "Why don't you dare to fight? What happened to their reading seeds? If you don't have fame, you're just a common man! ”

Someone said.

Just as the big guy was talking.

In the midst of the scholars.

Chen Chuanjing sat cross-legged, his eyes looked at the noon gate, where was the emperor, the prime ministers of the cabinet, the ministers of the cabinet, and other big figures.

In Chen Chuanjing's view.

His misfortune, his future, his everything, were in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, who sat above the noon gate.

All it takes is a word from His Majesty the Emperor.

His future is back!

But why, why is it so easy, such a simple thing, the emperor just doesn't do it?

How many are new?

How many people have learned the way of Confucius and Mencius?

Isn't it up to you what you learn in the exam?

I have studied the Four Books, Five Classics and Eight Strands of Literature for half my life.

Now I suddenly say I won't take the test.

For Chen Chuanjing.

It's like the whole world is collapsing.

He's sitting here.

With a strong sense of mission and responsibility - I am risking death for the sake of the world!

Just when the scholars sat in place with a bit of sadness and planned to wait for the emperor to compromise.

On Suzaku Street at the south gate of Suzaku Square, a group of university students dressed in new costumes rushed in.

The style of the clothes on their bodies was born from the military uniforms of the Ming Army.

It was cut to a good fit, and the long-sleeved wide skirt was canceled.

It is not a silk style, but a more upright tweed.

The straight copper buckle looks very spiritual when worn on the body.

Their entry also attracted everyone's attention for the first time.

When I saw that I didn't understand the number of new students, there were only about 100 people.

Qin Ying, Zhang Huiyan and others who were on the upper floor of Wumen City were greatly relieved.

Although these new students heard that they were going to learn "sports" such as fencing and musket shooting, they were too small to make any big waves.

How can more than a hundred people fight against seven or eight thousand people?

The six gentlemen were also relieved.

They watched with a smile as Deng Xianhe and others submitted the petition.

Peaceful protests?

It's the number of people!

It's on your side

Right now.

The faces of the six gentlemen changed.

Because dense footsteps came from all directions.

Hear the sound of neat footsteps.

The legs of the six gentlemen and the scholars began to tremble.

'It's over, it's over, the army is out! ’

'The emperor is going to be brute! ’

"It's over."

Time.

The soldiers who heard this voice broke out in a cold sweat on their backs.

Some people almost want to slip away.

But when they saw the appearance of the person who came, they were all stunned. 、

Not the military.

Wear clothes similar to those of a new student.

But how to look. They don't look like students!

"Are they new students too?!"

Upstairs at the Noon Gate.

A few big Confucians are not calm.

What kind of students are those?

Have you ever seen a student roll up his sleeves and fist like a punching bag?

And these people seem to be very organized, with someone in charge of command, and the movements are neat.

Zhang Huiyan looked at Emperor Zhu in fear.

He also thought that Emperor Zhu had dispatched an army.

As a result, Gu Song shook his head and said, "They are factory workers from Songjiang Mansion. ”

Zhang Huiyan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

As long as it's not the military

As long as the army is not dispatched.

It shows that Emperor Zhu is still playing according to the rules.

That means ...

Even if the scholars were beaten today.

It's not a big deal.

As long as the emperor can see the determination of the scholars.

"Don't panic! We are scholars, and we have a heroic righteousness in our chests!! ”

Du Ruchong said loudly.

"Brothers! It's these people who are going to smash our jobs, what do you say we should do? ”

"Smash their dogs' heads!"

The workers were excited.

Bang!

The big fist of the casserole smashed into Du Ruchong's face.

The six gentlemen were attacked almost simultaneously.

Now the show talents can be regarded as knowing, what is called show talent encountering soldiers.

The workers don't reason with them.

After arriving at the scene, the scene immediately became chaotic.

"Beat them up!"

The workers rolled up their sleeves and were excited.

"The gentleman doesn't move his hands!"

"Gentleman, your mother!"

Bang!

The big fist of the casserole smashed down.

Soon, the scholars were losing ground and some people were already slipping away.

"Don't run, don't run!"

The great Confucian gate on the noon gate was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

Even if all the scholars are beaten down, as long as they don't run away, they can show the emperor the character of the scholars.

It's a run.

That's a.

However, the scholars disappointed the Great Confucians.

Wu Xianggui was indomitable, and his fist smashed forward.

"Insult Sven, insult Sven!"

Wu Xinzhong trembled, he didn't expect that these college students were so unmartial arts.

Get straight to the ground.

This made the soldiers who were determined to go on a hunger strike to protest confused.

It's not the same thing to go on a hunger strike and get beaten together.

Chen Chuanjing looked terrified.

Keep backing up.

But in the end, there is no way back.

Wu Xianggui stared at Chen Chuanjing: "It's you who want to smash Lao Tzu's job?" ”

"No, no, no, I don't have I don't have I don't."

Chen Chuanjing hurriedly waved his hand and denied it.

But he was greeted by the iron fist of the workers.

Bang!

The front teeth are broken.

Chen Chuanjing crawled with a roll and crawl, wailing with tears, and ran away in a panic.

Doesn't a gentleman stand under a dangerous wall?

However, he ran this one.

His future, the future of the Eight Strands, is completely gone.

(End of chapter)