Soon, the prefects of the three auxiliaries returned to their respective offices with the edicts, and after showing the sealed edicts to the officials in the palaces, the subordinates immediately began to write the draft of the proclamation.

Drafting, finalizing, transcribing, reprinting......

We have our own set of processes.

It didn't take long for dozens of announcements written on plain silk to be ready.

An Le looked at these proclamations and was very satisfied, and he had to post them as soon as possible.

An Le called the re-recruited subordinates and handed him all the proclamations.

"These proclamations will be immediately posted in all the alleys, and ten pavilion guards will be sent to guard each place where the proclamations are posted."

An Le paused, and then said: "No, increase to twenty people, and if someone makes trouble, they will be arrested and taken to the county prison on the spot." ”

"Yui!"

An Le smiled a little proudly, this matter must be done beautifully and properly in order to leave a good impression on the Son of Heaven and the general.

When An Le sent people out, Jing Zhaoyin and You Fufeng also sent people out at almost the same time.

An hour later, the streets and alleys of Chang'an City and Beichengguo were plastered with proclamations to Emperor Xiaowu's temple number.

In order to spread the news more quickly, the guards of the pavilion will also explain the contents of the proclamation to the onlookers.

After all, there are still a few literate people in the Han Dynasty, and everyone can only listen to the explanations of the pavilion guards.

The name of Emperor Xiaowu, who has been silent for a long time, once again appeared in everyone's ears.

The eyes of the elderly are complex, which contain nostalgia, worry, and reminiscence......

And the young people were chattering and discussing one by one, with fiery expressions on their faces......

A generation has a generation's memory, and the same thing will have a different image in the eyes of different people.

So it didn't take long for everyone's word of mouth to spread the news that the imperial court had given Emperor Xiaowu a temple number immediately spread throughout Chang'an.

The majority of the people, in a mixed and uneasy mood, accepted this result.

At the same time, the clever people also found that the atmosphere in Chang'an City suddenly became a lot more solemn, and the pavilion guards on the street were all wearing armor and swords, and even bows and arrows were recited, which was completely different from the usual appearance of giggling.

However, most of the people did not want to pay attention to this matter, and after a heavy rain, there were still many things to do: broken houses to be repaired, collapsed courtyard walls to be built, and soaked ground to be repaired......

For a while, Chang'an City fell into a kind of silence.

……

Although the sun was shining outside, the courtyard built by Xiahou was extremely cold.

Xia Housheng and the other two doctoral officers gathered together, in the stuffy study, making the final conspiracy.

"Today, the proclamation to Emperor Xiaowu to go to the temple has been sent."

"Well, a disciple has already copied it for me."

"I heard that the guards in the city are much stricter, and Beique has also transferred many Lang Guards, is it ...... what we are planning" Hu Chang's face showed some fear.

"I'm afraid this matter is not an order from the county official, only a general can mobilize so many soldiers, at the salt and iron meeting that year, he stood with us and others, and now that the wind has changed, I want to kill them all." Xiahou Jian gritted his teeth and said.

"The news has been released, don't wait any longer, wait any longer, where will I wait for the face of Confucianism, he has a blade, I have the hearts of the people, the will of the people, but the face of the blade does not change!"

In fact, the current situation is what Xiahou Jian did not expect, he originally thought that as long as a little wind was released, the county officials would announce that they would go to the palace to appease, and after a harmony between the monarch and the minister, they naturally got their own place - the county officials had a good reputation as a corporal of Lixian, and the Confucian was not afraid of the reputation of death, and like Dong Zi, he was entrusted with important tasks.

It's a win-win situation.

didn't think about it, Weiyang Palace didn't move at all; The county magistrate also did nothing.

It must be Huo Guang, who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, instigating from the side.

Fool me Confucianism and no one!?

"Tomorrow, I'll go to Beique to kneel and sit to death!" Xiahou Jian made the final decision.

The two accomplices quietly hesitated, but eventually nodded as well.

A storm without rain and wind has finally arrived.

On the first day of August, in Chang'an City, the heat was still very heavy, and even in the early morning, it made people breathless.

At the end of the day, some houses in Shangguanli, Qili and Beichengguo opened their doors early.

Some people dressed in robes and crowns came out of their homes.

These inconspicuous water droplets first gathered into small puddles in the alleys, and then merged into a river...... In the end, it surged towards the north gate.

When they came to the junction of Qili and the north of Weiyang Palace, more than 100 people had gathered.

The leaders are naturally the doctoral officials Xiahou Jian and Hu Chang.

The Confucian scholars who followed them were mainly young people in their twenties and thirties, but there were also some old Confucians with gray temples.

Many of these people were wearing breathable and cool summer robes made of silk, but many of them were also wearing old and heavy linen robes, and they were already sweating profusely along the way.

It seems that they are all Confucian students, but there is also a gap between the rich and the poor in life.

At this time, standing in place, they could already see the tall shadow of Beique in front of them, and behind that shadow was the Weiyang Palace where the Son of Heaven lived.

Since it was still early and there were not many pedestrians, the few passers-by occasionally passed by gave a surprised glance at this group of people of different colors, not knowing what they were going to do.

Xiahou Jian waited for about a quarter of an hour, and found that there were no more Confucian scholars gathered.

In this Chang'an City, there are at least thousands of Confucian students, and now there are only more than a hundred, which seems to be too few.

Xiahou Jian pulled Hu Chang into the dark and asked, "Hu Gong, why are only these people here, I counted them, and it seems that none of the doctoral disciples I brought with me came." ”

Hu Chang hurriedly said: "In the past few days, I have been running all over the large and small study houses in Chang'an City, as long as there are places where Confucian students haunt, I have pushed the door in, and I have tried my best to speak, many people say that they are coming, but I have not seen anyone at the moment." ”

"Then I know, it must be Tian Wangsun and those people who are obstructing them, and they are actually against the people, it is really a shame for my Confucian." Xiahou Jian said viciously.

"Yes...... But aren't we representing the people's hearts, why are they moved by Tian Wangsun's words? Hu Chang said quite decisively that day, but after all, he didn't know much about the rivers and lakes and the court, and he only knew the word "people's heart", but he didn't know what the real people's heart was.

"Hmph, it's all a bunch of short-sighted rats!"

"So what should we do now? Is it going back or going? ”

"This matter has already caused a storm in Chang'an, if I go back at this moment, then I will have the face to be a doctor, let alone think about staying in Chang'an."

"It's okay, there are enough people in a hundred and dozens of people, and there are a lot of old Confucians here, maybe a few can be killed, and then they can force Huo Guang and them to admit their votes."

"What's more, there is also Yan Gong's backhand, after dawn, he will bring someone to help me wait."

"That'...... Then go to Beique? Hu Chang asked hesitantly.

"Yes, let's go to Beique now!"

After Xia Houjian finished speaking, he immediately shouted a few times and gathered more than a hundred people around him.

"Listen, listen!"

(End of chapter)