I heard Emperor Zhu say this.
Several academicians were silent.
Their eyes turned to the scholars sitting in the square.
High hopes.
They knew that they wanted to change the emperor's mind, or that since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism, the status of Confucianism has suffered an unprecedented impact at this moment!
If it fails today, Confucianism will no longer be the only school respected by the imperial court.
An era of contention among a hundred schools of thought.
Maybe it will come again.
The faces of several Confucian scholars were as dark as water.
And at this time.
There were quite a few people from Zhongdu watching the excitement around Zhuque Square.
"These scholars are so brave. I heard that many people were killed in Sichuan!"
"Killing people? How come I heard there was no killing people?"
"Anyway, this is the knowledge of Confucius that has been part of the imperial examination since ancient times. Now that the court has changed it, these scholars may not have any use for it. They are doing it for their own future."
'Haha, if the imperial court doesn't take the exam, it will be useless. What's the use of such knowledge? '
"Do you dare to question the teachings of Confucius and Mencius?"
"What am I afraid of? Now the emperor doesn't like the teachings of Confucius and Mencius!"
All of a sudden.
Discussions arose.
There are scoffers and there are supporters.
But most of them still watch the fun.
"Oh, just wait, these talents will be beaten soon!"
someone shouted.
"Being beaten?"
"Whoever dares to hit them, they are just reading seeds."
"Why don't you dare to fight? What's wrong with their education? Without fame, they are just ordinary people!"
someone said.
Just when the big guy was talking.
among the scholars.
Chen Chuanjing sat cross-legged and looked at the Meridian Gate. There were the emperor, the left and right prime ministers, the cabinet ministers and other important figures.
According to Chen Chuanjing.
His misfortune, his future, everything about him is in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor sitting on the Meridian Gate.
All I need is a word from His Majesty the Emperor.
His future is back!
But why, why doesn't the emperor do such an easy, simple thing?
How many new things did you learn?
How many people learn the teachings of Confucius and Mencius?
Doesn't it depend on what everyone has learned when it comes to what is tested in the exam?
I have studied the Four Books, Five Classics and Eight-Part Essay for half my life.
Now I suddenly say I won’t take the exam.
For Chen Chuanjing.
The whole world simply collapsed.
He is sitting here.
With a strong sense of mission and responsibility - I am risking my life to remonstrate for the sake of the world's scholars!
Just when the scholars were sitting there with a somewhat tragic look, planning to wait for the emperor to compromise.
On Zhuque Street at the south gate of Zhuque Square, a group of university students wearing new clothes filed in.
The style of their clothes was derived from the military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty Army.
Tailored to a perfect fit, the long sleeves and full skirt were eliminated.
The one used is not a silk style, but a stiffer woolen one.
The straight copper buttons look very stylish when worn on the body.
Their entry immediately attracted everyone's attention.
When I saw the number of new students, I didn’t understand. There were only about a hundred people.
Qin Ying, Zhang Huiyan and others on the Meridian Gate Tower breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Although these new students were told to learn "sports" such as fencing and musket shooting, their numbers were too small to make any big splash.
How can more than a hundred people fight against seven or eight thousand people?
The Six Gentlemen also breathed a sigh of relief.
They watched with smiles as Deng Xianhe and others submitted the petition.
Peaceful protest?
What matters is the number of people!
Call someone from your side
Right now.
The face of the Six Gentlemen changed.
Because there were dense footsteps coming from all directions.
Hear the sound of neat footsteps.
The legs of the six gentlemen and scholars began to tremble.
'It's over, it's over, the army is dispatched! '
'The emperor is going to be brutal! '
"It's over now."
For a while.
The scholars who heard this voice broke into cold sweat on their backs.
Some people almost wanted to run away.
But when they saw the appearance of the person clearly, they were stunned. ,
Not the military.
Wearing clothes similar to those of a new student.
But no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a student!
"Are they also new students?!"
On the Meridian Gate Tower.
Several great scholars were no longer calm.
What kind of students are those?
Have you ever seen a student with his sleeves rolled up and his fists as big as punching bags?
Moreover, these people seemed to be very organized, with someone in charge and their movements neat.
Zhang Huiyan looked at Emperor Zhu in fear.
He thought it was Emperor Zhu who sent out troops.
As a result, Gu Song shook his head and said, "They are factory workers from Songjiang Prefecture."
Zhang Huiyan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing 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 received this beating today.
No big deal.
As long as the emperor can see the determination of the scholars, that will be enough.
"Don't panic, everyone! We, the scholars, have great righteousness in our hearts!!"
Du Ruchong said loudly.
"Brothers! These people are going to destroy our jobs. What do you think we should do?"
"Smash their heads!"
The workers were excited.
boom!
A fist as big as a casserole hit Du Ruchong's face.
The six gentlemen were attacked almost simultaneously.
Now the scholars know what it means to be a scholar meeting a soldier.
The workers would not reason with them.
After arriving at the scene, the scene suddenly became chaotic.
"Beat them!"
The workers rolled up their sleeves and the crowd was excited.
"A gentleman talks but never moves his hands!"
"Gentleman, your mother!"
boom!
A fist as big as a casserole came down.
Soon, the scholars were retreating steadily, and some people began to flee.
"Don't run, don't run!"
The great Confucian disciples on the Meridian Gate were so anxious that they jumped up and down.
Even if all the scholars are beaten to the ground, as long as they do not escape, they can show the emperor the character of the scholar-officials.
If this is a run.
That's so cool.
However, the scholars disappointed the Confucian sect.
Wu Xianggui moved forward without hesitation, slamming his fist forward.
"It's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance!"
Wu Xinzhong was trembling all over. He had no idea that these college students were so disrespectful of martial arts.
Just get started.
This confused the scholars who had originally decided to go on a hunger strike.
Going on a hunger strike together and being beaten together are two different things.
Chen Chuanjing looked terrified.
Keep retreating.
But in the end there is no retreat.
Wu Xianggui stared at Chen Chuanjing: "You are the one who wants to ruin my job?"
"No, no, no, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't."
Chen Chuanjing waved his hands quickly and denied it.
But what greeted him was the iron fist of the workers.
boom!
The front tooth is broken.
Chen Chuanjing rolled around, cried and wailed, and ran away in a panic.
Wouldn't a gentleman stand under a dangerous wall?
However, he ran away.
His future, the future of recruiting scholars with stereotyped writing, was completely gone.
(End of chapter)
