Zhao Mengqi stood at the top of Hening Gate, looking down at the dark crowd not far away.
Individual people are always small, but once they gather together, they are like mountains and seas, but they are overwhelming and shake the world.
'Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it! '
This sentence that Li Er often talked about has become a famous saying for generations. Zhao Mengqi is naturally familiar with it, but it was only now that he realized it intuitively and truly.
Since ancient times, political players have had a love-hate relationship with group power.
If you use it well, you will be invincible and help you achieve success. If you use it poorly and you lose control, you will be devoured by this power and your corpse will be wiped out!
There are always people who like to dance on the edge of the cliff and race horses on the tightrope. The person who started this trend is actually Zhao Mengqi, too!
Zhao Mengqi withdrew his gaze and said, "Go down and meet them!"
"Your Highness! A gentleman will not build a dangerous wall! You can't go!" Chang Geng was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he didn't even care about his tone, and hurriedly stopped Zhao Mengqi.
"What kind of dangerous wall is this?" Zhao Mengqi raised his hand and tapped Chang Geng's breastplate twice, grinning, "Besides, I am not a gentleman. Don't worry, as long as I am still the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, they will not dare to If anything happens, if something happens to me, everyone will have to be buried with me, how can they be willing to do so?"
Before the city gate opened, Chang Geng advised again, "Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will summon the guards immediately."
"No, a few of you are enough. Open the door!"
There was a long and heart-wrenching creaking sound, and the heavy iron-clad city gate was completely opened.
"It's time to oil up..." Zhao Mengqi picked his ears and stepped out of the city gate.
Chang Geng, Zeng Ba, Wu Qiong, and Geng Zhi followed closely, their armor pages rustling.
Looking at the densely packed heads not far away, Gengzhi felt a little thirsty and subconsciously pulled the belt under his throat.
"Are you scared?" Wu Qiong's voice was playful.
"Yes." Upright is really upright.
This made Wu Qiong stop laughing at him, and instead comforted him, "Don't be afraid, just treat them like wheat in the field..."
After standing for more than an hour, Hu Zhongyi's feet were numb. When he was impatient, he heard the sound of the city gate opening. He couldn't help but perked up and looked up.
I saw that the array of forbidden troops in front of the city gate seemed to be split open, and a passage was opened in the middle. A young man wearing a crane cloak walked out swaggering and marched towards him.
He had never seen Zhao Mengqi before, so naturally he couldn't recognize him. He was wondering in his heart that if he walked on the street with such an arrogant posture, he would either get beaten or tripped.
Yuan Ze on the side recognized Zhao Mengqi, but felt surprised in his heart, loyal to the king? How dare he?
At this time, nearly ten thousand people had gathered on Royal Street. Some people in the front saw Zhao Mengqi. There were still a few people who knew Zhao Mengqi, such as Zongxue students, so word spread around, causing an uproar immediately.
"Is this Prince Zhong? He looks thin and weak, but he is also elegant and has a fairy spirit. How can he kill people?"
"Hey...people can't be judged by their appearance, and bad people can't have words written on their faces..."
"Don't forget, he is now possessed by an evil dragon, and his heart is poisonous!"
"Then he is really brave. Doesn't he know that everyone is here for him?"
"I heard that he was a fool before, maybe he got sick again."
"Since he's here and hasn't brought many people with him yet, why don't we go up and beat him to death? Then won't the strange disease in the city be cured!?"
"Straight bitch, you're afraid you'll get kicked by a donkey. If you dare to say this, aren't you afraid of killing the nine tribes!... Stay the hell away from me, don't say we know each other!"
Amid all kinds of shock and discussion, Zhao Mengqi walked straight up to the two little girls. When everyone was guessing what he was going to do and even worried about the two little girls, Zhao Mengqi untied the crane cloak and took it off. Then he pulled the two girls together and put the crane cloak on them.
"Don't be hypocritical! You murderer!"
Cai Li's voice was stern, but she didn't dare to approach Zhao Mengqi. She just summoned up the courage to yell, "Da Ya Er Ya, he is the one who killed your father. We don't want his clothes! Take them off!"
The two girls, one is six years old and the other is less than five years old, are still ignorant about worldly affairs. They know that their life has become very miserable without their father, but they do not have a very specific concept of killing, and they do not feel that The husband in front of me is scary, but I feel very friendly.
But they had to listen to their mother's words, so they both reached out to untie the clothes tied by Zhao Mengqi.
Zhao Mengqi held their hands and smiled gently, "When others don't care about your warmth and coldness, remember to care about it yourself."
The two sisters looked at him, their eyes full of confusion and confusion, but they seemed to understand what he meant, stopped their hands, huddled in the crane cloak, and kept each other warm.
Zhao Mengqi smiled happily, straightened up, looked at Cai Li, his face turned cold, "Children are innocent, don't treat them as tools! You know the reason why you are here, and I also know what to do." We’re almost done acting, let’s calm down for a while.”
The cold and sharp gaze seemed to penetrate into Cai Li's heart, penetrating into all her thoughts, leaving her mouth open, unable to utter a word for a long time.
"False benevolence and righteousness! Why didn't they end up in such misery thanks to your own hand!? Do you think you are deceiving the world with small favors now!?"
Hearing this question, Zhao Mengqi looked up and saw a student in white clothes in his twenties, who looked like Zhou Zheng and had an awe-inspiring and upright look on his face.
"Who are you?"
"Master Tai, Hu Zhongyi." The voice was so loud that everyone wished they could hear it.
Hu Zhongyi held his head high and his chest high, as if illuminated by the light of the right path, and he achieved a perfect attitude of not fearing the powerful and only respecting the truth!
"Ha, you turn out to be a scholar..." Zhao Mengqi chuckled, "You said that I am hypocritical and righteous, but then you must have true benevolence and righteousness?"
Hu Zhongyi said proudly, "Although students are not talented, they always remember the teachings of the saints. Benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and belief in the five constant principles are the foundation of self-cultivation!"
"Hahahaha..." Zhao Mengqi seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
This unbridled laughter made Hu Zhongyi furious, "Why are you laughing!? Did I say anything wrong?"
Zhao Mengqi suddenly stopped laughing and said solemnly, "What is benevolence? A benevolent person loves others, especially the old, weak, women and children! These two girls accounted for three of them, but now they are covered in bruises from the cold. They have been under your nose for so long. You have always been indifferent, where is your benevolence!? Could it be that saints are also so benevolent?"
Perhaps Zhao Mengqi is not as good as these scholars when it comes to serious discussion of Confucianism, but he is very good at grasping a certain point and using logical thinking to argue.
The simple truth, straightforward language, and clear and strict organization not only confused Hu Zhongyi, but also made the people nearby start to reflect.
But Zhao Mengqi did not let Hu Zhongyi off easily, "Also, don't say you don't know my identity. Until now, I have never seen you salute me or be humble when talking to me. You are not even talking about me." Have you forgotten about honor and inferiority? Do you have the nerve to say that you are polite? As for wisdom, forgive me for my blindness, I really didn’t see that you have it. The other two items must be the same."
This is simply shrimp and pig heart.
Hu Zhongyi held a mouthful of thick blood in his throat, holding on as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
But the venomous tongue continued, "You don't respect the three cardinal principles, and you don't have the five principles. How do you deserve to be a student? I think there is a big problem here. How did you get into the imperial college? I think it is necessary to be strict. Check it out! I will advise the court to deprive you of your academic status and ban you from employment for life!"
As he spoke, Zhao Mengqi deliberately glanced in the direction of the students of the Third School, scaring them so much that they retreated and dodged for fear that Prince Zhong would see his face clearly.
Hu Zhongyi finally couldn't hold it anymore, spurted out blood and fell to the ground!
Zhao Mengqi nimbly dodged the rain of blood and looked disdainfully at Hu Zhongyi, who was twitching on the ground, "Oh, that's it? You dare to play politics? You idiot!"
