After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 57 Golden Drum

Lin Yuxiu also got up early today.

In fact, he stayed up almost all night.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep in several days.

In the past few days, every time he saw Guan Shengjie and his senior brothers from the liberal arts school running around for drumming, he felt a little uneasy.

His parents died young, and he never married or had any children. His two sisters were also married, so he was truly alone. Even if something happened, he would not affect others.

But Guan Shengjie and others are very different. Most of them are old and young.

Lin Yuxiu didn't want to involve them.

But seeing how excited they were, they couldn't be persuaded.

Lin Yuxiu was a little worried.

He never thought of making the matter such a big deal. This was originally a matter for him alone, but now it has become a matter for students all over the world.

These people are all his classmates and friends, and are his like-minded confidants. Some of their parents have cooked and sewed clothes for him, and he has even taught literacy to some of their children. If something happens to them, he will be blamed.

, and no longer have the face to see their families.

How does this allow him to sleep peacefully?

Fortunately, two days ago, the young master of Wenxintang came back once, and they drank and talked late into the night.

Although Shaodong had never attended a literary school, he had been taught by Jijiu Wang Lisong, so he usually called him senior brother.

"The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Don't worry too much. Do your best to fulfill your destiny." The young host's family comforted him.

"I'm just afraid that all of us are just wishful thinking. His Majesty has been in charge for several months. If he had the intention to suppress powerful ministers, we shouldn't be in the current situation." Lin Yuxiu sighed, "I'm afraid that His Majesty intends to protect those involved in the fraud case.

Courtiers, then our move is just hitting an egg with an egg and it is meaningless."

"I assure you, your Majesty is definitely not such a person. Your Majesty hates the Chunwei fraud case deeply, only more than you and I. Otherwise, how could there be such a big change in the personnel of the Ministry of Rites two years ago? The New Year's Day is the busiest time for the Ministry of Rites.

Your Majesty's power to demand the suspension of officials from the Ministry of Rites at this time is enough to show your Majesty's determination to thoroughly investigate the Chunwei fraud case. However, your Majesty currently has no manpower and is powerless."

The young master patted him on the shoulder: "You are His Majesty's manpower and the strength His Majesty can borrow from."

The two talked all night long, talking about the long-standing malpractices of the imperial court, the prosperous reform, and the current emperor's reign.

The young master's words comforted Lin Yuxiu to some extent.

March 14th is finally here.

As agreed, he, Guan Shengjie and hundreds of liberal arts school students arrived outside Chengtian Gate.

The two-person-high Dengwen Drum stands on the left side of Chengtian Gate, next to the base of the palace wall.

However, there were two Imperial Guards with guns standing on both sides of the golden drum.

Normally this is not the case.

Seeing them approaching the golden drum, the two Imperial Guards shouted: "What do you do?"

The next step is to check the coupons one by one and ask questions to record the roster.

After learning that they were students who came to play the Dengwen drum to ask for an audience, the imperial guards informed everyone that drumming in front of the temple must be reported to the Taiqing Pavilion in advance, and the matter must be reported, and only after approval can the Dengwen drum be played.

Lin Yuxiu immediately brought out the Dajing Laws and Regulations, pointed out that there was no such provision, and questioned whether the imperial guards were abusing their power by increasing the number of guards.

Lin Yuxiu was studying at the age of four. Lin's father had served as minister of the Ministry of Punishment and as an official in the Taiqing Pavilion. He had been influenced by this since childhood and determined to serve in the Ministry of Punishment when he grew up.

Although Lin's father was later killed in the Hall of Supreme Harmony for remonstrating in front of the palace, which meant that his son would not be able to serve as an official in the court, Lin Yuxiu's preference and ambition for criminal names had not changed.

He was very familiar with it. Moreover, he was very eloquent and eloquent. Even Wang Lisong could not give in. How could a few guards frighten him? In just a few words, he was unable to answer questions.

The imperial guards then called their captain to confront Lin Yuxiu.

Just a moment later, the captain of the Imperial Guard team also returned home.

So the director of the Youya Guard outpost, General Xiaowei of the Forbidden Army, and the head of the Ministry of War also appeared on the scene one after another.

However, they all came back defeated one after another.

More and more people gathered outside Chengtianmen.

Behind Lin Yuxiu were students arriving one after another from all over the country, and in front of him were guards and officials from various ministries and departments.

They were either wearing armor and holding spears in their hands, or they were wearing red robes and black veils on their heads.

Lin Yuxiu had no armor or official uniform, only a moon-white robe washed until it turned gray, and a roll of petitions in his arms.

However, he only used his tongue and argued hard, leaving these people in high positions with swords and guns helpless.

In ancient times, Marquis Zhongwu used his words to fight with the Confucian scholars, but now there is Lin Yuxiu, who uses his words to fight with the generals.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time. Seeing that the sun was getting higher and higher, there were more and more students outside Chengtian Gate. Some people in the crowd asked loudly about the Chunwei list, which aroused the anger of the crowd.

"If Chunwei Zhuangyuan is worthy of his name, why can't he be allowed to argue with us in court?"

"Why was Wang Jijiu sentenced to exile when he didn't sign the petition for the three-party trial?"

"The imperial court promised us to give us an explanation on the Chunwei fraud case within a month. Why has it been more than a month now and still there is no explanation?"

"My senior fellow from the liberal arts school is obviously cooperating in the investigation of a fraud case, so why is he not even allowed to visit the prison after being detained?"

"In the list of candidates for filial piety and integrity announced by the Ministry of Civil Affairs last year, Xu Wang is obviously not from Yingzhou, so how could he be recommended by the Yingzhou Academy?"

"Why don't you let us beat the drum and face the saint? What are you afraid of?"

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There were more and more angry questions in the crowd, and they saw that they could not control the situation with just a few dozen Imperial Guards.

The director of the outpost looked anxious. He had been ordered by Luo Zichang to stabilize the situation outside the gate and give him time to go to the inner palace to ask the emperor for an order to mobilize the imperial army.

As long as they can resist the imperial army and leave the palace, these chaotic people will naturally disperse.

After all, among the people where the idea of ​​divine right of kings is deeply rooted, the name of the emperor is still very intimidating.

The Forbidden Army is a symbol of the emperor. When these people see the flag of the Forbidden Army, they will understand that beating drums and making holy faces are useless. The emperor will not stand on their side at all.

When the people's hearts are broken, and if the troublemakers are arrested, the matter will be settled, and maybe Luo Zichang will be favored and promoted to be a general.

Therefore, nothing can go wrong outside Chengtian Gate.

Now that the situation was unstable, the director of the outpost quickly ordered the captain of Chengtianmen to go to the palace to send a message to Luo Zichang.

Luo Zichang came very quickly. He also brought people, many people.

The two gates of Chengtian Gate opened one after another, and the Imperial Guards lined up neatly behind Luo Zichang. At first glance, it was dark and dense, and there were at least thousands of them.

The first guard held high the flaming flag symbolizing the royal family of Dajing.

The director of the outpost was very happy: the imperial army came out of the palace to quell the chaos.

As expected, the rioters calmed down and began to whisper to each other timidly.

The officers and soldiers outside the door made way for Luo Zichang.

"Who wants to meet the Holy Spirit?" Luo Zichang pressed the sword at his waist, glanced at the scholars in cloth robes in front of him with a livid face, and asked.

(End of chapter)