Martial Sage

The next day.

A bulletin, turned out, was posted on a wooden sign and hung on Vermillion Bird Street.

"It is the king, who lives by eating people's cream, and grows up by drinking people's blood. When you do your best, you will live up to the word king."

"The land of Qingzhou has no food and clothing."

"Of course, forcibly levying taxes on food, grabbing food from the people, and putting the people in fire and water."

"Fan Dai Chang'an, singing and dancing are uplifting, sensual and sensual, extremely lustful."

"They are all compatriots. How sad is the difference? How sad?"

"Today, I hold the banner of great Confucianism, and call for the best of the world, to discuss Tang Tong, what is filial piety, what is benevolence!"

Under the text.

The bright red blood palm prints, with the words Zhang Xian, are particularly eye-catching.

It was dawn, and the scattered crowds stopped, gathered, and flocked.

Condemning this sobbing blood, there was a lot of discussion.

"Ho! What happened? The people of Qingzhou are really so miserable?"

"The Tang Dynasty has been fighting for a long time. Why is there a shortage of food? But this forced taxation of food, regardless of the life and death of the people of Qingzhou, is really against benevolence and it is really chilling."

"Isn't it! This Confucian emphasizes benevolent governance, and it is for the people of Qingzhou to fight injustice."

"This Confucian does good deeds for the people of Li, and is not afraid of the crime of killing the door. This brush is as hard as a sword and is awesome."

Noisy discussions are like a noisy honeycomb, flooding the whole street.

The patrolling Jingowei stepped on his feet, and his armour piece vibrated and hurriedly came.

The leading guard held the handle of the knife, walked away, pushed aside the crowd, and looked towards the text.

The short length of a few words only made the back spine of the leading guard look cold and sweaty.

Especially the last sentence, these words of rebelliousness and contempt for imperial power will appear on the bustling Vermillion Bird Street!

Undoubtedly own negligence!

The leading guard pressed the panic that was about to jump out of his chest, and took off the script with his big hands, glared at the people onlookers, and shouted.

"spread!"

Seeing the crowds running away, the leading guard pulled out Tang Blade at his waist and shouted.

"Notify all the patrols, the whole city will search for those who posted the list, and they will be arrested on the spot, no need to report!"

Next second.

The patrolmen scattered around and rushed to tell each other.

At this moment, the leader resolutely made an opinion without any hesitation.

Such passionate and deceptive remarks, coupled with the handprints of the great Confucian family Zhang Xian, are bound to set off a huge wave in the imperial city.

The trembling hands were already a little unable to hold the flimsy paper, the leading guard wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, lifted his soft legs and feet, swayed towards the imperial city, staggered.

...

Bang.

The table collapsed with heavy fists, shaking up the music.

The bloody document fell down, slid over the steps, and lay on the Great Hall.

In the midst of the sawdust flying, King Tang suddenly stood up, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring in the tiger's eyes.

"You can't be stubborn, deceive the crowd, you should kill!"

The uplifting voice rang through the Tai Chi Hall, like a sudden gust of wind, which caused the candlelight to flicker and shook the palace bells humming.

Long Yan was furious.

The early court officials who did not know the reason all bowed down, touching the ground, silent.

At the head of the palace, Tianwei's thunderous voice came again.

"Come on!"

"Search all over the city and bring Zhang Xian to me!"

Zhang Xian!

The name resounded in the ears of every kneeling courtier.

No one knew the title of the head of Qingzhou Confucianism.

It was this great Confucian family headed by Zhang Xian who criticized Tang Wang's enthronement at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty.

However, as the king of Tang succeeded to the throne, tried his best to rule, and the country was peaceful, the voices of criticism from the great Confucian families in the countryside gradually disappeared.

The king of Tang, who started the prosperous age of Zhenguan, has always dealt with such a family with tolerance and tolerance, without suppressing or advocating.

But now the king of Tang has a strong killing intent, and the protruding ministers know that the root of the disaster lies in the ban on the ground.

Looking at the performance of the Tang king, these courtiers who have been soaking in the court for many years can guess with their toes that this list must be arrogant and satirize the Tang king.

Changsun Wuji slowly raised his head, looked at the angry King Tang, and said in a hurry.

"His Majesty!"

"Don't get angry! Think twice!"

The words are full of earnestness.

Du Ruhui behind him also agreed.

"His Majesty."

"The Great Confucian of Qingzhou, looking at Zhang Xian as his head, he hastily detained for fear of change!"

"Hope your majesty think twice!"

Du Ruhui often showed benevolence, benevolent, and less admonishment, which is quite similar to what this great Confucian said.

Hearing what Du Ruhui said this time, Tang Wang felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Staring at the trembling figure of His Royal Highness with sharp eyes like an eagle, Wang Wang slowly took two steps, his clenched fists creaked faintly.

"The horse's head is Zhan? Change?"

"Do you think that this place of Qingzhou is respected by Zhang Xian?"

"Is this world my world, or his Zhang Xian's world?"

The violent shouts rang in his ears, Du Ruhui's figure was like sifting chaff, suddenly raised his horrified eyes, and his lips squirmed.

"Chen! Flip! The crime deserves death! The minister..."

Halfway through the conversation, Wang Wang suddenly interrupted.

"Come here! Du Ruhui's rebellious rebellion, he was in vain as a minister, dragged it out, and cut it off!"

As soon as this statement came out, the faces of the officials were earth-colored, and their livers and gallbladders were cracked.

Having served as an official for decades, has never seen the king of Tang be so angry!

The sound of the ‘wiping’ piece of armour was trembling with the approaching of ‘tato’, and the officials suddenly awakened.

King Tang really had a murderous intent and wanted this important minister, Du Ruhui, to rectify the law on the spot.

The next moment.

Du Ruhui was picked up like a chicken, and he just woke up, trembling all over, tears flying in tears.

"His Majesty!"

"The minister fails to speak, the minister convicts!"

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