The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Master Song was attacked!
This is not a trivial matter, and he was hit on the head, so he had to go in and disturb the two of them anyway.

Nanny Bai bravely pushed the door open.

In the room, Song Qingyue hugged Li Zhao's neck. The two of them were disheveled and infatuated.

"Your Highness! Princess!"

Nanny Bai called softly.

Song Qingyue was startled, and threw herself into Li Zhao's arms, blocking the beautiful spring light on her chest. Li Zhao hugged her and asked with a dark face, "What's the matter?"

Mother Bai swallowed her saliva and said, "Your Highness, Mr. Song was going to the Tribute Court to reason with the candidates, but in the end someone smashed his head with a stone, and... also shed a lot of blood."

"Father!" Song Qingyue cried out, Li Zhao instinctively tightened her arms holding her, looked down, and saw her pale face.

The disciples would cause trouble, he thought about it, but he didn't think about smashing the head of Master Jisuke with a stone.

"Let Doctor Fan go over immediately." Li Zhao said loudly.

"Yue'er, it's okay, let's go to the Song Mansion father-in-law now."

Li Zhao frowned and hugged her into his arms.

On the way Li Zhao took Song Qingyue to Song Mansion, someone beat the drum at the gate of Shuntian Mansion.

Those who are doing good things and joining in the fun immediately surrounded him.

At that time, there were more than 1000 Juren lords gathered at the gate of the Gongyuan. It was a time of excitement and chaos, and no one even saw who threw the stone.

"Master Qingtian, make decisions for the people!"

Sure enough, early in the morning, Master Cifu was smashed.

Before long, there was a big pool of blood on the ground.

"Go, go and see!"

Faced with more than 1000 cases, more than a dozen Shuntian government officials did not even dare to go up and arrest people casually.

"What happened again? Dead?"

"Hey, what's going on?"

To deal with this kind of trauma, Dr. Fan is more experienced than the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital.

It is said that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. No one thought that someone would dare to do such a thing. What a big stone!With a bang, it hit Song Cifu's head, and Mr. Song was knocked to the ground immediately.

Song Qingyue huddled in Li Zhao's arms, feeling that something bigger was about to happen next.

Seeing a group of ancient scholars in round-neck jackets holding up banners saying "revolution", Song Qingyue even felt a little dazed.

The head hit the ground with another bang.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Master Yin Shi of Shuntian Mansion woke up this morning, his eyelids kept twitching.

A strong man dressed in rags pulled an old mother in the same rags, a thin wife and child, dragged something wrapped in a straw mat beside him, and beat desperately with a big drum hammer at the gate of Shuntian Mansion.

Now they are not only cutting off people's wealth, but also cutting off their futures. They are not risking their lives.

"No, I'm just glad I didn't announce you at the beginning."

"Master Qingtian of Shuntian Mansion! The grassroots have a grievance to sue! The grassroots have a grievance to sue!"

He held Song Qingyue's hand tightly and comforted her: "Every reform will never go smoothly. It will pass, so don't worry."

On the way, Song Qingyue realized that the sky had turned upside down outside, and even on the street, you could see the disciples holding large banners and shouting "Eliminate the traitors and give me back the sky!".

Song Qingyue lowered her head and sighed: "Yes, I know. I just thought that the stone should have been thrown at me. But isn't it too despicable for me to shrink behind you like this?"

Li Zhao watched Song Qingyue's complexion nervously, for fear that she would be overwhelmed and in a bad mood.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
"Master Qingtian, make decisions for the people!"

In this group of people, who knows what is the origin?
When the great gods fight, it's always the kid who suffers.

The servants of the Song Mansion didn't care about catching the murderer at that time, they were in a hurry to carry Mr. Song away.

At that time, someone from the Song Mansion will come to ask if the suspect who threw the stone has been found, how will he explain?
This matter was already enough of a headache, and suddenly Mr. Shi's eyelids twitched again, and he heard the faint sound of drums outside, and he felt a thump in his heart, feeling that this was another big trouble.

Sure enough, a yamen servant rushed in and shouted loudly: "My lord! Outer and outer...the people outside claim that they want...to sue Mr. Cifu for flattery. Don't go down!"

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