If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 48 You, You, a Bitch!
While Lin Ke was observing, another group of people arrived.

The title of Mr. Lin who solves cases like a god has indeed brought a lot of traffic to Chaoyang Street.

Of course, most of them came with good intentions, but there were also many people who came with malice.

Fortunately, there are many princes and ladies here, and no one dares to make trouble at will.

But it's hard to say.

There must be a lot of smart people in Dijing, but that doesn't mean that there must be few stupid people.

Lin Ke wasn't very worried either.

Who are the benevolent beings around him at present?
The most powerful one is Qi Shangshu.

Gathering thirteen ministries from three provinces, it can even withstand the wrath of the Holy Emperor, which shows the strength of Shang Shu.

Below them are the two masters, the great scholar Li Chungang, the painter Wang Lin, and the shopkeeper.

Needless to say, Great Confucianism is also a strong man, second only to Shangshu level.

Another master, Wang Lin, doesn't know how strong it is, but judging from the original choice, Li Chungang, Wang Lin, and Shopkeeper Tong should all be at the same level.

Further down, Jinwu Prince King Kong counted as half of his support, and Li Hanlin also counted as half.

In this way, no one should find fault, right?

Maybe?
Thinking of this, Lin Ke heard a wild laughter outside the door.

"What nonsense to mention the criminal officer, the investigation has half a dime to do with him, but the 'interrogation' of Li Hanlin, Shao Yin of Jingdong, has only played a role!"

The voice was extremely rampant, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth.

There are two possibilities for the source of this sound. One is the presence of the most powerful person, that is to say, the Holy Emperor is here.

The other is a fool.

After finally taking the opportunity to rest for a long time, Lin Ke sighed helplessly.

He stood up, walked towards the gate like other customers, and watched the excitement outside.

When he got to the door, Lin Ke saw that the person who said this was not at the door of Tongfu Restaurant, but at a tea shop not far away.

Upside down camellia shop!
The father and son of this tea shop are the old father Chen Pingping and the young Chen An.

There are not many people at the Daoxuan Camellia Shop, and you will be charged only when you are seated.

Chen Pingping has the best ventriloquist, a lifelong storyteller, and his performances often win applause.

Chen An learned from Chen Pingping, and his ventriloquism is not bad.

The two people spoke alternately and worked together, and the effect was very good.

It's just that I don't know who Chen An's mother is, and Lin Ke has never seen her.

But at this time, there was only a young man in white standing at the Upside Down Camellia Tea Shop.

The man was holding a white jade folding fan, with his hands behind his back, and gave everyone a back view.

Such an ordinary back... Lin Ke narrowed his eyes, looking at the person who was lost in thought.

Such adjectives and nouns such as "holding a fan", "white clothes", "gongzi" and "holding the back with both hands" have eight thousand if not hundreds of thousands in fairy tale fantasy novels.

Most of them are high-profile, like to pretend, etc., and few of them have such a natural nature.

And the one running towards him in front of him clearly shows that this is not his nature.

"Oh? Who is the young master? Brother Lin was awarded the title of 'Great Wei Mentor', and in the eyes of this old man, he really deserves his name!"

Chen Pingping's voice came from the tea shop.

"Hahaha, what kind of honor can a small street in Chaoyang have? It's just a lowly name, and it's delusional to call it 'solving crimes like a god'?"

The person talking outside the tea shop walked as if he had heard a ridiculous joke, and the laughter could not stop for a long time.

Whether it was the first time to listen to the book inside or outside the tea shop, or the Chaoyang crowd or theatergoers who had been witnessing Lin Ke's handling of the case all frowned in unison.

Finally, the young man stopped laughing, turned around to look at Chen Pingping on the stage, looked around the crowd, and finally stayed on the stage.

At this time, the young man no longer concealed his disdainful expression: "My husband is a lowly citizen, what is a high-ranking Confucian official? You are all ants. I respect the Holy Emperor, own three provinces, read thousands of books, respect saints and sages, and I cannot comment on it." ?”

It means that you people are all lowly people, you can't be called Confucianism, and you are not court officials, you are all ants.

And I respect the holy emperor, support the twelve ministries of the three provinces, read a lot of books, and respect the sages, so now I can’t even evaluate a pariah from a lowly family background?

"Hehe, the 'Great Wei Mentoring Officer' and 'Surveillance Like a God' are awarded by the government to Brother Lin. If the government says that the old man cannot be passed down and cannot be called the 'Da Wei Mentoring Officer', then I hang upside down from Chen Shancha Shop." Pingping admits it."

Chen Pingping looked at the young man at the door calmly: "Or you can take out the official documents and notices, that's fine!"

The young man who was still standing at the door not only did not lose his temper, but smiled and looked at Chen Pingping on the stage, giving people the feeling that he was very good at nourishing his energy.

But what he said made most of the people present look ugly.

He heard the young man say loudly: "First, why do you guys talk about fame and official positions? Second, my father is the Zuo Si of the Emperor Jingzhao Mansion. Do you think I am qualified?"

Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion!
At Tongfu Restaurant, the eyes of the melon eaters lit up.

Is it a play to oppress the people?

This group of young masters and young ladies rushed out one after another, extremely excited, holding various kinds of milk tea in their hands.

Lin Ke also went out with the crowd to watch the excitement.

Anyway, he is not Lin Ke at this time, but just a passerby.

What kind of grudge does Passerby A have with that young man in white?

At this moment, the young man walked up to the stage, glanced around, and chuckled lightly: "I didn't find Lin Ke in the restaurant just now, I wonder if Lin Ke would dare to go up to see him?"

Chen Pingping shook his head in the direction of Lin Ke incredulously, implying that Lin Ke should not get involved in this trouble.

Chen Pingping saw Lin Ke when he arrived here just now.

"Untouchable, it seems that there are other methods to use."

The young man snorted coldly, and directly raised his foot to kick the old man's chest.

Murder in the street? !
Everyone present was shocked, but none of them knew what to say.

The assailant in the street shall be fined fifty to five thousand taels of silver according to the condition of the injured. If the victim dies, he shall pay with his life immediately.

However, this is a situation where there is no grievance between the two parties. If there is grievance, it depends on the actual situation.

"How courageous! This is under the feet of the Holy Emperor!"

"The Holy Emperor is an old man, but will you pay attention to the fight between the two ants at your feet?"

"That's right, this kind of matter can be resolved at the Jingzhao Mansion."

"Extremely so."

"Aren't we going to stop it?"

"You are stupid! The son of Zuo Si in Jingzhao Mansion, anyway, I will not bring trouble to the family."

"Hmph! Cowardly and cowardly people, our generation of Confucian scholars will certainly not sit back and watch the behavior of bullying the weak!"

The onlookers were discussing and holding on to their own opinions.

Some people wanted to help, but hesitated, some looked on coldly, and some laughed.

And at this moment, a coercion emanated from the young people on the stage.

"Confucianism!"

someone exclaimed.

At the same time, there is also an aura permeating, it is the patrol envoy who patrols the imperial capital at twelve o'clock all day long!
The voice of the inspector came over: "This is Dijing, don't even think about committing crimes in full view! Otherwise, it will be..."

However, the young man's eyes flashed with coldness, a faint light appeared on his feet, and his speed was a little faster.

"boom!!"

Chen Pingping's old body flew upside down.

(End of this chapter)