Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 73 Burning Books and Burying Confucians【3k】

"After all, it's still cheaper for you..."

Luo Porridge looked at Liu Ziqi, who had lost his breath in the pit, and shook his head in dismay. He couldn't say whether this person was lucky or not. After all, the geological conditions in this place are extremely soft, and it took more than ten hours to dig a huge pit. Come, but digging out just happened to make him hit a rock.

"Brother Ziwen, are you dead?"

"It's that easy, you fell to your death?"

On the top of the slope, someone suppressed their fear and looked into the horrific pit. They saw Liu Ziwen's body lying sprawled in the pit. If it was a sword, he would have died happily, but this It's too humiliating to die like this.

"Those who hold wages for the people of the world,"

"He died of freezing in the wind and rain!"

Someone looked at Liu Ziwen's body and said in disbelief.

"You bastard, how dare you do that?"

All of a sudden, the students on the top of the slope became excited, just like countless demonstrations in history. The death of one person will not make those scholars who are bound by fame and morality fear, but it will arouse their inner anger.

"Brother Ziwen cannot be allowed to die in vain!"

"We must make this dog thief pay the price!"

someone shouted.

"I'm going to rush to the upper capital, spread the word about brother Ziwen's righteous deeds today, and tell the world about the shameless deeds of this bastard!"

"I'll wait for the [-] students, can he still kill them all?"

"Rush down!"

Someone pushed and shoved the classmate in front of him, pulling his neck and shouting.

"Oh?"

"There are still people who are not afraid of death?"

Luo Porridge looked around,

The students who witnessed this scene on the top of the slope turned out to be full of blood, glaring angrily, with veins popping up on their necks, obviously their anger had reached its peak!

"Rush down!"

"Let that thief pay in blood!"

You gritted your teeth and said, unknowingly, dozens of students rushed in front of Luo Congee, seeing that even if they couldn't kill someone with that posture, they would still grab a scar and gnaw a piece of flesh and blood.

"Since that's the case, I'll let you wait and see."

Luo Porridge sneered as he looked at the students who had no power to restrain the chickens. The moment the Xiuchun knife at his waist was unsheathed, it was colder than the wind in late autumn. A thin line came out, and blood spattered on the spot.

"Go ahead."

"All killed!"

Luo Porridge turned his head and ordered to the Jinyiwei officials behind him, everyone was a little hesitant when they heard the sound, but in the end they still couldn't stand the cold gaze of Qinglong behind them, gritted their teeth and drew their knives.

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The sound of corpses falling to the ground was endless. Even after digging a hole all night, it wasn't something these scholars, who couldn't carry it on their shoulders and backs, could stop it.

In just ten or so breaths, nearly a hundred students fell down on the slope, and the blood gushing out from the corpses was quickly absorbed by the soft ground, turning it into a bright red color as far as the eye could see.

"Thief, this old man will fight with you!"

Luo Congee looked up,

There are only a few gray-haired old Confucian scholars left on the top of the slope, and they are rushing towards him tremblingly. They are people who are almost buried in the ground. Before they die, they want to fight for a chance to be famous in history. .

"The old man will die with you!"

Luo Porridge looked at the old men who staggered as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind, and was a little surprised. Looking at the clothes, he was still just a student with no fame, but he soon felt relieved.

The imperial court is now using stereotypes to select scholars, and the articles are shaped into titles such as breaking the topic, inheriting the topic, starting the lecture, entering the topic, starting the issue, issuing the topic, middle share, rear issue, closing the issue, and closing, and there must be no overstepping place.

Articles written should be more neat, word for word, not too difficult, too risky, not flashy, not to quote a little miscellaneous books, all answers can only be taken from the original sentences of the Four Books and Five Classics, or the annotations of the sages.

If things go on like this, the examiner's questions are also extremely tricky. In a short sentence, there are a lot of tricks, cutting off the head and tail, and you can get a damn good result in the exam. How many times more difficult.

As a result, many students have spent their entire lives in poverty, and it is difficult for them to enter the university. The difficulty is extremely difficult, and it has also created their pedantic and dull temperament.

"Straight motherfucker,"

"The older you get, the more pedantic you are!"

Luo Porridge withdrew his thoughts and cursed secretly, but he still didn't hesitate at all when he moved his hands. The Xiuchun knife in his hand was swung out suddenly, an old head flew high, and the remaining half of his old body fell to the ground slumped .

"Boom..."

When the head fell to the ground, the gray hair also scattered and rolled down the long slope into the pothole, and the skin covered with ravines was even covered with yellowish mud, making the appearance of death extremely ugly.

"Pfft..."

Before the rest of the old Confucian scholars had time to raise their crutches, the Xiuchun Knife swung over again, but within a few breaths they fell to the ground.

"Hey, a bunch of old things selling old things!"

"Is it true that I can't kill you?"

Luo Congee spat softly, and then kicked the corpse of the last old Confucian scholar down the hillside.

"But there are still people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness?"

"I will fulfill everything one by one."

Luo Porridge walked to the top of the slope, looked at the students on the half slope with frightened faces and asked in a cold voice.

"Master Luo, Xiaosheng..."

Although the people who were still on the half slope didn't see the scene on the back slope, they knew what happened just by hearing the voice. All the blood had been poured out by the blood dripping from the embroidered spring knife.

now,

It was just like waking up from a dream, the thief not only dared to kill, but also dared to kill many people. In his eyes, his identity as a scholar was like a cow and a horse. He was nothing, and he could not play the role of protection

"Xiaosheng, let's go now..."

Some students looked at the blood-stained python robe and were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, and there were faint smelly water stains flowing out from under their feet, and they couldn't utter a complete sentence in horror.

"What happened today is their own fault. We were also deceived. Please spare my life. We will definitely not say a word about Master Luo in the future."

The students who wanted to be more active walked up to Luo Porridge and knelt down on the ground and begged bitterly, and the other hundreds of people followed suit after seeing this.

"Why, come to regret now?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

"The pit on the back slope is not full yet..."

"Still using your lives to fill it!"

Luo Porridge looked at the scholar kneeling on the ground and said softly.

"you you……"

Hearing the sound, the student who was the first to kneel on the ground looked at Luo Congee's indifferent expression and knew that it didn't seem to be a lie. It turned out that he was not blocking, but had already made preparations to kill everyone.

"Run away!"

The man was also clever and could not turn back,
He got up suddenly and ran down the mountain.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The moment he turned around, the sound of the iron cavalry stepping on the ground also sounded, and the iron cavalry originally arranged on the official road also rushed to the hillside together, with thunderous hooves, cold long knives, and dragon-like torches, with great momentum.

"Those who go downhill will be killed on the spot!"

Luo Congee ordered in a cold voice as he looked at Tiqi who came to besieged.

"Kill on the spot!"

"Kill on the spot!"

"Kill on the spot!"

Tiqi, who was in charge of delivering the order, shouted out loudly that wherever the iron cavalry passed, everyone had to run in the opposite direction, and also forced many students who were on the mountainside to run to the top of the slope.

But just after turning over the top of the slope, I realized that the ground under my feet was already a dazzling red, and what stood in front of me was a very terrifying huge pit.

Just at this time, the officials of Jinyiwei who were back on the slope also came around the two sides of the top of the slope, and the students who ran slower down the slope had already fallen under the raised Yanling knife.

"God wants to kill me!"

Some students finally climbed to the top of the slope and saw this scene, and they couldn't help but sighed, tears of regret flowed from their eyes.

"I knew it earlier, why bother?"

Looking at the remorseful student, Luo Porridge muttered, in fact, he couldn't understand why people in the world knew that he was not easy to mess with, but why did they want to hit him with a knife?
Is it because I haven't killed enough, or is it because no matter what I do, what I hear from other people is just a few words, and I always feel that it is too ordinary, and only by experiencing it personally can I know the horror of it?
"Boom bang bang..."

Just a moment after the man finished speaking, he was pushed down by the students who fled in a hurry from behind. It was a steep slope, and he was caught off guard. The whole person rolled down the slope like a rolling gourd, and finally fell into the pit.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Don't squeeze!"

Someone in the crowd looked terrified and cried out anxiously, but how could the frightened crowd hear it?

The people behind were all scrambling to escape to the top of the slope, lest they escape too slowly and become the souls of the cavalry's sword.

"Ahead is a dead end!"

Someone looked at the people behind and said sadly, but the top of the slope was not big enough to accommodate too many people, and with the Jinyiwei Tiqi getting closer, the people behind even pushed forward with all their strength.

The students who worked the hardest on climbing the hill just now were the first to suffer. They were pushed down the hill by the crowd and rolled down the hill.

If you stand in the pit at this time and look up, you will find that those noble scholars are falling into the pit like dumplings for a long time.

"It saves the effort of dragging the corpse..."

Luo Porridge murmured as the crowd watched as if a flock of sheep were being driven away, and at the same time waved his hand to speed up the progress of Jin Yiwei who surrounded him.

……

"What about people?"

"Why is it gone?"

When the last group of people who climbed to the top of the slope reflected, there were not many people left around, and it seemed that there were no more than a hundred people.

And down the hillside,

It was not the classmates who were running around all over the mountains and plains as everyone expected, but a huge hole that had been more than half filled.

"help me……"

"I don't want to die yet!"

The bottom of the pit was already filled with corpses, and the people who fell backwards would naturally not fall to death directly, but would be crushed by the people who fell down layer upon layer.

The chest and abdomen were suppressed, and it was difficult to breathe, and the voice in the mouth gradually lowered, and gradually there were only meaningless moans and subconsciously swaying arms.

Just now, the sound of the iron cavalry stepping down and the yelling and killing of the Jinyiwei people was too loud, covering up the movement here, when all the Jinyiwei gathered around and the scene became quiet.

The mournful wailing sound was heard clearly by everyone. At this time, the torches brought by the Jinyiwei Tiqi who surrounded them, and the jumping flames also let them see more clearly, the scene in the pit was like hell.

Even the elite Tiqi, who had followed Luo Porridge to kill people like hemp, felt a little nauseous after seeing the scene inside, let alone those scholars.

(End of this chapter)