The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 356 The Prince
In the rainy night, countless Jin Yiwei, wearing coir raincoats, came towards me like ghosts.

The leader of the team is Yang Yijie, Fusi of Jinyiweinan Town.

Xie Zhifei and Yang Yijie are very different from each other in terms of official positions and power in their hands.

More importantly, Yang Yijie and Xie Zhifei were not upright people, so he could only stand aside and watch coldly.

Yang Yijie dismounted and stood where Xie Zhifei had just stood. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly:
"Students, the emperor has ordered the prince to thoroughly investigate the entire case. It won't take long for the case to come to light. It's windy and rainy at the moment. You should go home quickly and don't stay here."

Among the scholars, some people shouted in a desperate manner: "What kind of truth will come to light?"

Yang Yijie replied coldly: "Those who deserve to be demoted will be demoted, those who deserve to be copied will be copied, and those who deserve to be killed will be killed. No one will be spared."

"It's better to speak than to sing."

Another scholar shouted: "Why is that eunuch Yan Ruxian still in the palace? Why is he unscathed?"

Yang Yijie was startled when asked.

Damn it, where did these scholars know that Yan Ruxian was in the palace?
His startled look in the scholar's eyes showed that he felt guilty.

Someone among the scholars stood up and waved his arms: "Hand over Yan Ruxian!"

Then someone else stood up and said, "Kill the gelding Yan Ruxian!"

The scholars stood up one after another, "We will not go back until Yan Ruxian dies!"

"not going back!"

"not going back!"

"not going back!"

The originally peaceful situation suddenly became tense.

It is really a toast not to eat, eat a fine drink.

Yang Yijie was furious and gave the deputy general a cold look.

The deputy general immediately shouted: "Listen to me one by one. Anyone who gathers a crowd to cause trouble will be severely punished."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Zhifei shouted two words silently in his heart: It's over!

These words really aroused the scholar's anger.

Who wants to gather in a crowd to cause trouble?
Isn't it just because you guys, who wear official hats, are so arrogant that you don't take ordinary people into consideration and do all kinds of dirty things?
Ruining someone's future is like killing someone's life.

The leading square-faced scholar gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and shouted loudly: "The sky has no eyes, and castrated dogs are a disaster for the country."

"The sky has no eyes, a castrated dog is a disaster to the country!"

"The sky has no eyes, a castrated dog is a disaster to the country!"

Yang Yijie was so angry that his nose was crooked. He was the eunuch, and he was the one the castrated dog scolded.

"All Jin Yiwei obey the order, whoever dares to take the lead in stirring up trouble will be killed immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the Jinyi guards picked up their guns and pointed at the thousands of scholars in the field.

Yang Yijie's deputy took a step forward, grabbed the square-faced scholar by the front, and dragged him out of the team.

"You are such thieves who help the evil tyrants."

Scholar Fang shouted loudly, "Brothers, we will fight with them."

"Fight!"

"Fight!
"Fight!"

In just a blink of an eye, the scholars rushed up like a tide and fought against the Jin Yiwei.

"Killing people, Jin Yiwei killing people, gelding dogs killing people!"

There is a kind of courage in this world that must be catalyzed by the blood of compatriots. This kind of person is a young scholar.

When their future is being manipulated by others; when their hard study becomes a joke in the eyes of the rich and powerful...

The nobility, pride, and loneliness that are deep in the blood of scholars come out one after another.The result of running away is: I would rather live standing than die in humiliation.

Xie Zhifei looked at the chaos in front of him and was so anxious that he even considered killing Yang Yijie and the deputy general.

Who in the world doesn’t know that being a scholar is the hardest thing to do?

Where is the solution to this problem?

This clearly intensifies the conflict.

The prince and grandson are separated by a wall, just in case...

It was like a muffled thunder struck Xie Zhifei, and all the blood in his body froze.

In the chaos, a familiar figure stood blankly, as if she had just woken up from her sleep, and behind her, Jin Yiwei's gun was already coming.

Xie Zhifei shouted anxiously, "Yan Sanhe, get out of the way."

He shouted heartbreakingly, but his voice was completely drowned in the noise, the heavy rain...

But Yan Sanhe miraculously heard it. She squatted down and shrank almost instinctively, deftly avoiding the spear behind her.

At the critical moment of life and death, Yan Sanhe shivered violently, extended his thumb to Xie Zhifei, and then cleverly hid among the scholars.

Xie Zhifei was so frightened that his calves were trembling and he had no strength at all.

After a while, he strode up to Yang Yijie, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Yang, stop, these people are the future pillars of our country!"

Yang Yijie sneered: "Those who obey are the pillars, and those who cause trouble are the rebels."

"Master Yang!"

Xie Zhifei's eyes were like two sharp knives, "They were just angry for a moment and had nothing to do with the rebels."

Yang Yijie raised his voice and said grimly: "Does Master Xie want to speak for them? Can Master Xie afford the consequences of speaking for them?"

"I'm speaking for you."

Xie Zhifei's face was tense and stern, "Because Mr. Yang, you can't afford the consequences of blood flowing into a river."

Yang Yijie sneered, "Then let's try and see if I can bear it. Jinyiwei will obey orders..."

"Squeak!"

The vermilion door slowly opened, and a fat apricot figure struggled to cross the half-person-high threshold and walked out.

"His Royal Highness is here, who dares to be so presumptuous?"

In the heavy rain, everyone stopped moving and looked directly at the apricot.

Even though Yang Yijie had already worn a pair of trousers with the King of Han, he still did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the future prince.

He quickly stepped forward and bowed, "Your Highness."

Zhao Yanluo glanced at him indifferently, his eyes seeming to have no weight, but Yang Yijie was as nervous as beating a drum.

Under pressure, he loudly said: "Jin Yiwei, please retreat."

Zhao Yanluo walked to the steps step by step with a cane. He was silent for a long time and said slowly:

"According to your Majesty's order, I will work with the Third Division to thoroughly investigate the Chunwei fraud case. Your Majesty told me that I will kill a few people and give an explanation to the world and you.

The matter only came out in the morning. Please give me some time. I may not have the ability to stabilize the country, nor do I have the literary talent to make a sound. The sword hangs three feet high, and the national law is like a mountain. I will definitely go all out for this matter. "

The dignified prince did not have a condescending tone, nor did he accuse the scholars of causing trouble. Instead, he only had sincere words and determination to punish them severely, which moved the students in the heavy rain.

In addition, the prince had a reputation as a virtuous man over the years and treated scholars with courtesy. His words were like an umbrella in the storm, calming the hearts of all the scholars.

The scholars all knelt down and saluted the prince.

"Your Majesty is wise; His Majesty is wise!"

Only the square-faced scholar whose head was beaten with blood did not kneel or bow, but said coldly: "Your Highness, when will Yan Ruxian die?"

(End of this chapter)