The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 604: Forced Palace [Subscription*Monthly Ticket Request]

In the darkness of Handan Royal City, Yan Yan retracted the longbow in his hand.

He was the one who shot that arrow. It looked dangerous, but it was actually not safe at all, so he was worried about others coming.

"Where did you find such a ruthless person?" Yang Duanhe was still frightened.

At such a long distance, if the arrow misses the target, someone could die.

"There are so many scholars in Handan, and many of them are brave. I just told him what I knew and explained to him the true meaning of taxation. Then he brought his classmates here by himself. I didn't need to encourage him at all." Yan Yan said lightly.

The bloodiness of the Zhao people is not just exaggerated.

They are brave and tough enough, but they also hate betrayal the most.

Therefore, Yan Yan simply told the other party what he knew, and the other party brought his classmates and friends and incited the people to come and ask for an explanation.

Even the other party doesn't actually believe it, they just come for verification.

It’s a pity that everything Yan Yan gave him was real and he was not afraid of the other party’s verification.

"Why, why didn't you shoot me to death!" The Confucian scholar Zhao Qingcang was hit in the chest by an arrow shot by Yan Yan, but because the force was controlled very precisely, it only scratched the skin. It looked very dangerous, but actually did not threaten his life.

But as a scholar of the State of Zhao, he had the desire to serve the State of Zhao since he started reading and writing. He also had absolute hope and trust in the State of Zhao and had absolute faith in it.

Therefore, he actually didn't believe a single word of what Yan Yan told him and the information he gave him, but he did it just to bet with Yan Yan that their king was not like that.

So he brought his men here without hesitation. He wanted to prove to the world that Zhao State was not as the rumors spread.

As long as he can prove it, all the rumors will be refuted!

However, the changes in the expressions of the prime minister and other ministers told him that what the mysterious man said was true. At that moment, his faith collapsed. Even though he could have avoided the arrow, he didn't want to. He didn't know why he should continue to live.

The idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor that I had instilled in myself since childhood collapsed at this moment.

But why couldn't this arrow go a little further and let him rest here forever?
"Please explain, Prime Minister and Chancellor!" This time, it was no longer Zhao Qingcang's voice alone, but the voices of Zhao Qingcang's classmates and the people of Handan who followed him.

Many of them, like Zhao Qingcang, did not believe this was true at first.

But the changes in the expressions of those big shots and the arrow in Zhao Qingcang's chest were proving to them and telling them that the details in Zhao Qingcang's hand were real.

They were deceived by their king!

Things like tightening your belt, being thrifty, and saving money are all lies.

As for the misappropriation of military funds, could it be false?

When a person's reputation collapses, he no longer has any credit.

No one will believe his words anymore, and everyone will think the worst of all the slanders he makes.

Angry scholars and violent people rushed to the palace gate.

Guo Kai and others could only hide in the palace under the protection of the palace gate guards and dared not show up, and the palace guards looked at them with strange eyes.

Because they were soldiers and palace guards, it was their duty not to let the rioting civilians and scholars rush into the palace, but they did not order any harm to the civilians either.

"Huh~" Seeing the reaction of the palace guards, Yan Yan also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the bloody conflict that he was most worried about did not happen, or it could be said that Zhao Qingcang stopped these people from continuing to attack the palace.

"Please give us an explanation, Your Majesty!" Zhao Qingcang pushed everyone away and walked to the palace gate.

"As long as the king doesn't come out to explain, Zhao Qingcang will wait here for a day!" Zhao Qingcang sat directly on the moat bridge in front of the palace gate.

No palace gate guard dared to drive him away.

As Zhao Qingcang sat in meditation, the scholars who followed him also sat down beside him silently, without saying a word, but blocking the entire palace gate.

Because of the obstruction of these scholars, the palace guards and the people were separated, which prevented the escalation of the situation and avoided bloodshed.

"I hope they can break into the palace!" Seeing that the situation did not become serious, the bigwigs of Zhao State were relieved, but many people also knew that this situation would be more troublesome.

If someone breaks into the palace, they can order the palace guards to kill everyone and then eliminate the impact.

But no, Zhao Qingcang's calmness prevented the situation from escalating, but it also allowed the matter to spread throughout Handan through the mouths of the people, and then from Handan to the entire State of Zhao.

And now, Zhao Qingcang cannot die even more. He has become the spokesperson for the entire Handan and the people of the entire Zhao State. Once Zhao Qingcang dies unexpectedly, more Zhao Qingcangs will appear, and countless historians will flock to him.

"Who is he!" Since they couldn't get out, Guo Kai and others could only think of a way to solve the problem. The first thing they did was to investigate Zhao Qingcang's identity.

If we can start with Zhao Qingcang's identity, then everything can be easily solved.

But after Guo Kai and others obtained Zhao Qingcang's identity information, they knew that this approach was no longer feasible.

Zhao Qingcang was a native of Handan and was also well-known among Handan's literati. The suspicion that he was an outsider spy was ruled out, and it was impossible for him to use his identity to make trouble.

"What is going on?" Guo Kai rubbed his eyebrows.

Now the situation has become difficult. In just two hours, the number of scholars and civilians sitting in silence at the palace gate has exceeded hundreds, and is still increasing.

That would be fine, but the historian from the historian family has also arrived.

What is even more outrageous is that novelists who are dedicated to spreading rumors and are unable to compete with historians have also come up with a new approach.

This group of people are different from historians. Historians came but did not write. They would wait until the truth was revealed before they would start recording to ensure the authenticity of the historical materials. However, novelists do not have this concern. Since their head of the family went crazy, they have found their own path.

We are novelists, we write unofficial history. You don't need to worry about whether what I write is historical enough, you just need to know whether it is unofficial enough.

So, who knows how many versions of things this group of people can come up with if this goes on any longer.

In particular, Guo Kai and others stood on the palace wall and saw several guys already writing furiously, and a few others felt that their writing could not speak as fast as their mouths, so they set up a small stage and started to make up stories and talk nonsense.

"Did you also invite these people here?" Yang Duanhe didn't expect it to become such a big fuss.

"No, but I can guess it. After all, watching the fun is the characteristic of the Chinese people!" Yan Yan said helplessly.

He could guess that a historian would come, but he really didn't expect a novelist.

Ever since the contemporary leader of novelists went crazy, they have been running wildly on the wild road.

Not to mention anything else, there are countless versions of his novels and legends with Shao Siming and Yan Lingji. There are also countless versions of those with Nanyue and Jingwei. He would go and read them for fun whenever he had nothing to do.

(End of this chapter)