Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

Chapter 202 Backlash
  "Brother Xie, do you know that many people are beginning to resent us now?"

The classmate said weakly again.

Xie Jin nodded slightly.

Of course I know all this. The storytellers outside seemed to have mastered the traffic password. For most of the month, they only told this story and did not tell other stories about the Three Kingdoms and Dragons.

He kept talking about how he resisted the shameless emperor's grandson, how he was not afraid of the powerful, etc. He listened too much, and even he felt bored, let alone other people.

He finally felt how painful it was to be bitten back.

I also talked to those storytellers and asked them to stop talking, but those storytellers didn't bother him at all. After all, they had received Zhu Xuan's money, as much as one hundred taels, and they would not stop until Zhu Xuan opened his mouth.

The storyteller did not dare to tell Zhu Xuan, otherwise they would go to jail.

Now Jie Jin not only has no salt to eat, but also loses his soul. He is also disgusted by others, and his life is about to enter a trough.

"There are so many people who are disgusted now. We can hardly stay in the Imperial College any longer!"

The classmate said again.

Xie Jin said: "The main reason for those who dislike us is because the storyteller keeps talking. I will go talk to them and ask them to stop talking."

This is the only method that works.

If you don’t eat salt, you can still take time to get used to it.

But it would be very uncomfortable to keep telling stories like this, and no one else could bear it.

The classmate didn't care about so much, and went back to lie down with his weak body shaking, hoping to eat salt in his dream.

Xie Jin took a deep breath and was about to leave when he saw a few Imperial College supervisors walking over. One of them smiled and said, "This is not Brother Xie. Are you going to listen to books again? He is not afraid of power and opposes the emperor's grandson." , your story is getting more and more exciting."

Haha ...

As soon as this person's words came out, several other Imperial College Supervisors laughed at the same time. They were jealous of Jie Jin before, but now it was time to add insult to injury.

"Brother Xie's reputation is getting bigger and bigger!"

"But now all fame is notoriety."

"Notoriety is also famous. As long as you can be famous, that's enough. Brother Jie, don't you think so?"

"No matter what the name is, Brother Jie likes it very much. Whatever smells good and smells bad, that's all."

……

These classmates from the Imperial College started mocking him without any mercy.

Jie Jin's pale face turned red, even his neck was red. Such ridicule was an insult to him, but he didn't even have the strength to retort, so he snorted and went out directly.

"Brother Xie is angry..."

Walking outside the Imperial Academy, Xie Jin could still hear the mocking voice echoing behind him.

His face turned from red to livid.

Those storytellers must be stopped and not allowed to continue speaking, otherwise his reputation will really turn into infamy.

Not far from the Imperial College, there is a tea shop.

There is also a storyteller in there.

Xie Jin hurriedly walked in, and the storyteller just happened to be telling the story again. He was still telling the story of Jie Jin and Zhu Xuan. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the people listening to the book sighed.

"It's this story again. I haven't changed it for more than half a month."

"It's this every day, it makes me want to vomit."

"This story is actually a lie, right? The little emperor is being smeared by you every day, and he doesn't do anything at all, and the Jin Yiwei doesn't come to catch anyone. I think it's fake. The little emperor is just a man who is innocent, and he doesn't bother to argue with you. "

"I think it's the scholar named Jie Jin who paid the storyteller to deliberately discredit the little emperor's grandson."

"This brother is right. In the whole story, Xie Jin has a tall image and is famous. He is sought after by many scholars. He is the one who benefits the most. I am sure that he spent money to deliberately discredit himself to make himself famous. .”    “We spent money talking about it for almost a month, and it hasn’t stopped yet. This Jie Jin, eager to be famous, is almost going crazy with thirst!”

"So people who are greedy for fame and wealth are worthy of being our scholars? Bah!"

The audience present cursed and scolded Xie Jin.

The storyteller looked very unhappy when he heard what they said, but how could they dare to stop after receiving the money from the little emperor grandson.

Otherwise, you will be imprisoned!
  As much as those people admired Xie Jin before, now they are so ruthless and vicious in scolding Xie Jin.

After listening to their words, Xie Jin felt that he was about to become a shame as a scholar.

He deliberately promoted the story, and he even provided part of it to the storytellers, but when things developed to this extent, it was not the result he wanted, and he had no control over it.

"Jie Jin is here..."

Someone in the audience said something.

Many scholars knew what Jie Jin looked like. They looked back at the same time. The comments and curses just stopped suddenly. The place was quiet. Only the very dedicated storyteller continued.

Xie Jin felt extremely harsh after hearing their words.

Originally, I wanted to come to Mr. Storyteller to argue with him and ask him to stop talking, but after listening to their words, my heart almost died. All the previous arrogance was shattered, and I felt that my life was meaningless.

After standing there for a while, he left like a zombie.

The storyteller gritted his teeth and continued talking.

The audience dispersed in a hurry, not wanting to listen anymore, but they followed Xie Jin and pointed. Xie Jin lowered his head, not daring to go back to the Imperial College. He didn't know where he could go next.

Just walking aimlessly down the street.

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"Your Highness, good news!"

Hou Xian walked into the Science Pavilion and said with a smile: "The Imperial College student named Jie Jin was ridiculed by his classmates in the Imperial College. He went to the tea shop and happened to hear someone scolding him. After walking out of the tea shop, he was dejected, as if he had no interest in life. gained hope.”

Hearing this, Zhu Xuan sighed.

Speech violence is more terrifying than physical violence.

Physical violence can only injure a person at most, while verbal violence can frustrate a person's heart, destroy a person's hopes, and cause depression. This is killing and killing one's heart.

Verbal violence is terrible.

Especially when Xie Jin was backlashed.

Before the backlash, he had gained fame and fortune and was full of pride. After the backlash, he watched everything disappear from him. The gap was so huge that it was hard to accept.

"It would be better for me to use this method less in the future!"

Zhu Xuan sighed, and then said: "Let's go, take me to see Jin."

When I saw Xie Jin, it was outside the city, in a dilapidated mountain temple.

At this time, Jie Jin didn't know whether he was severely hit or whether he had not eaten salt for a long time and had not eaten enough, so he had passed out.

"Take it back to Liu Chun!"

Zhu Xuan thought of the medical school built for Liu Chun, but he had never even seen it.

This time, Zhu Xuan could take Jie Jin there and see how the medical school was doing.

The medical school is on the edge of Yingtian City. It is an inconspicuous place. It is now beginning to take shape. Liu Chun has recruited more than fifty students and is teaching medical skills.

Liu Chun's role was nothing more than recuperating Zhu Yuanzhang's body, so that he could have enough time to teach in the medical school.

I happen to be there today.

(End of this chapter)