Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

The evening wind was like a knife, blowing into Zhu Gaosui's narrowed eyes. His eyes flickered, and looking far away in the night, he looked like a lone wolf with green eyes due to hunger.

Zhu Gaosui's hand was pressed on the waist knife, and the cloak behind him rustled.

Behind them were densely packed armored heavy infantry. Their eyes were as cold and lifeless as wolves looking at their prey. Only when their bloodthirsty expressions flashed did they feel that this was not a ghost army.

Hardened by countless battles, these Jingnan veterans who have been fighting for four years in a hail of bullets and arrows have absolute confidence that they can slaughter all the powerful supervisors around the corner like chickens and dogs.

The tassel on the gun tip seems to be the only bright color in this cold gray-black.

The archers further behind were silently checking their bowstrings and quivers, which would turn into poisonous snakes that harvest human lives and spit out darts at any time.

Zhu Gaosui popped his head out from the corner of the street, looked at the tense confrontation between the two sides in the distance, and raised his hand gently.

Jiang Xinghuo went alone to dissuade him, but the crowd seemed to be showing signs of rising again.

The hoarse friction sound of beetle leaves, like the rolling of treetops, suddenly sounded over a large area, and the soldiers began to enter a battle-ready state.

All it takes is Zhu Gaosui's hand to fall.

The next moment, the army pressed forward, and arrows came like rain!

"Huh?"

It was too far away to hear clearly, but Zhu Gaosui found that as Jiang Xinghuo said a few words in the distance, the crowd that was about to explode just now calmed down.

"hold on!"

The soldiers put away their half-drawn swords, and a bloody conflict was temporarily averted.

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Move the time forward a little for now.

In front of the dark crowd, Jiang Xinghuo stood alone, facing each other.

The noisy and whispering sounds started again, which was undoubtedly the prelude to chaos.

Standing behind the eunuchs and the dung cart, Song Li, who had just calmed down his heartbeat a little, looked at the moat of the palace next to him, and was already thinking about jumping into the river to save his life if he was too weak later.

In fact, Mr. Song is really not optimistic about tonight's action.

Although the Imperial Master unexpectedly used fireworks to interrupt the concentration, and used golden juice to block the crowd, the crowd calmed down temporarily, forming a brief confrontation.

But this confrontation is ultimately temporary and unbalanced.

The crowd is like firewood poured with kerosene. It only needs a trace of flame to explode.

But now it's not just a trace, but it's steaming everywhere!

What Jiang Xinghuo had to do was to clean the kerosene from the firewood one by one, while preventing any flames from falling into it.

Dancing on the edge of a knife, that's all.

After all, everyone knows that it is difficult to stop the crowd, but there is always a way to do it.

The problem is that after the confrontation and negotiation between the two parties, everything will collapse if you are not careful!

Even if Jiang Xinghuo really answers accurately, there is a high probability that an accident will happen and he will be swallowed up by the surging crowd in an instant, just a matter of breathing.

But Song Li then thought about it, what could Jiang Xinghuo do if he didn't do this?

If weapons and weapons are really used, it will be pointed out by thousands of people, and the reform will inevitably die in its infancy.

Therefore, for the reform leaders, this is actually a point of no return.

"You are truly a lone brave man who dares to be the first in the world."

Song Li looked at the Imperial Master who seemed to be sitting on the crater of a volcano about to erupt, and murmured in a low voice.

But at the same time, a thought flashed through his mind unconsciously.

Can a national preceptor really be able to handle such a difficult, almost impossible task?

"Why do you want to insult the laws of heaven?" a supervisor in the front row said boldly.

"When did Jiang insult the laws of heaven?"

Jiang Xinghuo's words immediately aroused the anger of the prison students.

One person waved his fist in vain and shouted: "Everything has its natural laws. How could there be no rain? If you, a treacherous official, were not afraid of Doctor Jing's blood oath, how could you let Di Bao publish "There are no natural laws for rain. What's the use of rain?" ?'"

"Yes! You must be afraid!"

The supervisor named Chu Daheng glanced at his companions, and a supervisor named Fu Zhaobin suddenly shouted: "We can't let the saint be insulted by this thief!"

Jiang Xinghuo was slightly startled, but quickly spoke loudly.

"There is indeed a topic that Jiang wanted to be published in Di Bao."

"After the cabinet was finalized, I also informed Jiang about it."

The newly agitated people were a little surprised by the Imperial Master's frankness. Originally, they all thought that Jiang Xinghuo would defend himself.

"But what the cabinet told Jiang was these eight words."

Jiang Xinghuo walked slowly from the front row in public and showed a note given to him by Xie Jin.

It was clearly written on it.

——Rain has its natural laws, so why does it exist?

Seeing that there was another leader in the crowd who wanted to make noise, Jiang Xinghuo said sincerely: "As you just said, it was only after meeting the "Di Bao" from the printing factory that I became filled with righteous indignation. If Jiang lies and forges the note, the original manuscript will not be lost. One copy, one check and you will know, there is no need to deceive you."

At this time, Guo Jing, who was hiding in the crowd, bravely said something.

"Everyone, the matter is clear. Don't be coerced. The law may not punish everyone if you are released from prison, but breaking into the palace at night is a serious crime of beheading!"

Professor Wang also said, "Have you all forgotten what happened to Zhao Lin in the twenty-seventh year of Hongwu?"

As soon as these words came out, the supervisors who had just been crowded here suddenly calmed down.

Most of these young people come from gentry families in Nanzhili. They rely on the inheritance and influence of their fathers to always get some preferential treatment no matter what they do. Therefore, it is inevitable that they will do something that will be criticized collectively. It's a matter of fact, but if they are really allowed to ruin their great future, that would be a completely different matter.

For a moment, the prison guards looked around, and when their eyes gathered again, they were no longer as excited as before.

Jiang Xinghuo made an immediate decision when he saw that the crowd was gradually cooling down like boiling water.

"The students!"

"You are all well-educated scholars with passionate hearts. Jiang is about the same age as you, so I can understand!"

"You want to argue clearly, it is for the good of Ming Dynasty, and Jiang wants to reform, it is also for the good of Ming Dynasty."

"You are like the rising sun, you will shine brightly in the future. What you and I do are all for the sake of the country and the people. Even if we are not on the same journey, we should have some comfort."

"Jiang, as the Imperial Preceptor, assures you that for today's misunderstanding, the imperial court will not pursue anyone, whether they are students or officials. You can return to the Imperial Academy with peace of mind under the leadership of officials at all levels of the Imperial Academy."

To be fair, Jiang Xinghuo's words were confident and sincere, which had a great impact on the students of the Imperial College.

If this young and somewhat excessive Imperial Master did not lie, and he seemed to be incapable of lying, then everything that happened tonight should be a misunderstanding caused by a word difference during the printing process of "Di Bao".

When the public was in a state of excitement, I would never have thought of this, but now that I have calmed down, I know that whether it is leaving the prison area without permission, gathering a crowd to cause trouble, or breaking into the palace at night, all of them are serious crimes!

After all, the rules of the Imperial College are indeed strict. Zhu Yuanzhang stipulated fifty-six prison rules for students in the Imperial College to start their exile, such as not to speak casually, not to ask for leave, not to say that the food is not delicious, etc.

Judging from the fact that the Hongwu Dynasty had about a 15% chance of being exiled every year when there was nothing wrong, once the severity of the punishment was severe, these students would be sentenced to exile in a smog-infested land, and there was a high probability that they would all be punished. The owl's head!

Moreover, this Imperial Master, who was obviously the emperor's favorite, actually used his position to guarantee that they would not be held accountable. This made these Imperial Health Supervisors not only relieved, but also vaguely surprised and grateful.

This is the scene Zhu Gaosui saw just now.

Song Li, who was by the river on the right side of Taiping Street, also hugged the tree and breathed a sigh of relief.

I really didn’t expect that such a huge disaster that was difficult to deal with could be dealt with by the national master.

If nothing else happened, the calmed down crowd should have restored order and returned to the Imperial College under the leadership of officials at all levels.

However, at this moment, the supervisor named Chu Daheng who was hiding in the crowd pointed at Guo Jing and said.

"Everyone! Don't be deceived by the traitor! This person is a spy of Jin Yiwei! They are a group, lurking among us, just to fool us first!"

"I can't face the saint today. Wait until tomorrow, and it will be time for this thief to settle his scores and drop the butcher's knife!"

At this time, his companions Fu Zhaobin and Zong Chaoyi also started making noises.

"That's right! A traitor can look like a loyal person. Please keep your eyes open and don't be fooled by his hypocrisy!"

"We want to meet His Majesty! We want to kowtow to see His Majesty!"

The hesitant crowd began to show signs of restlessness again.

Guo Jing opened his mouth to argue, but Chai Che stopped him. Now that he had been identified as a Jinyiwei spy, and they really couldn't explain clearly, they were doing more and more wrong, and they couldn't cause any more trouble to Mr. Jiang.

Mountain-like pressure instantly came to Jiang Xinghuo.

It was as if Mount Tai was about to collapse. The people in front of him seemed to have turned into a group of evil spirits that wanted to devour his flesh and blood, and their unkind eyes were focused on him.

The palace is towering, and on top of the vermilion city wall, there are also eyes looking at Taiping Street, which is not too far away.

The emperor and empress, as well as the princes, princes and nobles, as well as some clan girls and wives who were eligible to climb the city, were nervously watching the large-scale confrontation taking place on Taiping Street.

In their field of vision, densely packed troops were making final preparations at the corner of Taiping Street.

Once an accident occurs, it will be an irreversible tragedy.

However, Jiang Xinghuo seemed to have a magical power. He didn't know what he said, and the crowd, which had been at the critical point of boiling, was calmed down again.

The screen switched to Jiang Xinghuo.

Looking at the prison students, Jiang Xinghuo spoke word by word.

"To seek knowledge, you can seek the laws of nature. If you can answer Jiang's question, Jiang will not stop you, but will take you to see His Majesty."

"Otherwise, the soldiers at the back won't let you knock on the que!"