Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 317 You have righteousness, I have casserole iron fist.

I heard Emperor Zhu say so.

Several grand scholars were silent.

Their eyes looked at the scholars sitting in the square.

High hopes.

They knew that to change the emperor's mind, or since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed all schools of thought and only respected Confucianism, the status of Confucianism was under unprecedented impact at this moment!

If it is defeated today, Confucianism will no longer be the exclusive study of the imperial court.

The era of contention among a hundred schools of thought.
Maybe it's coming again.

The faces of several Confucian scholars sank like water.

And this time.

Around Suzaku Square, there are many Zhongdu scholars watching the excitement.

"These scholars are really brave. I heard that many people were killed in Sichuan!"

"Murder? How did I hear that there was no murder?"

"Anyway, the knowledge of Confucius has been the content of the imperial examinations since ancient times. Now that the court has changed it, these scholars are probably useless. They are also for their own future."

'Hehe, if the imperial court doesn't take the exam, it's useless. What's the use of such learning? '

"Do you dare to question the way of Confucius and Mencius?"

"Why am I afraid? Now the emperor doesn't like the way of Confucius and Mencius!"

for a while.

Discussions arose.

There are ridiculers and there are supporters.

But most of them are still watching the fun.

"Oh, just wait, these talents will be beaten soon!"

someone said loudly.

"Beating?"

"Whoever dares to hit them, they are the seeds of study."

;"Why don't you dare to fight? What happened to the seeds of their studies? They are just ordinary people without fame!"

someone said.

Just when the big guy was talking.

Among the scholars.

Chen Chuanjing sat cross-legged and looked at the Meridian Gate. There were the emperor, the left and right ministers of the cabinet, and the cabinet ministers and other important figures.

In Chen Chuanjing's view.

His misfortune, his future, and everything about him are in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor sitting on the Meridian Gate.

All it takes is a word from His Majesty the Emperor.

His future is back!

But why, why is it so easy, such a simple thing, the emperor just doesn't do it?

How many people have learned something new?
How many people learn the ways of Confucius and Mencius?

Doesn't the exam depend on what everyone has learned?

I have studied the four books, five classics and stereotyped essays for half my life.

Now suddenly say no.

For Chen Chuanjing.

The whole world just fell apart.

He sits here.

With a strong sense of mission and responsibility - I am risking my life to admonish for the sake of the world's scholars!
Just when the scholars were sitting in place with a somewhat tragic look, planning to wait for the emperor to compromise.

On Suzaku Avenue at the south gate of Suzaku Square, a group of university students dressed in new-style clothing filed in.

The style of their clothes was born out of the military uniform of the Ming Dynasty.

Tailored to a good fit, long-sleeved skirts were omitted.

The silk style is not used, but a more straight woolen cloth.

The straight copper buttons look very energetic when worn on the body.

Their entry also immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When I saw that the number of new students was unknown, there were only a hundred or so.

Qin Ying, Zhang Huiyan and others on the Meridian Gate Tower were greatly relieved.

Although these new students heard that they would learn "sports" such as fencing and musket shooting, their number was too small to make any big waves.

How can more than 100 people fight against seven or 8000 people?

The Six Gentlemen also breathed a sigh of relief.

They watched with smiles as Deng Xianhe and others submitted the petition.

Peaceful protest?

The comparison is the number of people!

Just call someone on your side
Just now.

Six Gentlemen's complexion changed.

Because dense footsteps came from all directions.

Hear the sound of neat footsteps.

The legs of the six gentlemen and the scholars began to tremble.

'It's over, it's over, the army is dispatched! '

'The emperor is going to be brutal! '

"It's over."

a time.

The scholars who heard this voice were sweating all over their backs.

Some people almost want to run away.

But when they saw the appearance of the person, they were all stunned. ,

Not the army.

Wear clothes similar to those of new students.

But no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a student!
"Are they also new students?!"

On the Meridian Gate tower.

Several Confucian scholars are not calm anymore.

What kind of students are those?
Have you ever seen a student who rolled up his sleeves and fisted like a sandbag?

And these people seem to be very organized, someone is in charge of the command, and the movements are very orderly.

Zhang Huiyan looked at Emperor Zhu in fear.

He thought it was Emperor Zhu who dispatched the army.

As a result, Gu Song shook his head and said, "They are factory workers from Songjiang Mansion."

Zhang Huiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

as long as it's not the army
As long as the army is not deployed.

It shows that Emperor Zhu is still playing according to the rules.

That means. . . .

Even today the scholars have suffered this beating.

No big deal either.

As long as the emperor can see the determination of the scholars.

"Everyone, don't panic! I am a scholar, and I have a righteous spirit in my chest!!"

Du Ruchong said loudly.

"Brothers! These people are going to ruin our jobs. What do you think we should do?"

"Smash their dog heads!"

The workers were excited.

boom!
The casserole-sized fist hit Du Ruchong's face.

The six gentlemen were attacked almost simultaneously.

Now scholars know what it means to be a scholar who meets a soldier.
The workers don't reason with them.

After arriving at the scene, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Beat them!"

The workers rolled up their sleeves and were excited.

"A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

"A gentleman and your mother!"

boom!
The casserole-sized fist smashed down.

Soon, the scholars retreated steadily, and some people had already started to sneak away.

"Don't run, don't run!"

The Great Confucianism Gate on the Meridian Gate jumped anxiously.

Even if all the scholars were beaten to the ground, as long as they didn't escape, they could show the emperor the strength of the scholar-bureaucrats.

If this is a run.
That's a bitch.

However, the scholars disappointed Darumen.

Wu Xianggui was relentless, throwing his fist forward.

"Insulting Sven, insulting Sven!"

Wu Xinzhong was trembling all over, he had never expected that these college students were so ignorant of martial arts.

Do it directly.

This confused the scholars who were determined to go on a hunger strike.

Going on hunger strike together and being beaten together are two different things.

Chen Chuanjing looked terrified.

keep backing away.

But after all, there is no way to retreat.

Wu Xianggui stared at Chen Chuanjing: "You are the one who wants to ruin my job?"

"No, no, no, I didn't I didn't I didn't."

Chen Chuanjing quickly waved his hands and denied it.

But what greeted him was the iron fist of the worker.

boom!
The front tooth is broken.

Chen Chuanjing rolled and crawled, weeping and wailing, and ran away in a panic.

Doesn't a gentleman stand under a dangerous wall?
However, he ran.
His future, the future of stereotyped scholars, is completely gone.
(End of this chapter)