I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 190 The Mountain Rain Is Coming
Soon, the chiefs of the Sanfu returned to their respective government offices with the edict, and after showing the stamped edict to the officials in the government office, some of the subordinate officials immediately began to draw up the draft of the proclamation.

Drafting, finalizing, transcribing, reprinting...

There is a set of procedures.

It won't be long before dozens of announcements written on plain silk are ready.

An Le looked at these announcements and was very satisfied, so she had to post them as soon as possible.

An Le called the re-recruited sect to hand over all the proclamations to him.

"Immediately send people to post these proclamations in all lanes, and send ten guards to guard every place where proclamations are posted."

An Le paused, and then said: "No, increase to 20 people. If someone makes trouble, they will be arrested on the spot and brought to the county jail."

"only!"

An Le smiled smugly, this matter must be done beautifully and properly in order to leave a good impression on the emperor and the general.

When An Le sent people out, Jing Zhaoyin and You Fufeng also sent people out almost at the same time.

An hour later, the streets and alleys of Chang'an City and Beicheng Guo were covered with proclamations giving Emperor Xiaowu a temple title.

In order to spread the news more quickly, the guards will also explain the content of the announcement to the onlookers.

After all, there are still a small number of people who can read and write, so everyone can only listen to the explanations given by Tingzu.

The name of Emperor Xiaowu, who had been silent for a long time, once again appeared in everyone's ears.

Aged people have complex eyes, which contain nostalgia, worry, and memories...

And those young people were discussing one by one, with fiery expressions on their faces...

One generation has the memory of one generation, and the same thing will have different images in the eyes of different people.

So it didn't take long, and word of mouth spread the news that the imperial court gave Emperor Xiaowu a temple title, and it immediately spread throughout Chang'an.

Most of the people accepted this result in a complicated and anxious mood.

At the same time, the clever people also discovered that the atmosphere in Chang'an City suddenly became much chillier. The pavilion soldiers on the street were all wearing armor and sabers, and even recited their bows and arrows. They looked like they were joking in peacetime. very different.

However, most people don't care about this matter. After a heavy rain, there are still many things to do: the broken house needs to be repaired, the collapsed courtyard wall needs to be built, and the soaked land needs to be rectified...

For a moment, Chang'an City fell into a kind of silence instead.

……

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, Xia Houjian's house was extremely gloomy and cold.

Xia Housheng and two other doctoral officers gathered together in the stuffy study, making the final plot.

"Today, the proclamation for Emperor Xiaowu's temple title has been issued."

"Well, some disciples have already transcribed it for me to read."

"I heard that the defenses in the city have become much tighter, and Beique has also transferred many guards. Is what we are planning..." Hu Chang showed some fear on his face.

"I'm afraid this matter is not an order from the county magistrate. Only a general can mobilize so many soldiers. He stood with us at the Yantie conference. Now that the wind direction has changed, he wants to kill them all." Xia Houjian gritted his teeth. Said.

"The news has already been released. Don't wait any longer. If you wait any longer, where will I put the face of Confucian scholars? He has a weapon, and I have the hearts of the people. The people's aspirations are met by the blade without changing face!"

In fact, Xia Houjian did not expect the current situation. He thought that as long as there was a little news, the county magistrate would announce that they would go to the palace to appease them. He has the reputation of not being afraid of remonstrance, and like Dong Zi, he is entrusted with important tasks.

One back and one back is a win-win situation.

Unexpectedly, Weiyang Palace did not move at all; the county magistrate also did not move.

It must be the ignorant Huo Guang who instigated him.

Bully me Confucian scholars have no one! ?
"Tomorrow, I'll go to Beique and kneel down to remonstrate to the death!" Xia Houjian made the final decision.

The two accomplices hesitated quietly, but finally nodded.

A storm without rain or wind finally came.

On the first day of August, in Chang'an City, the heat is still very hot, even in the early morning, it is too hot to breathe.

At Maoshi, some houses in Shangguanli, Qili and Beichengguo opened their doors early.

Some people in robes and Confucian crowns came out of their homes.

These inconspicuous water droplets first gathered into small puddles in the alleys, and then merged into a river... Finally, they rushed towards Beique in a mighty way.

When they came to the junction of Qili and Weiyang Palace Beique, more than 100 people had already gathered.

The leaders are naturally doctoral officers Xia Houjian and Hu Chang.

The Confucian scholars who followed them were mainly young people in their 30s and [-]s, but there were also some old Confucian scholars with gray temples.

Among these people, many were wearing summer gowns made of breathable and cool silk, but many of them were still wearing old and heavy linen gowns. They were all sweating profusely along the way.

It seems that they are all Confucian scholars, but there is also a gap between rich and poor in life.

At this time, standing in place, they could already see the tall shadow of the Beique in front, and behind that shadow was the Weiyang Palace where the emperor lived.

Because it was still early and there were not many pedestrians, the few passers-by occasionally cast surprised glances at this group of people in different clothes, not knowing what they were going to do.

Xia Houjian waited for about a quarter of an hour and found that no more Confucian scholars had gathered.

There are at least thousands of Confucian scholars in Chang'an City, but now only over 100 have come, which seems a bit too small.

Xia Houjian pulled Hu Chang into the dark, and asked: "Mr. Hu, why are only these people here? I counted them. It seems that none of the doctoral students I brought with me came."

Hu Chang quickly said: "In the past few days, I have traveled all over Chang'an City, large and small bookstores, as long as there are places where Confucian scholars haunt, I have opened the door and gone in. Come, but there is no one in sight right now."

"Then I know, it must be Tian Wangsun and others who are obstructing it, and actually go against the people's will, it is really a shame for me as a scholar." Xia Houjian said viciously.

"But...but don't we represent the hearts of the people? Why are they being persuaded by Tian Wangsun?" Hu Chang said quite decisively that day, but after all, he didn't know much about Jiang Hu and the court, and only knew the word "people's hearts" , but do not know what the real people's heart is.

"Hmph, they are all short-sighted rats!"

"Then what should I plan now? Should I go back or go?"

"This matter has caused a lot of trouble in Chang'an. If I go back now, then I don't have the face to be a doctoral officer, let alone think about staying in Chang'an."

"It's okay, a hundred or so people are enough, and there are quite a few old Confucians here, maybe a few of them can be killed, and then Huo Guang and the others can be forced to vote."

"What's more, there is Duke Yan's backup. After dawn, he will bring someone to wait for me."

"Then...then go to Beique?" Hu Chang asked hesitantly.

"Yes, go to Beique right now!"

After Xia Houjian finished speaking, he immediately yelled several times, gathering more than 100 people around him.

"Listen, gentlemen, listen, gentlemen!"

(End of this chapter)