Tyrant, your vest fell off

CHAPTER 152 – WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO
At this time, most of the common people and Confucian scholars began to bow their heads and think. Although they didn't admit it on the surface, they already agreed with Li Qingmei's remarks in their hearts.

Yes, why should a powerless woman bear the misfortune of the empire?Is she really wrong?

If we must distinguish between right and wrong, and make a final conclusion, then the wrong is also the politician with long sleeves and good at dancing, and it is the one who sits on the golden palace...

No, no, those Confucian scholars were the first to deny themselves. That is His Majesty's wisdom and wisdom. How can he make mistakes? He will definitely not be wrong!

If it weren't for this woman's servile face and humble bones to sign the treaty, the iron-boned man of the Dafeng Empire would definitely be able to sweep away the swallows and raise my Dafeng's national prestige.

Yes yes yes yes yes!It must be so. Thinking of this, they nodded their heads guilty.

Looking at the indifferent crowd, Li Qingmei's eyes gradually lost hope at this time, and at some point, two lines of helpless tears had already flowed down her face.

It seems that she is doomed today.

I hope that Sikong Que and Zhanying won't be hurt, she is ready to get rid of them and face the robbery alone.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of wooden fish with endless Zen sounds sounded inappropriately.

"Amitabha! The poor monk Bianji has something to say!"

A benevolent monk in the crowd clasped his hands together, and with eyes that can understand the world, he glanced lightly at the instigators in the crowd.

"It's not the only daughter who is seductive, but the officials also have it. Otherwise, how can there be an allusion of dividing the peaches and eating them, and how can there be an allusion of cutting off sleeves? How can there be the theory of innocent white iron cast sycophants?"

"The decline of many dynasties, which one is not because of the faint king's favor and trust in the treacherous ministers, the pro-villain, and the distant gentleman?"

"Why does the misfortune of the empire in the end have to be borne by Princess Shun's thin body? Is it because she is a woman?"

"That's right! The master is right!"

The sharp-eyed people in the audience recognized that this monk was the abbot of Xuankong Temple, Master Bianji.

This eminent monk has always lived in seclusion, but the Xuankong Temple has formed good ties among the people, and many poor people have received the grace of the Xuankong Temple.

And what this eminent monk makes the world talk about is his emotional entanglement with His Majesty's sister-in-law, who is also the eldest daughter of the first emperor—Princess Li Yang, Sikong Yu.

Sikong Yu divorced his son-in-law for the reason of the debate, and he was so angry that he almost killed this rebellious woman.

But this wayward princess still went her own way, and in the end she insisted on escaping into Buddhism, and spent the rest of her life chasing her love in the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.

Falling in love with a Samana disciple who is empty of all four elements is the greatest misfortune in her life!Master Bianji never responded to her deep affection.

From now on, whenever the debate machine leaves the Xuankong Temple, there will be a petite figure, but extremely stubborn and tenacious, within ten feet behind him, that is Sikong Yu, the eldest princess of Li Yang.

"Bian Ji is right!"

"The one who is wrong is obviously the man above the temple! It is His Majesty today!"

Sure enough, everyone soon saw Sikong Yu wearing a yellow monk robe.

More than 20 years have passed, and the princess has already reached middle age.

Seeing her playfully sticking out her tongue, she asked Bianji shyly if what she said was right.

If the traces of age in the corners of her eyes were ignored, in an instant, everyone seemed to see Sikong Yu who was still in his cardamom years, who dared to love and hate the deviant Sikong Yu.

"Aunt Huang! Thank you very much for your life-saving grace!"

Sikong Que bowed his head respectfully and performed the junior etiquette, and Sikong Yu lifted his shoulders.

"Que'er is already so big, tsk tsk, this little face really follows our Sikong clan!"

Sikong Yu stretched out his hand and pinched Sikong Que's face playfully, just like teasing him when he was a child.

"Ahem, cough, aunt, Que'er is already an adult!"

Sikong Que dodged her clutches arrogantly, and Sikong Yu, who had reacted, immediately smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Bianji, wait for me! What are you doing so fast!"

Sikong Yu made a gesture and was about to catch up with Bianji's figure, when he suddenly remembered something.

She turned her head and stared fiercely in the direction of the Confucian scholar.

"Don't forget, history books are written by you stinky men."

"Those men who write history books always use our women as cannon fodder for the common interests of you men. In fact, they just want to cover up your incompetence!"

(End of this chapter)