After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 57 The Golden Drum
Lin Yuxiu also got up early today.

In fact, he barely slept at all.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for days.

In the past few days, every time he saw Guan Shengjie and his brothers from the literature school running around for drumming, he felt uneasy.

His parents died early, he never married a wife and had children, and his two elder sisters are also married, so he is truly alone, even if there is a mishap, it will not affect others.

But Guan Shengjie and the others were very different.Most of them are old and young.

Lin Yuxiu didn't want to involve them.

But seeing their blood boiling, they couldn't be persuaded.

Lin Yuxiu was a little worried.

He never thought that he would make such a big fuss. This was his own business, but now it has become a problem for all the students in the world.

These people are all his classmates and friends, his like-minded confidants, some of them have parents who have cooked for him and sewed clothes, and some of them have taught their children how to read.If something happened to them, he could hardly absolve himself of the responsibility, and he would have no face to see their family members.

How does this allow him to sleep soundly?
Fortunately, two days ago, the young master of Wenxintang came back to his house once, and talked with him late at night while drinking.

Although Shaodong's family had never been to a literary school, he had also been taught by Wang Lisong, the wine priest, so he called him senior brother on weekdays.

"The arrow is on the string, so it has to be fired. You don't have to worry too much. Do your best and let fate be." The young master comforted him.

"I'm just afraid that all of us are wishful thinking. Your Majesty has been in power for several months. If you wanted to suppress the powerful officials, it shouldn't be the situation you are now." Lin Yuxiu sighed, "I'm afraid that Your Majesty intended to protect those involved in the fraud case. Courtier. Then our move is pointless."

"I assure you, His Majesty is definitely not such a person. His Majesty hates Chunwei's fraud case deeply, and he will only be more than you and me. Otherwise, how could there be a major personnel change in the Ministry of Rites a few years ago? The New Year's Day is the busiest time for the Ministry of Rites. At this time, His Majesty's power to ask the officials of the Ministry of Rites to suspend their duties for review is enough to show His Majesty's determination to thoroughly investigate the fraud case in Chunwei. However, His Majesty has no manpower now, so he has no power to do so."

The Young Master patted him on the shoulder: "You are His Majesty's staff, and you are His Majesty's strength."

The two had a long talk all night, from the court's long-standing abuses to Xingrui's reform, and from today's emperor to Jinke Chunwei.

Lin Yuxiu's words comforted Lin Yuxiu to some extent.

March [-], finally came.

According to the agreement, he, Guan Shengjie and hundreds of students from the literature school, Chen Zheng, arrived outside the Chengtian Gate.

The two-person high Dengwen drum stands on the left side of Chengtian Gate, next to the base of the palace wall.

However, on both sides of the golden drum stood two guards with guns.

Normally this is not the case.

Seeing them approaching the golden drum, the two guards shouted and asked, "What do you do?"

The next step is to check the certificates one by one and ask the record list.

After learning that they were students who had come to beat the Dengwen Drum to ask for the sanctuary, the imperial guards informed everyone that the drumming in front of the hall had to be reported to the Taiqing Pavilion in advance, and the Dengwen Drum could only be played after getting approval for playing the Ming Drum.

Lin Yuxiu immediately moved out of the Dajing Law, pointing out that there was no such provision in it, questioning the increase of the guards at every level, and suspected of abusing their power.

Lin Yuxiu was studying at the age of four, and Lin's father had served as the minister of the Ministry of Punishments, and also served as the speech officer of the Taiqing Pavilion.

Although Lin's father later died in the Hall of Supreme Harmony because of his death in front of the hall, and his son could not be an official in the court for the rest of his life, Lin Yuxiu's preferences and ambitions for criminal names have not changed. By heart.Moreover, he was very eloquent and eloquent, even Wang Lisong did not give in. How could the guards frighten him, he was unable to answer his questions within a few words.

The imperial guards then called their captain to line up with Lin Yuxiu.

But after a while, the captain of the imperial guard team also returned in defeat.

So the director of the Youyawei Outpost, General Xiaowei of the Forbidden Army, and the head of the Ministry of War also appeared on the scene in turn.

However, they returned in turn.

More and more people gathered outside Chengtian Gate.

Behind Lin Yuxiu were the students who came from all over the country one after another, and in front of him were the guards and officials from various ministries and departments.

They either wear armor and hold spears, or wear red robes and black gauze on their heads.

Lin Yuxiu had no military armor or official uniform, only a moon-white robe that was washed to gray, and a petition petition in his arms.

But with only a three-inch tongue, he argued hard with reason, and made these people in high positions with knives and guns helpless.

In ancient times, there was Marquis Zhongwu who fought with the Confucianists with his tongue, and now there is Lin Yuxiu who fought with the generals with his tongue.

The two sides had been in a stalemate for a long time, seeing the sun getting higher and higher, and the number of students outside Chengtian Gate, some people in the crowd might question Chun Wei's list loudly, which aroused the anger of the crowd.

"If the number one scholar in Chunwei is worthy of his name, why can't he be allowed to argue with us in court?"

"Wang Jijiu didn't put a charge on the pleadings of the three divisions, so why was he sentenced to exile?"

"The imperial court promised us to give us an explanation about the Chunwei fraud case within a month, why hasn't there been an explanation after more than a month?"

"The seniors from the literary school are obviously assisting in the investigation of the fraud case. Why have they been detained until now and are not even allowed to visit the prison?"

"Last year, the Ministry of Officials announced the list of candidates for Xiaolian, and Xu Wang was obviously not from Yingzhou. How could he be recommended by the Yingzhou School?"

"Why don't you let us beat the drums? What are you afraid of?"

……

There were more and more angry doubts in the crowd, seeing that the guard of dozens of people could not control the situation.

The head of the outpost looked anxious, he was ordered by Luo Zichang to stabilize the situation outside the gate, and gave him time to go to the inner palace to ask the emperor for orders to mobilize the imperial army.

As long as they can withstand the imperial army leaving the palace, these rioters will naturally disperse.

After all, the name of the emperor is still very deterrent among the people where the idea of ​​the divine right of kings is deeply rooted.

The Forbidden Army is the symbol of the emperor. When these people see the military flag of the Forbidden Army, they will understand that it is useless to beat drums or face saints. The emperor will not stand by them at all.

When the time comes, people's hearts will be destroyed by themselves, and if a few troublemakers are arrested, the matter will be settled, and Luo Zichang may be favored and promoted to be a general.

Therefore, there must be no mistakes outside the Chengtian Gate.

Now that the situation is unstable, the director of the outpost hastily ordered the captain of Chengtianmen to send a message to Luo Zichang in the palace.

Luo Zichang came soon.And with people, many people.

The two gates of Chengtianmen were opened one by one, and behind Luo Zichang, the imperial guards lined up neatly. At first glance, there were thousands of people at least.

The first guard held high the flag of flames that symbolized the royal family of Dajing.

The director of the outpost was overjoyed: the imperial army went out of the palace to quell the chaos.

Sure enough, those rioters quieted down, and whispered timidly.

The officers and soldiers outside the door made way for Luo Zichang.

"Who wants to face the saint?" Luo Zichang pressed the sword on his waist, looked at the scholars in cloth robes in front of him with a livid face, and asked.

(End of this chapter)