Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 117 Why Are You Still Fighting?

Suzaku Avenue.

The scorching sun hangs in the sky, although it is not as hot as summer, the foreheads of the students sitting quietly are sweating, and there is a faint greasy shine.

Fang Yiai looked over the rows of soldiers three feet away, and looked at the open palace gate with doubts.

This simple complaint, why hasn't it seen results in two hours?

Zheng Guogong took the lead in the court, and representatives from the Academy and the Poetry Society entered the arena. It stands to reason that such a certain matter is finalized.

What I saw this time was not to say that Li Xian was crushed into a prison car and paraded through the streets, but he would also be thrown out of the palace gate?
Why is there no movement?

Sitting in the crowd, the young master dressed in fine clothes, even though the servant beside him was fanning the cattail leaf fan, he still felt the hot wind gusts, making him extremely hot.

After sitting in meditation for two hours, the floor under my buttocks was scorching hot, and with the scorching sun, even with a paper fan covering it, I still felt very uncomfortable.

Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she glanced at Fang Yiai, who was standing on her feet, and asked.

"Brother Fang? Why is there still no movement?"

"Isn't there some accident?"

Fang Yiai hadn't answered the conversation yet, but the tall and thin disciple who was sitting quietly opposite took the conversation.

"Humph."

"What accident can happen? Will the irrefutable evidence go away?"

"If you don't want to wait here, then leave on your own, don't stand in the way here!"

They are also sit-in protesters, and the academy really can't stand it.

This time all the people came here for the reputation of the Zheng Academy, to show their shame, and they all sat neatly and neatly.

The wealthy and powerful families on the opposite side held paper umbrellas and fanned cattail fans, as if they were enjoying the scenery.There is the honor and disgrace that should be there, and the momentum that should be there.

Since an hour ago, the couples on the streets of Linli had some dislikes for each other.

Hearing what the leading scholar said, the rich young man looked displeased and snorted softly.

"I said, you students who only know how to plunge into the bookcase, do you understand the rules of the court?"

"Without us dignitaries in front, do you really think you can sit in front of Suzaku?"

"Do you really think that without our support, you can gain a firm foothold in the court? What's more, I heard that the academy got an answer sheet, and the whole academy was quite surprised."

Mentioning the pain point, the students of the academy froze, quite displeased.

"Heh! What does the answer sheet have to do with your academy?"

"It's such a big imperial city, what kind of characters are in the magnificent poems? Do you really think that you can sing good poems if you hold them together and spend a lot of time?"

"It's just a group of drunks and riches, masters who are trying to catch fame!"

Seeing the scholar's disdainful eyes, the rich young man and his companions were suddenly annoyed. They stood up and pointed at the paper fan in their hands.

"You... Who are you talking about? Who is the wine bag and rice bag?"

"Only you people are worthy of teaching us? Don't even look at your poor looks!"

"Without a brother in the front, and without the humerus of the imperial court, do you really think that your dismissed Wang Shuming can stand in the Taiji Hall?"

The original common goal has drifted unconsciously, and the college students who mentioned their pain points are even more unwilling to show weakness.

"Is it true that you can cover the sky with one hand if you have an official position?"

"If you have the ability to argue, why don't you go and find out who made the unknown poems on the imperial list!"

Dismantling each other's sore spots made both sides a little annoyed. If it weren't for some onlookers around, they might have already scuffled together.

The martial law soldiers swept across the two sides of the sword, frowning slightly.

Shaking off the sweat stains on his palms, the soldier listened to the noise in his ears, held the silver gun in his hand again, and turned his head.

"Why is there a fight?"

"Heh! I keep saying that I want to condemn Li Xian, but I am arrogant in my nest, a bunch of idiots who can't help me."

"Should we help or not? To govern?"

"Hey! Take care of them! Let them fight. If you start fighting earlier, you can go back to the house and finish work earlier, so you don't have to worry about it."

Fang Yiai paced back and forth in front of the crowd, feeling like ants in a hot pot.

Hearing the noisy arguments behind him made him even more annoyed.

Flicking his sleeves, he turned around, raised his eyebrows, and pointed his arms across the restless crowd.

"A group of unworthy things! Why are you arguing!"

"Li Xian hasn't been convicted yet, but you guys are making noise here, isn't it embarrassing?"

Then the restless crowd gradually calmed down, and a voice pointed towards the palace gate and exclaimed.

"Come out, come out!"

Looking across the palace gate, the guarded soldiers separated like water waves, and four soldiers in silver armor walked out with a figure at the door opened in the middle.

Bang.

The figure was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

Behind him, Li Junxian raised his spear and yelled loudly.

"Yu Chang, gather a crowd to make trouble and falsely accuse others, you can do it yourself."

"There is a housekeeper interceding for you this time, next time, I won't be so lucky!"

Seeing the prostrate figure rolling in mourning, Fang Yiai's complexion changed, and he froze on the spot.

what happened?

How did this complaint become a false accusation?
The people behind were also really shocked, completely confused.

Someone went to help the figure, but Yu Chang pushed it away with a wave of his arm, and struggled to get up from the ground clutching his buttocks.

Grinning and pointing at Fang Yiai, enduring the pain in her body.

"Fang Yiai! Do you already know this is a trap?"

"You can't even find out the poems on the imperial list, and you still want to entrap me? Let me sue someone who wrote some poems on the imperial list?"

wow.

The entire powerful clan was completely stunned on the spot.

"That poem was written by Li Xian? This...how is this possible!"

"Are we falsely accusing a person who wrote a famous sentence through the ages?"

"Let's go! Why are you still standing there, do you want to be caught by the government and punish you for false accusation?"

There was a sudden commotion among the rich and powerful, and some wealthy households who knew their best friends looked at Yu Chang, and then at Fang Yiai beside him, not knowing what to do for a while.

The other children who took advantage of the situation dared to delay, and together with a group of servants, they ran through the crowd for fear of being caught.

Pooh!
The students headed by the academy spat fiercely at the chaotic crowd and cursed angrily.

"What a bunch of embarrassing bastards, who can't tell the difference between friends and foes, not even a person who writes poetry!"

Amidst the swearing, someone called out in a low voice behind the student.

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

All the students turned around and saw Wang Shuming who had returned to the team at some time, they surrounded him excitedly and asked questions.

"How is brother?"

"What crime does Your Majesty decide to punish Li Xian?"

"Your Majesty, can we justify the name of our academy?"

Wang Shuming didn't say a word, his cheeks were red and dark, he lowered his head and went out.

"Don't mention it again, go back to the academy and talk about it!"

Hey!
A surprised sound came from behind.

Yu Chang put his hands on the waist, pointed at Wang Shuming and cursed.

"Bitch!"

"Above the main hall, I don't dare to fart. Only the old man is standing in front of me. Even a stupid scholar like you wants to fight against Li Xian..."

Pooh!
A mouthful of saliva shot out, drew an arc, and spat on the long street, and Wang Shuming also cursed.

"Speaking is not smooth, stammering, throwing it into the face of a scholar, and dare to speak loudly!"

Cursing and swearing, the two teams each led their own troops and left in the dust.

(End of this chapter)