Madam, protect me!

Song Mansion.

Li Nuo looked at a new portrait that appeared on the code.

It was an old man with a thin face.

He picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

Seal script, official script, regular script, running script, cursive script..., five different pen styles, the same thing is that they all look very pleasing to the eye.

If you want to change the criminal law, it is really not that easy. At least it must be submitted to the three provinces for discussion.

But this kind of public security regulations is just a matter of my father writing a few words and stamping.

The Dali Temple has this authority.

Not to mention the Dali Temple, even the local county magistrate has this power within his jurisdiction.

Everyone has the responsibility to protect the environment.

Chang'an is the capital of Daxia and represents the face of Daxia. Spitting everywhere is neither civilized nor hygienic.

The imperial examination is imminent, and students from all over the country gather in Chang'an. In order to show the good style of the capital of Daxia, it is necessary to temporarily focus on sanitation construction.

Unfortunately, calligraphy has not been transformed into a permanent skill.

There are far from enough people to catch.

Li Nuo sighed, looking at the lines on the paper, and a little confusion emerged in his heart.

He has always had such confusion.

It is obviously another world, and most of the history is different from the world he is familiar with, but there are also many things that are inherited from the same source, such as the various schools of thought, such as calligraphy fonts, and even words and languages...

It's like a world is constructed on the basis of another world.

It's obviously impossible for him to figure this out, so Li Nuo simply stopped thinking about it, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

The room was very quiet, with only Li Nuo.

It was only a few days away from the imperial examination, and the entire Song Mansion, including his wife, was deliberately creating a quiet environment for him. The fourth uncle and his wife even specifically told Mu'er not to disturb him.

Compared with the quietness of the Song Mansion, the gate of Qingfeng Academy was very lively.

The news that Mr. Wei was arrested and taken to the Dali Temple had already spread to the academy. Upon hearing this news, the entire academy suddenly exploded.

What is the Dali Temple? It is the territory of the treacherous minister Li Xuanjing. Those who are arrested by the Dali Temple have a narrow escape from death. I don’t know how many loyal people have been murdered in the Dali Temple’s prison.

And Mr. Wei is a teacher of Qingfeng Academy. He has a noble character throughout his life and has cultivated many pillars for Daxia.

Although they don’t know why the Dali Temple arrested him.

But they believe that Mr. Wei must be innocent.

He must have been persecuted by Li Xuanjing.

The students of Qingfeng Academy were all indignant after hearing this news.

The calligraphy community in Chang'an was also shocked. Wei Xun’s friends and disciples also began to gather at the gate of the academy to speak up for Mr. Wei.

At first, when there were few people, they still had a little fear of the Dali Temple and Li Xuanjing.

But as more and more people gathered, the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated and then turned into anger.

Confucian disciples should have a righteous spirit. When encountering injustice, they should stand up bravely and not succumb to power.

"Let's go together to rescue Mr. Wei!"

"I'm going to the Dali Temple to protest. Who's willing to go with me?"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too. If you can, arrest us all!"

...

In the crowd, someone shouted, and immediately got countless responses.

The crowd began to march towards the Dali Temple in a mighty procession. The team of dozens of people occupied the entire street, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The people on the street saw this scene from afar and retreated.

I don't know what happened to these academy students. Why did they go to the streets to protest again?

Although it is not clear what happened, every time they put on such a formation, officials in the court will be in trouble.

These academy students represent the future of Daxia.

Once they make trouble, even the court has to give in.

This is also the only time they have privileges.

When they pass the imperial examination and become officials, they will know how to follow the rules.

The imperial examination is approaching, and Chang'an has gathered countless students.

Many people saw this formation and came forward to inquire.

After learning the whole story, many students who were not from Qingfeng Academy also joined in.

The crowd moved forward and expanded along the way.

Such a huge momentum had already alarmed the guards patrolling the streets.

Although the duty of the guards was to maintain the stability of Chang'an, in this case, even they did not dare to stop it and could only report the matter immediately.

The Zhongshu Province attached great importance to it. The Zhongshu Ling and Zuo Xiang immediately issued instructions, requiring Chang'an County Government and Jingzhao Prefecture to quickly find out the cause of the incident, seriously investigate the relevant responsibilities, patiently appease the emotions of the students on the march, properly handle the problem, and prevent the incident from further escalating...

From Qingfeng Academy to Dali Temple, it is not a long distance, and the team of dozens of people has expanded to hundreds of people.

Mainly composed of several disciples of Wei Xun and students of Qingfeng Academy, the entrance of Dali Temple was blocked.

"Release Mr. Wei!"

"Release Mr. Wei!"

They did not break into the Dali Temple, but sat quietly in front of the Dali Temple, shouting slogans in unison.

In a teahouse on the roadside, in a private room on the second floor, several figures were watching the scene below with interest.

The arrest of Mr. Wei was also beyond the expectations of Yongshou Hou and others.

They did not expect that Li Xuanjing would even dare to arrest the teacher of the academy.

This also shows that their move just hit the vital point of their father and son.

Marquis Yongshou asked, "Who of you instigated these students?"

Several people shook their heads when they heard this.

Marquis Fengyang smiled and said, "Li Xuanjing has so many enemies. It doesn't matter who instigated them. What's important is that he has provoked these fearless students. Let's see how he ends up..."

At this moment, in the Dali Temple.

The Dali Temple.

Several figures in official uniforms stood in the hall.

The people present were all giants. Pei Zhe, the magistrate of Chang'an County, could only stand in the corner honestly and didn't even have the qualifications to interrupt.

After receiving the order, the chief officials of the relevant yamen rushed to the Dali Temple in person as soon as possible to find out the reason and prevent the situation from getting worse.

Everyone thought that the Dali Temple had caught some evidence against the Wei family. Who would have thought that the cause of the incident was just a spit...

Is it necessary to make such a fuss for a spit?

A censor looked at Li Xuanjing and said, "Mr. Li, it's just a small matter. There's no need to make such a big fuss. Let Mr. Wei go."

Li Xuanjing took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Even if it's a small matter, it's related to the majesty of the law. What kind of place is the Dali Temple? If we give in because of these people's coercion, how can we enforce the law in the future? If we give in once this time, will we give in again when they come to make trouble next time?"

"This..."

The censor was speechless for a moment.

This sentence is right.

But it depends on who said it.

Why is it so strange when it comes from Li Xuanjing's mouth...

Besides, he made that law, so of course he can stand on the commanding heights of the law.

The problem is that all this is still in compliance with the law.

He did not want to argue about this issue, and asked: "Can Lord Li guarantee that Mr. Wei will be released tomorrow?"

Li Xuanjing said: "The Dali Temple has always handled cases according to the law. If he does not commit a new case, I will naturally let him go. However, he incited public opinion, gathered a crowd to make trouble, and intended to attack the key departments of the court. Perhaps his charges will be reconsidered tomorrow..."

The Dali Temple handled the case according to the law, but it was indeed he who issued the law first and then followed the law.

The Chief Censor sighed and said: "I will persuade them to disperse. I hope Lord Li will keep his word."

He walked out of the Dali Temple, and the students gathered outside were still noisy.

The Chief Censor walked in front of the crowd, and an invisible breath spread from his body.

This breath was like a spring breeze, and the restless hearts of the people gradually calmed down.

"Haoran Qi!"

"Damn, Chang'an is Chang'an. This is the first time I have seen a Confucian official with Haoran Qi!"

"Me too. I've really opened my eyes today!"

Everyone felt this breath full of righteousness, and the shouting gradually became smaller and then disappeared completely.

Officials who can cultivate Haoran Qi are still trustworthy.

The Chief Censor looked at everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, please be patient. I am Zhang Yuan, the Chief Censor. After the investigation of the Censorate, Mr. Wei did violate a law and was punished by the Dali Temple for one day. I promise that Mr. Wei will leave safely tomorrow. Please believe me..."

Everyone present was a Confucian.

They could not believe the Dali Temple or the Censorate, but at least they would listen to the explanation of an official with Haoran Qi.

Someone in front of the crowd asked, "May I ask this lord, what crime did Mr. Wei commit?"

Although it was a little difficult to say, the Chief Censor still said, "The Dali Temple has just issued a new rule. It is forbidden to spit on the streets of Chang'an. Violators will be flogged five times and detained for one day..."

The crowd was silent for a short time, and then a riot broke out.

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Even spitting is controlled?"

"This must be a conspiracy of the Dali Temple. Don't be fooled by them, lord!"

"They will definitely not let him go tomorrow!"

...

Seeing the crowd quarreling again, the Chief Censor stretched out his hands and pressed down slightly, and the riot soon subsided again.

He glanced at the crowd and said, "If you believe me, you can go back first. I promise that Mr. Wei will be able to come out of the Dali Temple safely tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of hundreds of people began to surge.

About half of the people slowly dispersed and stood on both sides of the street.

Some of them were students from other places who were just joining in the fun, and some were students from other academies who were persuaded by the Chief Censor himself.

Whether what he said was true or not would be revealed tomorrow. They had nothing to do with Mr. Wei and were willing to give this upright man one day.

There were about a hundred people left.

They were Wei Xun's disciples and students from Qingfeng Academy.

In front of the crowd, a middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhang, it's not that we don't believe you. Everyone knows what the Dali Temple is. Mr. Wei is old and weak, and he will definitely not be able to withstand the torture of the Dali Temple. Today, we must take him away!"

The Chief Censor wanted to say something else.

A figure walked out of the Dali Temple.

It was a young man with a stern face. He glanced at everyone and said in a cold voice, "You are so brave to incite students, gather people to make trouble, and attack important departments of the court. I will shout dozens of times. Those who leave on their own initiative within ten shouts will not be held accountable. After ten shouts, those who stay here will all be charged with the crime of gathering people to discuss..."

When he finished speaking, many people's faces changed slightly.

No, are the Dali Temple serious?

They are all students of the academy, and all of them are well versed in law.

Whether in Daxia or other countries, anything that involves gathering a crowd will be punished at least three times more severely.

Gathering to drink and making trouble are both serious crimes, and gathering to make trouble and attack the government is an even more serious crime.

They are just students, relying on their status and numbers, as well as the court's traditional attitude of appeasement, so they dare to do this...

If they are really accused of gathering a crowd, the matter will be a big deal.

The young man looked at them and smiled, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..., it's almost time."

As the young man counted down, many people slowly stood up and quietly left the crowd.

"Three, two, one."

As the young man's last voice fell, several more figures rolled and crawled out, and there were less than fifty people sitting quietly at the gate of the Dali Temple.

Facing his threat, these people had firm eyes and no fear on their faces.

The young man did not say another word, but just waved his hand and said lightly, "Catch them."

A group of constables and officers ran out of the Dali Temple and quickly took these people in.

Seeing this, the Chief Censor also showed a helpless look.

The Dali Temple acts according to the law, and the Censorate has no right to intervene.

These students usually force the court to make concessions countless times in this way.

But this time, they chose the wrong person.

The crowd of onlookers was silent, and no one dared to breathe. It was not until these people were arrested that they finally realized that this was the Dali Temple, not the Chang'an County Government.

Even the court couldn't do anything to Li Xuanjing, let alone them?

The young man walked to the door of the Dali Temple, looked back, and said lightly: "What are you all doing standing here, disperse..."

The crowd dispersed.

A group of students left the Dali Temple in all directions, still whispering on the way.

"The Dali Temple is worthy of its reputation..."

"I heard about it in Jiangnan. It seems that those rumors are not false."

"This is just the beginning. You have never seen anything more cruel... Ouch!"

...

A student from Chang'an was about to say something, but before he finished speaking, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground with his butt on the stone slab, in great pain.

He sat up with his hands supporting his body, but felt his hands were wet and slippery. He looked carefully and found that someone had spit a mouthful of old phlegm. He accidentally stepped on it and slipped, and when he stood up, it got on his hands again...

He was originally a germaphobe, and his hair stood on end. He retched on the spot for a long time, climbed up, jumped up, and cursed: "The Dali Temple caught it well, it was a good catch, it's better to catch all these guys who spit everywhere!"

In the Dali Temple.

Li Xuanjing stood at the door of the yamen with his hands behind his back, looking at the students who were neatly lined up and taken to the cell. A trace of imperceptible relief flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At the Song Mansion, Li Nuo stood blankly in the yard, looking at the law code that began to flash portraits inexplicably, feeling shocked and suspicious.

What happened? Was there a bug in the law code?