Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

The road was blocked yesterday, no one was watching, and everyone seemed to have been exhausted.

Now seeing a large number of people rushing in, they were instantly revived on the spot, cheering up and throwing themselves into the battle.

Let the common people see what is a literati festival!

The common people crowded to the cordon, pointing and talking in low voices, their faces full of disdain and anger.

While those sit-in demonstrators tried their best to cheer up, but they could no longer concentrate.

In the noisy din, it was impossible to hear what was being discussed.

But it doesn't matter, as long as they are discussing, it shows that their meditation is effective!

Among the crowd, a man dressed as a scribe held the newspaper tightly in his hand, his face full of anxiety.

I want to shout for a reminder, but there is a distance of ten meters, and the scene is extremely noisy, so I can't hear clearly.

Someone gritted his teeth and crumpled up the newspaper and threw it in.

Immediately, the patrolling guards caught the newspaper and stuffed it into their clothes.

With the spread of the news, the gathered crowd of onlookers had three floors and three floors outside, and it is roughly estimated that there are no less than a thousand people!

Qin Xuan looked at the bustling crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

He said lightly, "Let's get started!"

"Yes!"

Tao Fang took the order and immediately went down to make arrangements.

quickly

Whoosh~!

An egg accurately hit the head of a Confucian scholar outside.

Immediately, the viscous egg liquid slid down the bun and stained the clothes.

"Smash them to death!"

"They don't let the people live a stable life for their own benefit!"

"Confucian scholars have wronged the country!"

"We want peace!"

"..."

All of a sudden, all kinds of insults can be heard endlessly.

The effect of overnight fermentation appeared.

With someone taking the lead, others also cursed angrily.

Eggs and rotten vegetable leaves fell one after another, and the Confucian scholars who were demonstrating were covered in egg liquid and rotten vegetable leaves.

Out of the crowd of onlookers, ten vegetable pickers happened to come, and the baskets on both sides were filled with yellow and smelly rotten vegetable leaves.

I don't know if the ground was slippery, but ten people fell down at the same time by coincidence, and the rotten vegetable leaves were scattered all over the ground.

Immediately, someone in the crowd shouted: "There are vegetables over there, everyone, pick them up and smash them!"

Immediately, the angry crowd picked up the rotten leaves and threw them like Confucian scholars.

Not only did the ten pickers not stop the looting, but they enthusiastically picked them up and distributed them.

All of a sudden, the crowd in the academy cursed wildly as if they were going crazy, and threw all kinds of vegetables and eggs over.

If the stones on the ground hadn't been cleaned up one day in advance, those Confucian scholars would probably have a bloody head!

How can the common people not be angry if they want to return Daqin to the situation during the war for their own self-interest!

Throwing rotten vegetables and leaves is light. If it weren't for the doubled number of guards, the common people would have rushed to tear all these hateful scribes into pieces!

Li Si and Zhao Gao stood on the steps, their eyelids twitching wildly.

Cautiously glanced at the indifferent instigator, and made an evaluation in his heart.

"A ruthless man!"

Chapter 87

Li Si has read poetry and books well, and knows the importance of fame to scholars.

Even, for the sake of fame, you can even give up your life!

That's why Qin Xuan was so angry.

Killing traitors and sycophants, on the side of the Qing emperor, is an infamy that has been passed down through the ages.

Literati don't use knives to kill, but they are more ruthless than using knives.

Killing a person, will his notoriety spread through the ages, and he will be scolded by future generations!

Qin Xuan looked at the panic-stricken Confucian scholars below, and felt very calm.

He was just an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye!