In front of the Confucius Temple surrounded by fireworks, a strange scene appeared. Dozens of officials were escorted by the Han generals, and they lay righteously on the bench that had been prepared. Tongzhi, the commander of the Beizhen Fushi, smiled and reported to the officials: "My lords, the officials are also following the orders, don't blame me."

The ministers lying on the bench looked calm, and some people even echoed: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Then the commander Tongzhi shouted at the hundreds of great generals: "What are you doing in a daze? I'll punish you all."

"Papa..." The Han generals raised their water and fire sticks high and hit the officials' butts hard. The beaten ministers gritted their teeth and did not say anything. However, these Han generals were not stupid. They knew that these ministers were all high-ranking officials. Although pinching their fingers could make him crushed to pieces, although the water and fire sticks fell down extremely fiercely, they lost their strength when they reached their butts. Although they could not help but have a burst of pain, their butts were also covered in blood and skin trauma. After they went home and applied the medicine, they could still jump around the next day.

At this time, more and more people were watching. Most of the scholars or gentry who could come to worship Confucius were scholars or gentry. A few sharp-eyed ones were already talking in a low voice: "Look, isn't the third one on the left, Mr. Yang, the senior secretary of the Intermediate Palace? And the one on the right, it seems to be Mr. Zhao, the Minister of Personnel..."

Someone shook his head with a worried face and sighed: "Oh, these are all ministers with high reputation in the court. The emperor humiliated them so much, but before this Confucius Temple, it was...ah!"

A well-informed man raised his voice and said, "I heard that these ministers impeached the treacherous minister Zhou Mubai, and the emperor was furious...

"Which Zhou Mubai? But that flatterer?" A student with a irritable personality asked disdainfully.

"Who else except that flatterer?"

"Why can that guy have any skills besides being flattering? A remote scholar was able to enter the cabinet. He has never seen such absurd thing in the past three hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty." The students were very dissatisfied.

"What's the use of saying this? Who has the golden sore medicine to treat adults' injuries?" An older Burmese squire said that due to the long-term influence of Central Plains culture, the nobles of the Burmese Kingdom also had a deep study of Confucius and Mencius's teachings, and admired Confucius and Qingliu.

"My family has a good place in Yunnan Baiyao. Let's go back and get it." Someone ran away.

After the stick was finished, the Tongzhi of the Jinyiwei took the Han generals and left. All the gentry rushed up. They applied medicine to these clear streamers, gave water, and persuaded and comforted them. They were admiring and admired. For a moment, the adults who were originally solemn and solemn and had no regard for their bloody butts. Since ancient times, military generals have loved money and civil officials cherished their reputation. Although the military generals are now promoted under the rule of the New First Emperor, the tradition of civil officials in the Ming Dynasty loves names. Facing the admiring eyes of the gentry, the civil officials in the butts feel a lot of straightening their waists. But after all, they are injured. For this butt, they have to lie on the bench and wait for their family to carry them back.

"Mr. Wang directly advised the offender. True righteous men are like Gan and Wei Zheng. He asked the mansion to send a glass of good rice wine to express his feelings." A Burmese gentleman respectfully raised his thumbs to the official lying on the bench. The servant beside him brought a tray. There was a pot and a cup on the tray.

The Lord of the Land King was praised as the head of the Ministry of Rites. At this time, he heard the Burmese gentleman's strange accent and felt that it was friendly. A flower had already laughed out loud on his face. He hurriedly said, "Eat the king's fortune, and be loyal to the king. This is where the official responsibilities are. Even if it is a sword, a sea of ​​fire, he will be advised."

Lord Wang's voice was loud, which immediately caused Zhou Pan to cheer. Lord Wang turned his body and took the wine glass in the tray with one hand. At this time, someone said, "You can't drink it. The wine is a product. You are injured. If you drink this wine, you may have an injury..."

At this point, the Burmese gentleman blushed. He had no malice. He didn't expect this layer. He hurriedly said, "I'm confused. He's extremely rude and extremely rude. Sir, please don't drink it."

Lord Wang looked determined, let alone a glass of wine, he would drink even a glass of poison at this time. It is said that the three pleasures of men are promotion, wealth, and death of their wives, but for Qingliu, there would be no glory as today. Lord Wang drank the wine in one breath and said with a sigh: "Sir, I have good intentions. How can I refuse me?"

"Tsk tsk... Lord Wang is so bold, it's no wonder that he can directly advise and accept advice." There were another cheers beside Lord Wang.

Lord Wang's face was flushed. He was very proud. At this time, he saw a scholar holding a paper and pen rushing over, squatting beside the bench and bowing to Lord Wang: "Sir, the young student is the pen letter of the Chengzhu Academy's residence newspaper. Our official newspaper wants to write an article by Lord Wang. I want to ask. At that time, the adults knew that Zhou Mubai was very happy to please the emperor, weren't they afraid that the emperor was furious when the joint letter was announced?"

Lord Wang coughed and said righteously: "A villain like Zhou Mubai, who can only flatter the emperor, will be punished by scholars in the world. He is not talented. He was a Jinshi in the 13th year of Chongzhen and entered the Hanlin editor in the first year of Hongguang. In the third year of Yongli, he became the head of the Ministry of Rites until today. He has been deeply grateful to the emperor and has never thought about his own selfish interests. He has never thought about the consequences, only death."

"Mr. Wang said it well." Bi Shishi applauded loudly and simply wrote down Lord Wang's words.

On the other hand, Lan Tianyu, the culprit who wrote the memorial in this sticking incident, interviewed him with a pen letter from the Donglin Academy Newspaper. He endured the severe pain on his buttocks and said with gale: "It is better to go home to sell sweet potatoes than to be an official or a people. Zhou Mubai will harm the country and the people. This official is irreconcilable to him. Even if the emperor wants to search the house and behead him, Lan will still be there and fight him to the end."

"Okay!" Countless gentry and scholars applauded, Zhou Mubai was really not very good in the eyes of scholars.

"Mr. Lan is so bold." Another man's pen letter came out from somewhere and sarcastically said: "I'm the one who is Xinxue Man's pen letter. How dare I ask Lord Lan how he determined that Master Zhou has harmed the country and the people? Since he has not been determined, why should he impeach Lord Zhou with false charges? Isn't this a frame-up and accusation? According to Xiaosheng, Lord Lan is just a deceiving person who cheats the world and steals his reputation."

Lan Tianyu couldn't help but feel silent. At this time, someone shouted: "This Xin Xue Mansion reported that Zhou Mubai was sending the microphone. This group of dog legs was so hateful that they dared to show up in front of the temple gate of Saint Kong."

"Fight!" Several young and energetic scholars from Donglin Xue could no longer hold back and rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward and punched.

The poor Xinxue Di Daily (Reporter) was alone in order to find a better news material. He was surrounded by the aggressive Donglin, Cheng and Zhuxue scholars and squire, and was beaten up.

If you are in the world, how can you not be stabbed?
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