Outside, countless students were shouting in unison.
When the prison guards saw how big the matter was, they couldn't help but said angrily: "Let them all disperse. What's the point of gathering here?"
Mr. Zhang said bluntly: "Are our students not even able to redress their grievances when they are bullied?"
The prison guard was furious and stamped his feet: "What do you know? This is a strategy against friendly countries. They are foreigners. Can you not embarrass yourself in front of others?"
After finishing speaking, he pointed at Mr. Zhang’s forehead and said: “If you don’t leave, I will remove you from your post. How dare you negotiate terms with me here? Who do you think you are!”
Mr. Zhang directly took off the futou on his head and said coldly: "If you don't do it, I won't do it, but today I have to give an explanation."
The prison guard was stunned for a moment.
The teachers at the Imperial College all had official positions in the Ministry of Rites.
I didn't expect that Mr. Zhang would be so magnanimous and would give up as soon as he said he would.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
"Let me see who it is. Do you want us to give an explanation?" came an arrogant voice from outside.
A young man wearing a yellow satin brocade came in. He was broad and fat, and was followed by five or six young people with the same arrogance on their faces.
Seeing the young man in yellow come in, the jailer's face immediately showed a flattering expression.
"Prince Ruijun, you are here." The supervisor stepped forward and whispered.
Everyone around fell silent.
They recognized the young man in yellow clothes in front of them, named Zhou Teng.
King Zhao Tong of Qi gave up his surname Zhao and joined the Zhou family, who were also promoted to the royal family.
Zhou Teng was originally a relative of the Zhou family, but he suddenly became the county king of the Qi Dynasty, with unlimited glory.
The land of the Qi Dynasty was limited, and Zhou Teng only owned the fiefdom of one county, but his status was quite high. He ran rampant in the Imperial Academy and no one dared to control him.
Behind Zhou Teng, there were several descendants of the Tang Dynasty.
These people all had mocking smiles on their faces, pointing at Wen Liang from time to time, and letting out wild laughter from their mouths.
Zhou Teng snorted coldly: "I heard that someone wants to sue my friend from the Tang Dynasty. What is going on?"
The prisoner smiled and said: "It's just some children's play, there is no need for Your Highness to worry about it."
After saying that, the prisoner stood up, pointed at Mr. Zhang and said, "Get out of here, don't get in the way."
"Wait a minute!"
Zhou Teng looked Mr. Zhang up and down and said: "As a teacher, you have to distinguish right from wrong. We are obviously helping Wen Liang and letting him know how much he weighs. If you don't appreciate us, forget it, why are you suing us?"
He looked innocent, as if Mr. Zhang and Wen Liang were the ones who did something wrong.
Many students were trembling with anger, but due to Zhou Teng's status as Prince Zhou Teng, they still did not dare to get angry.
Mr. Zhang looked calmly, patted Wen Liang on the back and said, "Who hit you?"
Wen Liang trembled all over and felt a little afraid for a moment.
Mr. Zhang said loudly: "If you continue to be so afraid, no one will ever stand up for you. If you don't help yourself, how can you expect others!"
Wen Liang's body trembled, and he raised his head and stared at several young people from Tang Tianchao with angry eyes: "They all took action before, and it was him who stole my marrow-cleansing pill."
"The man hit me on the forehead with a brick and punched me in the ribs with his fist."
"The man kicked me to the ground, then... took off his pants and peed on me!"
At this point, Wen Liang was already crying.
There was a commotion outside the door, and all the students were extremely angry. They did not expect that their classmates would be bullied to this extent by several foreigners.