Zhu Yourong retorted and scolded, shocking the entire audience.
She was originally a gentle and elegant female teacher in the academy. She used to be indifferent and quiet, and lived a straightforward and elegant life.
She is the kind of female teacher who will patiently listen to any student's questions and reply with a smile and a soft voice. She is liked by most students, and they all tend to subconsciously feel that they are the one valued by Mr. Zhu and the most special one.
One, and longing to be close to her, although this may not be the case...
However, from this point we can roughly understand why Zhao Rong was disliked by many male students in schools and colleges.
Because since Zhao Rong came to the school, they suddenly discovered that the most special person in Mr. Zhu's calligraphy class was not them.
Just like when you were a student, you sat in the audience and watched a classmate easily go up to the stage to ask the teacher a question. In the end, the teacher asked him a question and the interaction was intimate...
But saying this does not mean that Zhu Yourong is easy to talk and bully, it is just because she is not serious yet.
And at this time.
Mr. Zhu is serious.
She refused to give up and looked directly at Li Wangque who was being held by Dugu Chanyi:
"Your Majesty Emperor Li, do you know what this 'Mr. Zhang' that you want to protect did before he came to attend this celebration? This evil spirit has done all kinds of evil things, and he did not do anything for the Zen ceremony. Now he is celebrating the grand ceremony.
But he came here to join in the fun."
The gentle and elegant female college teacher in the past has now turned into a strict teacher. Even the powerful emperor at the foot of the mountain has to obey the teacher's instructions and take the teacher's thumb.
Zhu Yourong pointed his finger at Zhang Huizhi, "Your Majesty Emperor Li, does the Empress Dowager know where Mr. Zhao Ziyu, who has devoted himself to organizing the Zen ceremony for you, is now?"
Li Wangque and Dugu Chanyi looked at each other blankly, "Sir, you are saying..."
Zhu Yourong tossed his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, stared at Zhang Huizhi and said word by word: "It was this evil beast who colluded with the thieves and deceived Tzuyu, who trusted him, into his residence on the pretext of drinking. Tzuyu took Miss Qian'er with him
Xin Ran went to the meeting, but was attacked by an old thief who had ambushed him in advance. He was unprepared and found himself in danger..."
The woman took a deep breath and her voice became even colder:
"On the verge of danger, Ziyu helped Miss Qian'er escape, but he... he himself was in a desperate situation... and his whereabouts are still unknown. Now you know why Miss Ling Fei and Miss Qian'er came to this beast to beg for help.
I want a husband."
"I...I..." Zhang Huizhi's lips moved.
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhang Huizhi and spoke righteously, "What are you? You actually have the nerve to stand here and celebrate the Zen ceremony that Tzuyu has worked so hard to organize!? Such a villain, so despicable and shameless, do you deserve to read the book of sages?
I am really ashamed to be a Confucian scholar like you! Take off the Confucian shirt of this saint's disciple! Don't stain my eyes again!"
The more she spoke, the harder it became to suppress her emotions. She raised her jade hand, waved it hatefully, and slapped Zhang Huizhi in the air.
The latter had no power to fight back and spun around in the air for more than ten times before falling hard to the ground.
The Confucian shirt and turban on his body was blown into rags by the "happy wind" beside Zhu Yourong.
He was lying on the ground, his hair disheveled, half of his face was bloated, his mouth was full of blood, his teeth were broken all over the ground, and the only white undershirt he had left on his body was extremely dirty.
He no longer has the image of a neat and rigorous Confucian scholar of the past.
The whole place was silent.
After hearing Mr. Zhu's sonorous and powerful words and Zhang Huizhi's guilty expression, everyone fell silent.
I finally understood the cause of everything that happened today.
Some people were stunned, some were indifferent, some were relieved, some were in disbelief, and some had complicated expressions.
Li Wangque suddenly felt that the jade arm holding his waist had slackened, and he pushed it away, but at this moment, he could no longer care about his mother's reaction.
The young emperor of Dali turned his head in shock and looked at Zhang Huizhi who was trying to get up.
He broke the silence on the field and said with an extremely serious face: "Zhang... Censor, is what this academy gentleman said true? You... betrayed Mr. Zhao who trusted you?"
Zhang Huizhi covered his face that was swollen like a pig's head with both hands, and explained with fear and hope: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, that's not the case. I... I want to leave the country..."
"Zhang Yushi! Zhang Huizhi!" Li Wangque suddenly raised his head and interrupted, shouting loudly, "I ask you, where is my Mr. Zhao?"
"Your Majesty...Sheji...Dali's Sheji..." Zhang Hui's blood rushed to his head anxiously, and his face, which was already swollen like a pig's head, turned red like freshly pulled out pig liver.
Unfortunately, Li Wangque had no intention of listening to his explanation. The young man had already obtained the truth that he had never believed before.
"Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao..."
Li Wangque took a few steps back unsteadily, as if he was unable to lift his head or straighten his back due to the weight of the golden imperial crown on his head.
Before the ceremony in the morning, when Mr. Zhao put it on for him with a smile, he clearly said with confidence that the crown was not heavy.
The young man in the dragon robe looked around and murmured stupidly: "Sir, where are you... Come back, come back soon..."
Zhang Huizhi's body froze in place, staring blankly at Li Wangque looking for the reaction of a certain gentleman. He stared blankly.
He also remembered the young boy who asked him in the Imperial Study Room, ‘The imperial way, the royal way, the overbearing power, the power’… Didn’t His Majesty always tell him that the Great Li Sheji should be put first…
But I don’t know when it started... It must have been that person who came to Hanjing. The Queen Mother took the princes and officials and a hundred thousand people out of the city to greet him. His Majesty went to lead the man’s horse with a look of ignorance and admiration... From that time on
, Li Wangque always suddenly mentioned a certain Mr. Zhao when discussing with him, always... Mr. Zhao said... Mr. Zhao said...
Zhang Huizhi admitted that he was somewhat envious of Zhao Rong.
But... in your Majesty's eyes, isn't the entire country of Dali still less valuable than a foreign gentleman... Even if things now reveal that he has completely lost, he has accepted his fate and accepted his punishment, but all this he, President Zhang, has done is for
The country of Dali.
Using a foreign Confucian scholar destined to leave in exchange for the prosperity of Dali... Don't your majesty and your empress not believe and understand his painstaking efforts?
In the center of the high platform, President Zhang knelt on the ground with weak knees and slowly lowered his head. The remaining light in his eyes gradually extinguished along with the blood-red sunset.
Compared with the embarrassment at the moment, the pain all over his body, the burning pig-headed face, and the stinging dignified eyes from all around...compared with these, Zhang Huizhi felt that the most despairing thing was something called faith and ideal in his heart.
Things are dying.
At this moment, everyone on and off the stage watched Zhang Huizhi with cold eyes.
At this time, beside Li Wangque, who was wiping his eyes with his hand, an unexpected figure suddenly walked out.
Dugu Chanyi ignored the floor-length skirt and strode back to the center of the high platform. With an expressionless face, she directly raised her jade hands.
This precious and precious slender palm is covered with fabric with wide cuffs.
"Snapped!"
A slap that was crisp and powerful even through the cuff fabric.
Dugu Chanyi slammed the left side of the face of the kneeling Confucian scholar in front of him. The latter let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground again, covering his face and coughing blood crazily.
Dugu Chanyi looked coldly at Zhang Huizhi, who was curled up on the floor like a soft-footed shrimp. He casually tore off the right sleeve of his dress and threw it on the ground next to him.
"Traitor. Disgraced."
She originally thought that this conflict might be a misunderstanding, that Zhao Ziyu might have been delayed due to other matters and did not return in time, which led to Zhao Qian'er, Zhao Lingfei and others coming to look for her.
Or maybe Zhao Rong simply deliberately left his wife and concubines at home and went to look for flowers and willows in other places away from the land. The ceremony of enshrining the Zen has just ended, so it is understandable to relax. Not all men are this virtuous, and the flowers at home are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Besides,
The land is also rich in beauties, and it is normal for men to be unable to hold back.
However, what Dugu Chanyi never expected was that Zhang Huizhi would dare to collude with external forces to set a trap for Zhao Rong!
Let’s not mention whether his behavior will implicate Dali and offend the relevant strength of Linlu Academy and Duyou City.
I'm just talking about Dugu Chanyi herself.
It was true that she had been longing for Zhao Ziyu to leave Dali as soon as possible, but Dugu Chanyi was just "avoiding", not "disliked".
She knew in her heart that Zhao Ziyu was the savior of the two orphans and widowed mother.
But for this young Confucian scholar who seemed a little greedy, a little lustful and a little prude, Dugu Chanyi had some complicated emotions in her heart, but she couldn't tell what they were.
Maybe the two of them were tacitly aware of what happened in the Guanghan Palace bathhouse that day, and had a common secret, so the meeting was awkward...
But before, when she heard Que'er mentioning "Mr. Zhao" from time to time, Dugu Chanyi felt a little headache and unhappy.
Why do I feel like... being urged by a child?
No matter what, at least Dugu Chanyi acquiesced and thanked Zhao Rong for his great help to Feng Chan, even though he might have acted for Li Wangque's sake.
So now facing the betrayer, President Zhang, she was ashamed and angry.
"Zhang Huizhi!" Dugu Chanyi asked coldly, "How dare you!?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, and without waiting for Zhang Huizhi's reaction, she turned around and announced: "From this moment on, this shameful traitor is no longer a member of Li Court, and he will be removed from all positions including Dali Censor.
, the descendants of the family will never be hired, and all family members within five servers can be expelled..."
Dugu Chanyi's shocking decision directly declared that Zhang Huizhi and his family's career would be at an end.
Zhang Huizhi's wife and son cried and howled for a while, but to no avail. They were stopped by Mu Jin's subordinate Xian Yue Li Nu and they were not allowed to approach Zhang Huizhi.
No one in the audience had any objections, all civil and military officials agreed.
"As for how to deal with this shameful traitor..." After Dugu Chanyi said this, he turned to look at Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong, who had been watching with cold eyes.
She saluted as the Queen Mother and sincerely apologized:
"...It was the Ai family's failure to control the situation. It was the Ai family's fault that their great benefactor, Mr. Zhao, was killed in front of their eyes. It should not have been done in any way. I just wish I could do it all over again... Your Excellencies, this traitor is at your disposal.
Regarding the search and rescue of Mr. Zhao, if there is anyone from the Aijia and His Majesty who can help, please do so! This will help make up for some of the mistakes."
Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai remained calm and silent, looking at her.
Only Zhu Yourong nodded slightly under the woman's sincere gaze.
Dugu Chanyi sighed softly, turned around immediately, no longer looked at the miserable Zhang Huizhi on the ground, and directly took the hand of the lost little emperor and walked off the stage.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Zhang Huizhi, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to raise his head, coughing blood and crawled towards the departing figures of Dugu Chanyi and Li Wangque.
However, the two men did not turn their heads at all, and the officials in the audience looked at Zhang Huizhi with cold eyes and disgust, and they all looked away, like the god of plague, avoiding him.
Including... the old censor who came forward in the first place.
"Old Censor Cheng." Zhu Yourong suddenly said to the old man in the audience.
When the female gentleman from the academy called his name, the old man, who was also a Confucian scholar, had to reply. He stopped respectfully, raised his hands and answered, "I'm here, old man."
"Are you familiar with the "Dali Regulations"?"
The old censor bowed even more, "It's familiar."
Zhu Yourong did not look at him in the audience, but put his hands behind his back, looked down at Zhang Huizhi, and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, Tzuyu still resigned from the court. According to the law of your court, he persecuted and betrayed his colleagues in the officialdom and deliberately killed people.
, how to deal with it?”
The old censor took one last look at his former colleagues on the stage, closed his eyes for a breath, opened his eyes and nodded:
"Lingchi."
The old man's voice was extremely cold.
Zhang Huizhi's body trembled.
The old censor scolded Zhang Huizhi, feeling ashamed that he had just stood up for the traitor.
The old censor hid his face and retreated.
Zhang Huizhi had stopped crawling forward. He lay on the ground beside the feet of Zhu Yourong, Zhao Lingfei and others, his eyes lifeless.
Zhao Qian'er followed the young lady and watched indifferently what happened in a short period of time.
She glanced at Zhang Huizhi's numb and dull expression, and somewhat understood Mr. Zhu's behavior and the message given by the lady just now.
Zhao Qian'er just couldn't bear the verbosity of Dugu Chanyi and others, so she sent a message to Zhao Lingfei, urging Zhang Huizhi to be interrogated quickly and not to waste any more time.
Although the lady had silently sent a message to her before, saying that Mr. Bai was also here. Although he did not show his true body, he was searching for Zhao Rong non-stop. If there is any news, they would be notified as soon as possible.
But Xiao Qian'er was still impatient. Every time she let the traitor and scumbag in front of her live for one more second, she felt a little guilty towards Brother Rong'er.
However, the lady still stopped her and chose to continue to cooperate with Mr. Zhu.
Thinking of this, Zhao Qianer glanced at the profile of the young lady in front of her who was calmly looking down at the man on the ground...
Zhao Lingfei: "One day when I was taking a nap in the afternoon, Rong'er brother was leaning on my leg and chatting. I asked him on a whim, if it would be like what is said in every story book, and the sweet horse will eventually leave Qingmei, such as empathizing with Tian.
Brother Ronger pretended to be angry and flicked my forehead, but then he still smiled and said to me... First of all, this possibility of error was eliminated, and then he mentioned death...
"Brother Rong'er said that there are three kinds of death for a person, one is social death, one is ideal death, and the other is physical death.
"When almost everyone spurns or forgets him, he dies socially; when the beliefs and ideals he clings to in his heart are all gone, he dies ideally; and when he stops breathing and loses the last trace of heat in his body, he dies physically.
"Most of the time what people in the world call death refers to the third kind of physical death.
"However, for some people, social death and ideal death are more painful than physical death. This is also the meaning of a person's constant existence..."
The lady then paused for a moment and then said softly: "Brother Rong'er said that if one day he really leaves, but as long as you and I live a good life for him and don't forget him, then he will always be by our side."
At this moment, he could not hold back the words that flashed through his mind. Zhao Qian'er lowered her head and pursed her lips.
Zhao Lingfei, who had been quiet all this time, nodded towards Zhu Yourong, who had completely forced Zhang Huizhi to death.
She raised her steps and walked towards Zhang Huizhi.
This tall woman has a purple sword on her shoulder, and purple energy surrounds her body. She stares coldly at the miserable scholar on the ground who has been abandoned by everyone and whose ideals are dead:
"You still have a small chance."
Xiao Qian'er held up a Zhe Lei and walked to Zhang Huizhi's wife and son in a tacit understanding, looking at him indifferently.
He will definitely die, but there is a chance that he will not die completely, for example, leaving behind two close relatives who can remember him.
Zhang Huizhi nodded numbly like a zombie. He lowered his head and took out a well-maintained jade jade from the Siqi scholar.
In addition to being a symbol of scholar status, it is also an exquisite sumeru object.
Zhang Huizhi took out something from the jade biscuits and silently placed it on the ground in front of him.
This is a man's... arm.
On the high platform, the air suddenly solidified.
Solidification in the truest sense.
The first time they saw this severed arm, Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qianer trembled all over.
There was water vapor in the air around them that solidified into ice.
Even Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, who had always been calm, could no longer bear it when they saw his broken arm.
Without waiting for Zhang Huizhi to explain, the three women immediately stepped forward and came to his side.
Zhao Lingfei shook the small purple sword on her shoulder, and a circle of purple mist exploded, covering the three women and Zhang Huizhi who was kneeling on the ground.
Everyone in the audience looked at each other in shock because they had lost sight of the stage.
But the next second.
"Ah ah ah ah ah-!"
A tragic roar belonging to Zhang Huizhi came from the purple mist in the center of the high platform!
This purple mist made no waves at all.
"Noise." Zhao Lingfei's plain voice came.
There is a terrifying murderous intention suppressed in the plainness.
As if he had followed his words, the next second, the purple mist rolled and Zhang Huizhi's howling disappeared.
It's like... the sound is blocked.
"Miss."
Xiao Qian'er's voice came out from the purple mist that made it difficult to see clearly.
"Brother Rong'er's whereabouts are important, don't let him die first, kill him... let me come later."
She said softly.
Zhao Lingfei: "Yeah."
Immediately, Ziwu fell into silence again, and except for Zhang Hui, even the voices of the three women were no longer heard.
Everyone in the audience was extremely curious, but they had no choice but to wait patiently.
It was about half a cup of tea.
In the center of the high platform, the purple mist that had been calm suddenly started to ripple.
The room is filled with purple energy.
Three figures belonging to women walked out of it one after another, but Zhang Huizhi was missing and remained behind in the purple aura.
Each of the three women held a man's arm in their hands.
Three women walked out with three arms.
Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong casually threw their arms on the ground like garbage.
In the purple mist behind him, Zhang Huizhi's weak and painful breathing could be faintly heard.
Only Xiao Qian'er carefully held Brother Rong'er's arm, lowered her head and said nothing...