"Do you want to rebel? The nine clans don't need to be implicated."

Mao Wenlong was tortured by Mao Wenlong in the Imperial College. Every day, Mao Xiang, who either pulled the bow and shot archery or ran with weight, pinching his arms, asked Wu Zhongqi in a low voice.

Wu Zhongqi said: "What kind of rebellion does it have? Although the nine tribes do not need to be implicated, they have to be exiled. If you exile to a bitter and cold place, you will be eaten by half by wild animals first, and the remaining half will live a life worse than pigs and dogs. It is better to be killed. What's even more terrifying is that once the nine tribes take root there in the future, even the famous families will eventually become rural wild households!"

"But these days are really unbearable. Even studying in the Imperial College is tortured like this!"

Mao Xiang couldn't help but say, and said, "Now Brother Rubi is exiled to a bitter and cold place outside the border, I really don't know if they can survive."

"It is certain that people die in a foreign land. The days of bleak wind and rain are not something that people can live. The court is now changing its rules. Let us civil servants go to the bitter and cold places to educate the barbarians. In the name of this, we must practice our own ideas, use the teachings of saints to assimilate the barbarians, and open up peace for the people of the world. I am afraid there will be many such things in the future, so I should be more cautious."

Wu Zhongqi said.

"Ah! I guess the imperial court opened its territory to deal with us scholars, forcing us to go to these bitter and cold places, and said so well."

Mao Xiang couldn't help but clench his fists and said.

"Collection! What are you chatting about? Now I will add a labor class temporarily, and collectively replace sanitation workers to clean Xuanwumenwai Street and Chongwenmenwai Street. All the students of the Imperial College follow me. You have students of the Imperial College humiliated sanitation workers on Xuanwumenwai Street. Your Majesty issued an edict to severely denounce the lack of education in the Imperial College and ask all teachers and students of the Imperial College to take this labor class to punish me!"

Mao Wenlong came over at this time and shouted to Mao Xiang and Wu Zhongqi and other Imperial Supervisors.

"Labor class? What does other Imperial College Supervisors humiliate sanitation workers have to do with us? Your Majesty deals with injustice in this way!"

Mao Xiang couldn't help but complain.

"Let's go, fortunately, I just took labor classes in the capital, and we didn't let us go to the frontier to take labor classes. Now the court has changed the Regulations on Criminal Questioning. As long as they are Han people, no matter what kind of low-profession people are, they are equally noble. On the contrary, some Gentile nobles are not as good as some Han people's untouchables! The higher the degree of sinicization, the more they should be treated preferentially by the court."

Mao Xiang stood up first.

"It was not like this before. In terms of the degree of sinicization, it should be about bloodline and cultural literacy. Why should I be a member of the Wu family from several generations of officials? Why should I be a commoner who has been a farmer for many generations? Why should he be treated the same as the Wu family as the Wu family? In addition, why should the untouchables in my country be nobler than the descendants of the golden family and the descendants of the shogun?"

Wu Zhongqi said.

"This is not because my Ming Dynasty royal family came from the bandits, otherwise, if we talk about bloodline, what qualifications are he qualified to be a nobleman in the world after the bandits of Fengyang?"

Mao Xiang started to sneer as he said that.

"That's right! Therefore, this dynasty never paid any attention to bloodline, and it was not even as good as the country of Taixi! Western familials still talk about bloodlines and do not marry untouchables. On the contrary, my Chinese king is inappropriate. Every time I choose a concubine, only the daughter of untouchables. Therefore, most of the kings they produce are incompetent!"

Wu Zhongqi echoed.

Mao Xiang nodded and said, "Especially, this person is harsh and merciless to scholars. Now he asks us scholars to do untouchables, and he calls it a labor class! Is this class? This is clearly an insult, a naked insult! And the nobles of the foreign captives were also insulted by them. I heard that many nobles of the Tatar Korchin tribe are still serving in the Daning area and are tortured to death every day."

"Ah, the country is no longer a country, and the literature is no longer a culture. Where is the sun? It is so difficult for us to find light."

After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he sighed again.

However, no matter how dissatisfied Mao Xiang and other Imperial College students were dissatisfied, they could only take the broom obediently and come to the street outside Xuanwu Gate, wearing a blue shirt of Confucian scarf, sweeping the street in front of everyone.

It is already midsummer now, and although the capital is in the north, it is still a bit hot.

So, not long after, Mao Xiang and others felt very uncomfortable and started sweating profusely.

As a result, these Imperial College students became even more dissatisfied.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

But at this moment, the Japanese happened to be galloping in a carriage, and the driver in front of the carriage was still shouting loudly at the people along the way.

But at this time, a Han man called Tang Youshan was coming from the opposite side in a carriage.

The carriage that the Japanese were riding had to stop immediately.

Then, the Japanese coachman and the two warriors in the car jumped out of the car and came to Tang Youshan.

Then, the two warriors pulled Tang Youshan off the carriage.

Tang Youshan didn't know what was going on, but the Japanese coachman slapped Tang Youshan, then said "Baga", and then scolded and asked, "Why don't you let go!"

Tang Youshan couldn't help but cover his face: "No, I didn't have time to react."

"Baga!"

The coachman slapped again and cursed.

Then, the people from the Five City Military Command came, and the commander Xue He first pulled the Japanese coachman over and asked, "Who told you to do this here? Do you know the rules? I have led my brothers to chase them all the way. You can stop."

Seeing that it was the official, the Japanese coachman started to nod and admit his mistake.

"The car is detained, and then come to the Five City Military and Ma Siya Office to get it."

Seeing this, Xue He did not make things difficult for the coachman, so he just started to deal with it according to the rules.

But at this time, the Japanese became anxious and shouted in broken Chinese: "Sorry, we have urgent matters to do, can we not deliver the car?"

"No, the court's laws cannot be violated. The speeding carriages in the inner city must be seized, and then the carriages will be redeemed with money."

Xue He replied.

"Okay! They are foreign guests, so please treat them politely!"

At this time, Mao Xiang shouted.

"That's right!"

Wu Zhongqi also agreed, then bowed to the gorgeously dressed young Japanese man and asked, "Yes, yourselves."

"My father is the daimyo of Satsuma..."

The Japanese replied.

When Mao Xiang thought of his previous talk about bloodline with Wu Zhongqi, he couldn't help but say: "This is a Japanese nobleman, and he should be treated even more politely."

Xue He looked at Mao Xiang and others: "What are you guys doing? Is there any part of your talking here?"

"Why don't you? You should care about family, state and everything in the world."

Mao Xiang replied.

"What happened."

At this time, the city censor Zhang Sizhi came in a sedan chair and got out of the sedan chair and asked.

At this time, Mao Xiang walked forward quickly and explained the story to Zhang Sizhi.

Wu Zhongqi was unwilling to miss such an opportunity to curry favor with the bureaucrats, and followed and agreed, "Yes, the Japanese man who was stopped by the car by this man was the prince of the Satsuma clan, the noble son of the Japanese man. He should be treated well according to courtesy, but Commander Xue insisted on seizing his car, and asked Mr. Feng to take a clear look."

Zhang Sizhi glanced at Tang Youshan and saw that he could still get on the car, he knew that his family might be well. Now that he had a dispute, he only covered his face and looked panicked. He was sure that this person had no background and should be honest, so he became tempted to blackmail his money. In addition, he also intended to protect the obviously richer son of Daming of Japan and scolded Commander Xue:

"Didn't this official say that if the other person commits a crime, you will not arrest him. If you can avoid offending him, you will not offend him. At most, you will be reminded. What should I do if the matter is a big deal? Are you going to clean up?"

The Five City Military and Horses were controlled by the Censor of the City Inspection.

Therefore, Xue He was the subordinate of the Censor Zhang, so he had to reply: "Yes!"

"Give the car back to this Japanese young man, and take down this troublemaker!"

Zhang Sizhi pointed at Tang Youshan as he said this.

Tang Youshan couldn't help but be shocked: "Official, Xiaomin, Xiaomin did not make any mistakes?"

"Who asked you to ride a carriage here? You are a pariah, what qualifications are you to ride a car in this inner city? Even if you see a carriage outside, why don't you avoid it?"

Zhang Sizhi asked and ordered, "Take it away! Detain the carriage!"

"yes!"

Xue He had no choice but to let someone take Tang Youshan away.

Tang Youshan had to keep shouting about wronged.

Mao Xiang hurriedly bowed and said, "The official is wise!"
Chapter completed!