Not far from the Imperial College, there is a Desheng Teahouse, which has always been a place for scholars to rest. Today, Liu Jin came here in regular clothes and brought a few people in regular clothes.

Instead of going to the teahouse upstairs, he sat down in a room on the first floor, leaning against a window.

Liu Jin ordered pastries and tea. When the friend brought the tea, he stretched out his fair hand and started eating tea leisurely.

If you look closely, you will find a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile is a little unrecognizable.

At this moment, a man dressed in a scholar came forward, came to him, and whispered a few words: "I just sent an urgent report from the Saint Carriage. We have kidnapped it. It was a letter from Mr. Yang."

Liu Jinshun said lightly: "Cooking is clean."

"Yes." The man said, and hurriedly left.

At this time, it was already bright, and many scholars came one after another, and some regular customers even greeted each other.

When scholars are together, they can’t help but talk about recent current events, so the crowds are soon filled with people.

After drinking hot tea, a scholar seemed indignant and said, "The Southern people shed horses really hurt people. Your Majesty..."

With him on the way, many people couldn't help but talk.

Speaking of the Southern people's horse herding, it has indeed hindered the interests of many people.

Now many tenants are no longer interested in farming, which has a great hindrance to many gentry families. Although there are not many young and strong people who have left the seclusion now, after all, many people are afraid that in the future, the people who have left the seclusion will grow like snowballs. The gentry and scholars will not be separated. At this time, someone started to start and shouted and scolded a lot.

Liu Jin continued to sit in front of the teahouse, just quietly holding the tea cup, gently blowing the tea foam, holding the orchid fingers in his hand, and pinching the tea lid.

He listened to these many comments with a smile and said nothing.

When the criticism started and the readers were talking endlessly, suddenly, his hand relaxed slightly, and the teacup in his hand hit the ground with a bang. The teacup was already cracking, and the tea and tea leaves inside fell all over the ground wet.

At this time, Liu Jin had already grown up and walked slowly out.

Such a big noise attracted many people to look at him. When Liu Jin walked out of the teahouse, suddenly, countless Jinyiwei swarmed into the teahouse, and some plainclothes Dongchang men in the teahouse also shouted and rushed up.

Several students were suddenly attacked and restrained. They immediately called out loud: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

A man wearing a Confucian shirt walked up coldly, took out an iron sign from his sleeve, threw it on the tea table with a clang, and then said with a grim smile: "The experts in the factory are doing business, checking the evil words, and you are irrelevant to the government affairs and slandering the ministers' reputation. You really don't know how to live or die. Everyone comes to take down."

A scholar shouted: "My father is the Ministry of Revenue..."

Pa, the scholar was slapped hard on the face before he finished speaking.

The man who beat him was the man wearing a Confucian shirt, and then smiled sinisterly and said, "I can't save you even if I can."

The scholar was beaten to the point where his teeth flew out, and a mouthful of blood was also spurted out.

Dozens of students were all taken out.

At this time, Liu Jin outside had already gotten into the crane carriage and leaned comfortably on the car. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be dozing. The man in the lead rushed over panting.

He was just fierce in front of the scholar, but when he arrived in front of Liu Jin, the man was as gentle as a kitten. He said with a flattering look: "Dadfather-in-law, the matter is done."

Liu Jin nodded just: "Go."

After saying that, Liu Jin leaned comfortably on the sofa again, raised his legs, and a few smug smiles appeared on his lips.

There is a good show...

The stitch was stuttering and said, "Dadfather-in-law, why do you need to make such a big fuss in order to get a few students?"

Liu Jin said lightly: "Xiang Zhuang dances the sword intent with Pei Gong. Have you heard of this sentence?"

Before Liu Jin could respond at that time, he had already put down the curtain of the carriage, and the carriage slowly left.

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The Holy Driving finally arrived at Chaoyang Gate.

Looking at the towering capital, Zhu Houzhao was filled with thoughts. At this time, he had to put away his willfulness and obediently sat back into the crane cart. Then, surrounded by the brigade of guards, he decisively headed towards the Ming Gate.

Someone had already reported to the palace, but in fact, at this time, Li Dongyang received the news first in the cabinet.

Finally found His Majesty, which made him feel overjoyed, but the retribution was really late, which made him feel strange.

Logically speaking, news should have come a few days ago. Even if others don’t come, shouldn’t Yang Tinghe send someone to compile a letter?

However, the previous report to the cabinet was not disclosed at all, and there was no private information.

No matter how he thought, he felt strange, but now His Majesty has entered the capital and is about to return to the palace soon. Although he feels something is wrong, he has no time to care about anything else at this time.

Li Dongyang was about to go to Daming Gate to welcome the army, but an official from the Tongzheng Department rushed over and said anxiously: "No, no more."

Li Dongyang's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. In fact, since he received the news that His Majesty had entered Chaoyang Gate, he had always felt something was wrong. Now he heard the word "bad" and made his ignorant premonition even worse.

Before Li Dongyang could ask, the official continued: "Report to Mr. Li, Hanlin editor Yang Shen took a group of people to the outside of the Daming Gate to cry."

As soon as Li Dongyang's pupils contracted, he was a very calm person, but now his face darkened and his voice was less calm. He said, "He is fine, why are he going to cry? Is he crazy?"

The official hurriedly said: "It was said that the factory guards took several scholars yesterday, and they were punished for the crime of confusing the public. The Imperial College was already in a state of excitement today, saying that it was involved in Ma Zheng. When editor Yang heard the news, he was indignant and took the lead to run to Daming Gate, wanting to cry to blame Empress Xia, the prince, the life rescuer, and requesting the dethronement of Ma Zheng."

Li Dongyang took a breath of cold air, and his eyes couldn't help but become deeper.

He finally knew something was wrong.

Since Your Majesty has found it, it is logical that news has been heard from Beijing, but a few days ago, Your Majesty did not appear at all. It seems that the news was deliberately blocked. Who would be the person who has the ability to block the news?
Chapter completed!