This was the first time most people had seen the Northern Liang heir in person. If not for the fact that they knew of Ren Tu's identity as the eldest son of the first wife, and that countless Northern Liang scholars had gone to the capital to complain about this person's absurd behavior, they would probably be jealous of him if they met him on the road. Or perhaps they would secretly praise him as a romantic and handsome guy. His appearance was truly unruly. Especially when he wore the five-clawed, nine-serpent patchwork clothes of a vassal prince bestowed upon him by the emperor, he truly looked outstanding. However, this person's misdeeds were too numerous to be recorded. When the previous Emperor passed away, Mount Qing Liang was brightly lit with singing and dancing. The whole city knew about it. Last time when he traveled to Jiangnan, he used a horse to drag a talented scholar to death. He also ordered his retainers to kill on Guangling Road, and blood flowed like a river. After he turned 20, he didn't show any restraint. He didn't have the slightest bit of gentleness, respect, and frugality. It was only said that every day in the Wutongin Beiliang Palace, there were chaste women who committed suicide by jumping into wells. It was only said that in recent years, before the hereditary succession, he had already begun to sell official positions and titles. He sold them according to the weight of the official's hat, and then took them to the brothel to buy music. How could this kind of scholar have the right to carry a sword to the palace? With the jackals and wolves in the way, where were the scholars in the world?
The Confucian scholar, who had always been known as an invincible contestant in the Imperial College, didn't show the slightest bit of fear because of the white-haired man's bravado. He only thought it was funny. This was the capital under the Emperor's feet. How could it allow an empty-bellied foreigner to come here and show off his power? The Confucian scholar took three heavy steps forward again. His scholarly demeanor that didn't fear power was admirable. The ever-thickening formation behind him also took three steps forward. The sound was dull. Those martial artists who only knew how to fight for power in the Spring and Autumn Period sank the land of Shenzhou. We scholars will pull back the land of Shenzhou and raise the five mountains! The Confucian scholar only felt that the righteousness in his chest was about to shoot up to the sky. He raised his arm and pointed at the silent man in white. He said sternly, "The Emperor of Great Qin sat on the peak of the world's power, but he was still controlled by ordinary people. How can I, Liyang, follow in his footsteps? The imperial court respects you, Beiliang, everywhere. When has Beiliang ever respected the imperial court? The Heavenly Calamity is a vile character, allowing him to succeed! "
Beiliang's saber quietly sank an inch into the ground. Hsu Fengnian smiled indifferently and said, "A gentleman should not be so harsh."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was heard clearly by Imperial Dao. A few knowledgeable people immediately looked at him in a new light.
The Confucian scholar sneered, "The word 'gentleman' coming out of your mouth is the biggest joke in the world. Hsu Fengnian, since you're unwilling to answer my two questions, I'll ask you again. Do you want to know the crimes you've committed in Beiliang over the years? "
As expected, the nearly ten thousand students of the Imperial College saw that this fellow was speechless. They didn't dare to say anything, let alone have the courage to refute.
Jin Lanting lifted the carriage's curtain, the corners of his lips curling into a cold smile. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Even you, Hsu Fengnian, have a day like this. Back then in Beiliang, you made me suffer such humiliation, so you deserve to be despised by tens of thousands of people! When I enter the Imperial College, I'm going to make you, Hsu Fengnian, and Xu Xiao, father and son, have their names tarnished in the history books, going down in infamy for thousands of years! In the future, when I, Third Young Master Jin, also have students all over the court like Grand Secretary Zhang, when I go write history books, I'll definitely make you two into traitors!
Old Master Huan Wen wasn't tall, so he could only pick up a stone stool to stand on and stretch his neck to look over. No one would think that this old man was rejoicing in other people's misfortune. They only felt that Chancellor Huan was just as witty and wise as before. Even the students of the Imperial College who had just entered the Imperial College looked down on that Beiliang heir, feeling that they were a cut above him. Why would Tantanon and Huan Wen need to be concerned? However, looking at Old Master Huan's smiling face, outsiders didn't know what this old man, who had been in the officialdom for a long time, was truly thinking.
Beiliang's blade had already sunk three cun into the ground. Hsu Fengnian's hands were only holding the blade's hilt.
The Confucian scholar seemed to have received help from the heavens. Even though he was still a scholar without the status of an official, his aura was astonishing. He continued forward until he was less than a hundred steps away from that Beiliang heir. Just as he was about to speak again about the teachings of the saints and the words of morality, he didn't expect that the white-haired heir, who was pretending to be deaf and mute, would actually take the initiative to speak up. "I'm afraid the nail won't go deep, I'm afraid the nail won't come out."
Most of the students of the Imperial College were smart people who were good at speaking tactfully. As soon as they heard this, they knew that he was mocking the imperial court for getting rid of Beiliang after it had outlived its usefulness. Hsu Fengnian continued calmly, "I only know that during the Spring and Autumn Period, more than 300,000 soldiers under Xu Xiao's command died on the battlefield. During the Jiahe Period, more than 100,000 soldiers died on the battlefield. In the following ten years, more than 80,000 soldiers died on the battlefield. It's fine if you scold me, Hsu Fengnian, for having no talent, no virtue, no morals, and no ambition. But have you ever remembered where the bones of these 500,000 people were buried? There are tens of thousands of scholars in the Imperial College, all year round, they sing praises of peace and prosperity. Have you ever written a eulogy for 500,000 people? "
The Confucian scholar's face flushed red. He angrily said, "500,000 people sacrificed their lives for the country. They died a worthy death. What does that have to do with you, Hsu Fengnian?"
Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "I will guard the northwest for the Central Plains. Outside of Beiliang's three prefectures, I will not suffer the calamity of Beiliang's million-strong Iron Cavalry."
The Confucian scholar was about to criticize him when Hsu Fengnian had already lightly pulled out Beiliang's blade.
Borrowing the anger of ten thousand people to nurture the intent of one blade.
In an instant, the Imperial Path tore through two hundred zhang.
In the middle of the Imperial Path, people and horses were thrown off their feet. It was very lively. Many Imperial College students climbed out of the gully with difficulty, cursing and swearing loudly.
Hsu Fengnian hung his cold blade and slowly advanced along the edge of the gully that had been cleaved open with one strike of his blade.
Passing by the trembling Confucian scholar, Hsu Fengnian did not look sideways. He only smiled gently and said, "Whether or not I killed the Fifth Raccoon, you can ask yourself when you're dead."
The Confucian scholar's lips turned purple as he sat down on the ground.
Inside the carriage, Jin Lanting seemed to see the Crown Prince of Beiliang glancing at him coldly. He was so scared that his wrist trembled and he threw down the curtain.
The Right Chancellor of the Imperial College's face was pale. He put on a strong front and said, "Hsu Fengnian, the achievements that I, Jin Lanting, have today have nothing to do with you! Don't think that you can be so arrogant because of your strength! "
Huan Wen, who was standing on the stone stool, rubbed his cheeks and muttered to himself, "Although there are ten thousand people, I will still go forward. It's not that a Confucian scholar has surpassed a Confucian scholar. What a good 'guarding the northwest, only guarding the country's gate for the people.' "
Passing through the ten thousand Imperial College students without any obstruction, the white-clothed, white-haired man stepped into the front of the carriage. This Crown Prince of Beiliang, who had bowed for a long time in front of the six hundred Beiliang soldiers and refused to stand up, turned around to face the ten thousand people of the Imperial College in front of everyone's eyes and spat heavily.
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