Early in the morning, Meton walked into the Imperial College with the first ray of sunlight.
During this period of time, in order to draw the portrait of the Lingyan Pavilion, Modun had taken the opportunity to take a lot of leave, causing Qin Huaiyu and the others to be extremely jealous. Even Modun felt that he had missed too many classes. If he said that he didn't come, Kong Yingda would probably flip out!
Therefore, after drawing the portrait of Duke Yunjie, Yin Kaishan, Meton automatically thought that his task was completed and consciously came to the Imperial College. As for the portraits of the three families, whoever wanted to draw them could draw them. Meton wasn't so magnanimous as to visit them personally after being humiliated.
As soon as Meton entered, he noticed the strange gazes around him. Whether it was the guards or the students passing by, they all looked at Meton with complicated gazes.
It was clear that the news of Moton being rejected three times and Duke Yunjie's widow fainting from anger had already spread throughout the Imperial College under the purposeful efforts of some people.
Meton's lips curled into a mocking smile. He ignored the strange gazes around him and walked towards the third classroom.
"Prime Minister Du is a role model for us Imperial College students. Mo Jiazi actually used his reputation to fish for fame! It was truly hateful! I, Xiong Maolin, am ashamed to be in the same class as someone who chases after fame and fortune by hook or by crook. "
In the third classroom, Xiong Maolin's face was full of righteousness as he passionately reprimanded Meton. When he saw that Meton was in trouble this time, he couldn't wait to jump out.
"Not only that! He still didn't give up. After being rejected by Duke Jiang and Duke Zou, he even extended his evil claws to Duke Yunjie's Mansion. He bullied a widow and orphan and made Duke Yunjie's widow faint from anger! We are ashamed to be in the same class as someone who has lost his mind. "
Wang Ling added fuel to the fire. He was a student of the first classroom, but he went to the third classroom to slander Meton.
Meton now had two amulets. One was his identity as a Marquis, and the other was his identity as a student of the Imperial College. Zhangsun Chong's plan was not only to attack Meton in the imperial court, but also to attack the Imperial College. He wanted to completely ruin Meton's reputation so that he would never be able to recover.
He immediately clicked with the Wang Clan's father and son, resulting in today's scene.
"Meton himself isn't in the wrong. He was just following orders. Visiting and painting is his mission. It can't be considered as fishing for fame and tarnishing Prime Minister Du's reputation!" Kong Huisuo frowned and retorted.
"Why not? Where was Meton four years ago? He was probably still living in the Mo Family Village! Not to mention the Duke of Yun. Meton's painting skills are amazing, but he can't draw a person he has never seen before out of thin air! "Wang Ling wantonly slandered Meton. In his opinion, Meton wouldn't be able to recover after offending four Duke's Houses.
Kong Huisuo and the others couldn't help but feel angry. They wanted to refute Meton, but they didn't have the confidence to do so.
"Is that so? How do you know I can't draw it! "A voice sounded behind them.
"Meton!" Kong Huisuo and the others were surprised to see Meton.
"Are you alright?" Zu Mingjun hurriedly asked.
"I'm fine!" Meton gave him a reassuring look.
"Meton, you still dare to come to the Imperial College! It's fine if you're unlucky, but you even implicated the Imperial College's reputation! You're crazy! "Wang Ling reprimanded sternly.
"Meton, we've already reported this to the Chancellor. If you still have any sense of shame, then pack up and leave!" Xiong Maolin's vile character was exposed. Originally, when he saw Meton, he admitted defeat. Now that he thought he had the upper hand, he immediately turned hostile.
"Is that so? Unfortunately, I've already drawn the portrait of Duke Yunjie!" Meton looked as if he felt sorry for the two of them.
"Hahaha! Meton, you're still so stubborn. If you can draw it, then you don't need to pack up, I'll pack up and leave! "Xiong Maolin saw that Meton was unlucky, so he was so excited that his face turned red and he blurted out.
"Meton, not good, the Ministry of Justice is here to arrest you!" Qin Huaiyu and the other two hurriedly ran in and said in shock.
They first went to find Meton, but Uncle Fu told them that Meton had already gone to the Imperial College. The three of them hurried over. When they arrived at the entrance of the Imperial College, they found that the Ministry of Justice was looking for Meton at the entrance of the Imperial College.
"Ah!" Everyone was shocked.
"Hahaha, Meton, let's see how you're going to quibble this time. If you can still make a comeback this time, I'll change my surname to yours!" Wang Ling laughed sinisterly.
"You're courting death!" Cheng Chumo said nothing and punched Wang Ling's cheek. Yuchi Bao Lin also joined the fight without saying a word. In an instant, Classroom Three was in chaos.
"Meton, you go now, we'll block them for you!" Qin Huaiyu took advantage of the chaos and quickly pulled Meton out. The three of them cooperated very well, but they found that Meton didn't move at all.
"Don't worry, I've already drawn it. Nothing will happen!" Meton was touched and directly told Qin Huaiyu the truth.
"What?"
Qin Huaiyu looked at Modun in disbelief. Even Cheng Chumo and Yuchi Bao Lin, who were in the middle of a chaotic battle, were stunned.
"Hahaha, Meton, you really won't cry until you see the coffin. I hope you'll still be so stubborn when you enter the Ministry of Justice's prison!" Wang Ling wiped the blood from his nose and said crazily.
"You don't have to worry. Remember what you said!" Meton's expression didn't change at all. He pointed at Xiong Maolin and Wang Ling.
"Let's go!" I want to see why the Ministry of Justice is looking for me! "Meton walked straight to the entrance of the Imperial College. Everyone in Classroom Three followed.
"I'm Meton." Just as he walked to the entrance of the Imperial College, he saw two bailiffs from the Ministry of Justice anxiously waiting there. He immediately went forward to identify himself.
"Greetings, Marquis Merton." The two bailiffs were instantly overjoyed and bowed. "Marquis Merton, please come with us. My Lord invites you!"
"Your Lord?" Meton was puzzled.
"My Lord is the Minister of Justice, Lord Li!" The slightly taller bailiff said.
The slightly shorter bailiff waved his hand and a carriage immediately stopped in front of the Imperial College.
"Marquis, please get on!"
"What's going on? Mo Jiazi tarnished the reputation of the four High Dukes. With such a serious crime, shouldn't he be admitted to the Shackle School?" Wang Ling questioned.
"Who told you that Marquis Merton tarnished the reputation of the High Dukes? Marquis Merton had already drawn a portrait of High Duke Yun. Lord Li invited Marquis Merton this time because he wanted to borrow Marquis Merton's exceptional drawing skills to draw a portrait of an extremely vicious person!"
"He drew it!" The bailiff's words were like thunder, shocking everyone in the Imperial College!
"He drew it? How is that possible?"
"How is that not possible? Mo Jiazi was simply a god. He faced the people of the Yin Residence and said proudly, "Indeed, I have never seen High Duke Yun, but I can draw him through your eyes."
An idler pointed at his own eyes and said vividly.
"Ah! Mo Jiazi actually has such an immortal skill! " The surrounding audience cried out in alarm. Although the government and the Mo Journal had always promoted the abolition of superstition, this kind of legend of immortals and ghosts still could not be stopped. The same thing, the sensation caused by a plain narration and the addition of ghosts and ghosts were completely different.
"That's where you're wrong. That's not a ghost's skill. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it. My cousin's neighbor happened to be a bailiff in the Yin Residence. He saw Mo Jiazi's exceptional skill with his own eyes. At that time, the Old Man Yin and the personal guards of High Duke Yun told the story in person. Mo Jiazi's drawing was like a god. He drew High Duke Yun vividly with just a few words, as if High Duke Yun was right in front of his eyes. "The idler was so excited that his hands and feet danced as if he was there in person.
"But it's widely said in Chang 'an that Mo Jiazi made High Duke Yun's widow faint because of anger. What's the matter?" An audience asked in confusion.
"She didn't faint because of anger. Since High Duke Yun's death, Madam Yin missed him so much that she fell ill. When she saw the portrait of High Duke Yun, she fainted because of excitement. After Mo Jiazi learned about it, he was so moved that he redrew it overnight and gave it to Madam Yin. It's said that Madam Yin has recovered without any medicine now." The idler was so excited that his hands and feet danced. The audience was also fascinated by his story.
It might be too exaggerated to say that Madam Yin recovered without any medicine, but it proved that Mo Jiazi had created an incredible miracle. He could draw a person who had never seen him before just by oral description.
Old Man Yin was a straightforward person. She knew how much criticism Meton had suffered. In order to repay Meton, she not only sent Yin Yuan to the imperial court to help Meton, but also promoted Meton's reputation in Chang 'an.
Obviously, the idler in front of them was instructed by High Duke Yun's Mansion. Otherwise, how could he get such detailed information? Such idlers were everywhere in Chang 'an. Before the morning imperial court ended, the news that Meton had drawn High Duke Yun's portrait had spread all over the streets and alleys.
"It's amazing!" The audience was fascinated by it.
"I knew it. It's Mo Jiazi! How can people like us speculate about that? "
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