"You, you actually treat the disciples of the Saints like this?”
"You villain, you will definitely die a horrible death in the future!”
"Even tyrants like Shang Zhou and Xia Jie are not as cruel as you!”
The group of Confucians started cursing and giving Ying Changqing a wave of system points.
There were also some smart ones who wanted to sneak out of the side door while the others were shouting angrily to attract their attention.
Unfortunately, the guards of the Young Master's Mansion had been following Ying Changqing for so long in Xianyang City, so they were very experienced in how to block the door and arrest people.
His skills had also been honed through actual combat.
Even if the Confucian scholars had attended a few swordsmanship classes and were armed with gorgeous swords, they were no match for the guards of the Young Master's Residence.
Those who dared to resist were quickly turned into sandbags by the fists of the others. They screamed and rolled on the ground. They could only curse Ying Changqing in their hearts and give him a small amount of Tyrant System Points.
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"Your Highness, why are you doing this?"
Neishi Teng, who received the news, rushed to the Confucian Scholar's Hall with the bailiffs, panting. When he saw the messy scene on the ground and the Confucian scholars with swollen faces and tears, he was instantly dumbfounded.
This young master really made people worry.
During this period of time, he, the internal historian who was in charge of Xianyang City's affairs, had been on duty more than in the past few years. Even his body had lost a lot of weight.
Not only was he tired, but he was also worried.
Every time Ying Changqing dealt with someone, he would deal with someone who was one of the most influential figures in Great Qin, and Neishi Teng could not help but feel a headache.
And this time, Ying Changqing had even beaten up the Confucian school in Xianyang City, beating up all the great Confucians until they rolled on the ground.
One had to know that this was the scholarly faction with hundreds of thousands of disciples and followers all over the world. Even in the imperial court, there were many disciples!
Especially after the decline of the Mohist school, no one could compete with Confucianism. All the students recited Confucius, and there was absolutely no exaggeration.
Even the First Emperor had wanted to attack the Confucians several times because they had publicly supported the enfeoffment system and smeared the county system everywhere. However, after hesitating for a long time, he had not been able to implement it.
And now, Ying Changqing had directly wiped out all of the Confucian schools in Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Empire.
If all the Confucian scholars in the world didn't make trouble, Neishteng would rather believe that the sun would rise from the west.
This was definitely a heaven-piercing matter!
"Ding…Xianyang City Magistrate Li You cursed you for being arrogant and domineering, System Points 1999!”
"Imperial Censor Zhou Qingchen cursed you for being tyrannical. System Points 3999!”
"Ding! Nesten has scolded you for your misdeeds. System Points 5999!”
The sudden increase in the System Points made Ying Changqing understand that Neishteng and the others were indeed frightened by his actions this time. He immediately turned his head away.
He had already witnessed so many of his deeds, yet he was still so frightened. His composure was really too poor.
This was especially true for Neishi Teng, who used to be a military general and had made great achievements in destroying the six countries. Now, he was making a fuss like the civil officials!
It seemed that he still needed more experience!
"Not bad, the Internal Affairs Office has rushed over much faster than last time!”
"Old Teng, if your speed could be doubled, I wouldn't need to personally deal with the next security incident in Xianyang City!”
"As for this time?"
"Do you see that circle of people in the corner? They are all necromancers who used to swindle and swindle with Xu Fu. They even attacked Father in public earlier.”
Ying Changqing looked at Neishi Teng and the others, who had yet to recover from their shock. He shook his head again and said,"Old Teng, you're the internal historian of the government. Don't say that you don't know about the situation of the Confucian School in Xianyang City!”
"Even if this Young Master doesn't come to clean up today, someone will come to clean up in the future!”
"Instead of acting late, it's better to take down the other party before they react and take the initiative in your own hands. Do you understand?”
Ying Changqing said slowly.
"Yes, sir!"
"Your Highness, I understand!"
Nesten's body trembled, and he quickly understood.
With the scholarly faction's degree of courting death, no matter how benevolent the First Emperor was, he would sooner or later make a move against the scholarly faction.
No monarch could tolerate having such an influential but openly opposing theory under his command.
Ying Changqing had only brought this matter forward.
But soon, Nesten smiled bitterly again.
Young Master Changqing's words and actions were to drag him, this unlucky internal historian, into the water and become a pawn to charge into the enemy's line of battle!
In the future, he would probably not have a peaceful day to live.
Neishi Teng couldn't help but curse Ying Changqing in his heart.
However, after being glared at by Ying Changqing, Neishi Teng still obediently gave in. He gloomily commanded the bailiffs of the Neishi Office to start the job of looting and interrogating people, which he was already very familiar with.
In any case, no matter how influential the Confucian scholars were, they were just a group of weak scholars for the time being.
They had witnessed Ying Changqing's ruthlessness and cruelty many times. Countless noble and powerful people had been killed by Ying Changqing.
Even someone as powerful as Zhao Gao was killed by Ying Changqing.
Xu Fu, who had such a high status, was still skinned alive by Ying Changqing in front of everyone.
Compared to these people, even Neishiteng was inferior, let alone these officers.
It was better to provoke the King of Hell than to provoke Evergreen. This had become the common principle of all the officials in Xianyang City.
How could anyone dare to neglect the mission given by Ying Changqing, who even the King of Hell couldn't afford to offend?
Ying Changqing smiled but said nothing.
Indeed, many times, tyrants were far more intimidating than benevolent rulers who could be bullied by gentlemen.
Basically, no one dared to take the risk of losing their heads and be careless in front of the tyrant.
No matter how unwilling he was, he had to finish the task that the tyrant had arranged for him first.
This was already enough for Ying Changqing.
As for being scolded in his heart.
Anyway, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat, and he could still earn system points, so why not?
With a faint smile, Ying Changqing turned his head and looked in the direction of the imperial palace.
At this time, Ying Zheng should have received the news.
He wondered how his father would react to his gift.
Ying Changqing was looking forward to it.
He had worked tirelessly to turn the First Emperor into a tyrant.
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