Sometimes, even the First Emperor had a headache over these scholarly disciples.
In front of them was a portrait of their Holy Master, Old Master Kong.
Who knew what the saints would think if they saw the descendant of their sect acting like a shrew?
"I went to see Dr. Chunyu Yue earlier. He's still lying on the bed. It seems that he's very angry with that evil person.”
"He's too much of a bastard. I've also heard what that Young Master Zijin said. It's simply ridiculous. He's just spouting nonsense in the imperial court.”
"Young Master Fu Su's beauty is known throughout the world. This is something that everyone knows, but in the end, he actually dared to say that Young Master Fu Su is unfilial, disloyal, and unkind? This is simply ridiculous. They want to tarnish Young Master Su's reputation. We can't let this go.”
"It's just a name in the mountains. Do you really think that you can become superior just because you're a prince? Let's go to his mansion together and ask him to come out and apologize.”
"We must make him apologize to Young Master Fusu and Professor Chunyu Yue. He must also kneel in front of the portrait of Old Master Kong and repent.”
Should he say it or not, once this person was too arrogant, he would not be able to see himself clearly and would continue to do evil things.
This group of scholarly disciples was like this.
In the past, they could scold whoever they wanted. No one cared about them. Fu Su even supported their opinions. This made them almost float in the air.
They thought that they could deal with Zijin easily.
For a time, the scholarly disciples left the Confucian School in groups of three to five and headed for Zijin's residence.
After they left, the head of the Confucian School slowly walked out, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Fine, I can continue this matter and see what the First Emperor's attitude toward our scholarly faction is.”
The director stroked his beard and muttered to himself.
Although the First Emperor hadn't attacked them yet, he hadn't placed the Confucians in an important position either. This made the director and many Confucians speculate about the First Emperor's intentions.
And today's matter could be seen from the small.
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Zijin was originally prepared to go out and see the local customs of Xianyang City.
However, he did not expect to hear a commotion coming from outside before he even went out.
After listening carefully, Zijin's expression turned ugly.
Many of these people were actually attacking him.
Zijin quickly walked to the door and saw that his residence had been surrounded by a large group of scholarly disciples.
Some people even sat cross-legged outside, looking like they wanted to waste their time with him.
It had to be known that the location of his residence was not bad. Now that these scholarly disciples had caused such a ruckus, it immediately attracted quite a number of people to stop and watch.
As for the guards in the mansion, they had already dispersed and were standing guard in front of the mansion.
However, the identity of a "Confucian Scholar" made them somewhat afraid, so they did not dare to casually attack them.
Otherwise, they would probably be cursed by all the Confucian scholars in the world, and would carry the infamy for generations after death.
"Zijin, you're finally out. We thought you were going to hide in your mansion forever.”
"Young Master Zijin, you have to take responsibility for what you have done. Since you dare to slander the great scholars of the scholarly faction, you have to give us an explanation.”
"That's right. If you don't give us an explanation, we won't hesitate even if we tear down your mansion and make a scene with His Majesty.”
Most of these people were young and were in their 'nationalistic youth'. If they were slightly encouraged or provoked, they would do something out of line.
Furthermore, they claimed to be the supreme saints of the Confucian school. Zi Jin's words were equivalent to slapping them in the face. How could these 'nationalistic youths' let this matter rest?
These scholarly disciples all glared at Zi Jin.
Those who didn't know would think that Zijin had killed their relatives.
"Impudent!"
The guards all berated, but it was clear that these scholarly disciples knew that these guards were afraid and didn't dare to do anything to them. As a result, they completely didn't take these guards seriously.
Zijin frowned slightly.
He had really guessed that these scholarly disciples would come back to his residence to cause trouble.
But soon, Zijin left a mark of " brainless " on them.
Did they really think that a dead "Supreme Saint Teacher" could protect them?
If you anger this Young Master, so what if you destroy the scholarly faction!
At this moment, Zi Jin smiled. However, his smile was filled with disdain.
"Explanation? What a joke. I've already scolded him. What explanation do you want me to give?”
Zi Jin's casual words ignited the anger in the hearts of these scholarly disciples.
"Apologize to Young Master Fusu and Professor Chunyu Yue, then kneel in front of the Confucian School's portrait of Confucius and apologize. Otherwise, we will condemn you and make you bear the eternal infamy!”
This group of people started to berate and threaten Zijin.
The pen of the scholarly faction, the mouth to curse.
What a joke!
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