"It's out!"
The gazes of Zhao Qi and the others instantly gathered on the elegant white-robed figure.
It was guaranteed!
Then, they hurriedly knelt down and bowed. Their eyes were filled with flying spirit as they said in a clear voice,
"The heavens sent down a divine stone to write down the sins of our Great Qin. Fortunately, the Legatee Fusu saved the tide and helped the building collapse!”
"We three thousand Confucian scholars are willing to follow His Highness Fu Su to the death!”
"Your Highness Fusu, please lead us to use the Confucian school of benevolence to correct the style of our Great Qin!”
After Zhao Qi, countless Confucians began to speak loudly!
"Please take over, Your Highness! It's the wind of our Great Qin!"
"Please take over, Your Highness! It's the wind of our Great Qin!"
“....”
Looking at the 3,000 Confucian scholars kneeling outside the palace gate and the waves of shouts, Fu Su seemed to use all his strength to open his mouth. In the end, he did not say anything and only bowed deeply to the 3,000 Confucian scholars outside the palace.
Just as Zhao Qi and the others had a bad premonition.
A figure stepped out of the temple and directly passed by Fu Su, causing the pupils of Zhao Qi and the others to involuntarily constrict!
Zhao Gao!
Looking at the 3,000 Confucianists outside the door and then looking at Fu Su, who seemed to have aged several years in an instant, Zhao Gao couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
The scholarly faction, a bunch of trash, had fallen into such a state despite such a good situation.
But that was good too.
The useless Nineteenth Prince was much easier to deal with than Fu Su.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Gao did not show it on his face. He calmly said to the outside of the palace,
"His Majesty has instructed that the emperor's son, Fusu, is not loyal, filial, benevolent, or contrary to his conduct. However, in consideration of his past achievements in supervising the army, he is hereby sent to Shangjun to supervise the army again to make up for his mistakes!”
"3,000 Confucian scholars, using words to mess with the law, causing chaos in the court.”
"Now, everyone present, the leader will be punished together. The rest of the kidnappers will be sentenced to death and sent to the border to wait for atonement!”
"Immediately execute it, no mistakes!"
Zhao Gao's words were like a thunderbolt in Zhao Qi's ears! Instantly, his entire body went limp!
Prince Fusu was exiled?
Three thousand Confucians!
They were all sentenced to exile?
How could His Majesty dare to do such a thing!
The law does not punish the masses!
Was Ying Zheng really going to live up to his name as a tyrant?!
"Your Highness Fu Su! His Highness Fu Su! This isn't real, is it?"
"We speak for the world. How can Your Majesty do this!”
"Where's Teacher? Where was his teacher? Teacher won't ignore me!"
Zhao Qi almost rolled and crawled towards Fu Su. His previous high-spirited and confident demeanor had disappeared!
"Qi."
The corners of Zhao Gao's mouth curled up imperceptibly. He glanced at the extremely miserable Zhao Qi and could not help but say softly,
"Scholar Zhao, Chun University's professor will be out soon, don't worry.”
Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Zhao Qi, whose eyes were originally extremely gloomy, seemed to have grabbed onto his last life-saving straw! They wished they could stick their eyeballs directly to the front of the court!
However, what he didn't see was Fu Su's head. Following Zhao Gao's words, he almost wanted to bury his head in the ground!
Clang! Clang!
A few armored soldiers took the lead to step out of the temple, causing Zhao Qi's heart to jump to his throat!
Following that, the color of blood was imprinted in Zhao Qi's eyes!
It was a glaring scarlet!
And a corpse covered in white cloth!
"Look! Chun University's professor is here!"
Zhao Gao's ear-piercing laughter rang out!
Plop!
Zhao Qi seemed to have lost the last strength to support his body. His hair was disheveled as he sat paralyzed on the cold stone steps!
"How can this be?"
"How could this be…"
Countless scholars felt as if they had just woken up from a dream. They felt a bone-piercing coldness and began to mutter to themselves.
"Thief Zhao Qi! You deserve to die! Defying His Majesty! Your entire clan will be exterminated!"
"Thief Zhao Qi! Deceiving me is equal to this assembly! I wish I could chop off your dog head with my own hands!"
“...”
Plop!
Zhao Qi was kicked down from the stone steps as he sat there paralyzed!
Looking up, he saw that it was the Confucian scholar that he had been guiding. Now, his face was ferocious, and he wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood!
Listening to the wails, curses, and pleas of the Confucian scholars, Zhao Qi felt like a walking corpse.
It was all over.
Other people still had a chance, but Zhao Qi knew that he would die!
Even his entire family would be doomed because of him!
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Nineteenth Prince who had walked past him and Li Yan who had fled.
It turned out that he was the idiot!
The sword on the 19th Prince's waist was filled with the blood of the Great Scholar!
"Your Highness Fu Su, please confess to His Majesty quickly!。”
"That's right! His Highness Fu Su, we were deceived by Zhao Qi and have no intention of stirring up trouble in the royal court!”
...
Countless Confucians stepped on Zhao Qi's body and kneeled in front of Fu Su, hoping that Fu Su would plead for mercy.
At this moment, the ugly state of the 3,000 Confucians was completely exposed to Fu Su for the first time.
"You guys…"
Fu Su's voice trembled slightly.
Was this still the scholarly character in his heart? Or was it the righteousness of Confucianism in his heart?
They were the people he hated the most in his life!
Just because of these people, he had made his father unhappy and had used the world that he could have held tightly in his hands as a bet for the future of the scholarly faction?
Was it really worth it?
Suppressing the indescribable confusion in his heart, Fu Su fled.
As Fu Su left.
The Confucianists present seemed to have been drained of all their remaining strength, and the only thing left in their eyes was an indelible hatred.
"Everyone, shall we go now?"
Zhao Gao chuckled, but the three thousand Confucians were terrified!
Li Si lowered his head as he listened to the three thousand Confucians being chased away by the armored soldiers and crying for their parents like livestock.
The scholarly faction was originally flourishing, but who would have thought that it would be destroyed by the hands of an unknown Nineteenth Prince?
After this incident, Confucianism could not flourish for two hundred years.
It was time for him to start laying out his plans.
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