The feat of Mingyufang's rebellious people immediately caused the terrifying wealthy and nobles in this city to fall into a new nightmare...

Mr. Chen walked on the chaotic streets as if he was sleepwalking.

The world in front of him made him shudder. This was the real collapse of etiquette and music, and the destruction of the rules and regulations, which was even far more than Yang Feng's killing of ministers at Chengtianmen. After all, this only proves that he is a traitor, and everyone understands that he is a traitor.

But now...

All the city is traitors!

"How dare you guys, how dare you..."

"Give me aside!"

...

He was surrounded by officials screaming and running away with his head in his arms. He could even recognize one of them was the head of the Xuancheng Wei Guoben, but the latter did not see him. After running less than ten steps, he slipped because of the snow under his feet. Then the rebels with red cloth strips on their heads rushed forward, holding him down and trying to tie him up. He saw Master Chen in the struggle...

"Gei Chen saves me!"

He was like a drowning man seeing a small branch above his head, and he stretched out his hands and screamed in the hands of dozens of rebels.

The rebellious people turned their heads instantly and looked at Mr. Chen with malicious intentions. The red cloth above their heads was in the middle of the red cloth, and the words rebellious were particularly dazzling. He said that Mr. Chen never expected that he could do so righteously and wrote this word on his forehead! When everyone is a rebellious traitor, is a rebellious traitor or a rebellious traitor? At this moment, he suddenly understood that Yang Feng was using all rebellious traitors to cover up himself.

When the world is full of traitors, traitors are no longer traitors.

When all the traitors write their identity on their foreheads, there will be no traitors.

How poisonous is it!

Of course, he no longer cared about this at this time. In order to hide his identity, he deliberately wore an old blue shirt and could only stand there helplessly and look at the rebellious people.

The deviants continued to look at him.

"Is it Ge Lao Chen?"

"Yes, I saw him last time, let's hang him? Is it easy to hang him at such an old age?"

...

They were talking a lot.

"Gei Master Chen saves me, I am Xuan Cheng Bo!"

The boss of Xuancheng, Wei Guoben, continued to stretch out his hands, not knowing whether it was for asking for help or to drag him into the water.

Chen Yiguan sighed and prepared to meet the inevitable fate.

"cough!"

There was a sudden cough behind.

The rebellious people quickly turned their heads and immediately saluted to the back as if they were worshipping idols.

"What are you doing? Master Chen is not a treacherous minister!"

Yang Dashuai shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Chen is not a treacherous minister!"

"Let's go, let's carry Xuan Chenggong over and hang up!"

...

The deviants happily carried Xuan Chengbo and quickly left like a fat pig.

"Gei Master Chen, I'm frightened!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Master, I am over 70 years old, and I only have to die. At this moment, I dare to ask, "How do you plan to govern the people after doing this?" I know that the Master does not like the way of sages, and can be the way of sages. Don't you know that this is a good strategy for governing the people? I am not a corrupt scholar. I have been up and down for decades of ups and downs in the officialdom, and I understand everything I should understand, but the more I do this, I respect the way of sages.

Because the way of sages is the true way of governing the country, there are many scholars and hundreds of schools of thought. Those who respect Confucianism in all dynasties are the inevitable choice.

The king and the ministers, noble and humble, the officials and the people, everything is dependent on etiquette. The world is orderly, and the etiquette will not be abolished, the world will not be chaotic, the world will not be chaotic, and the country will be forever solid.

I don’t know what the commander wants, but it’s nothing more than wealth.

Since you want to be rich and honored, you should know that only the way of sages can make wealth and honor last forever."

Mr. Chen said.

"Then the noble will always be noble, the lowly will always be humble, the rich will always be rich, the poor will always be poor, this is your courtesy, this is your order?"

Yang Feng sneered.

“They can take the imperial examination.

I was a farmer in the morning and climbed to the emperor's hall in the evening. Didn't I leave them a way to advance?

Our system is the best and perfect. As long as we follow this system, we will eventually succeed.”

"Then you get a group of your shadows, and then continue to the next round. The ones you get will always be your shadows. Follow your arrangement, and it will never change. All other different voices are trampled into the abyss, where you will never be reborn. You will become the actual masters, the emperor will become your decorations, and the head of Guizhou will kneel at your feet forever.

Don't tell me about the imperial examination.

Don't tell me, you don't know what the imperial examination family is.

You have designed a system that seems good, but turned it into your plaything. The Confucian family monopolized Confucianism and excluded other knowledge from the imperial examinations. In the end, all the families who were admitted to the imperial examinations were aristocratic families like you and those who depended on the aristocratic families like you. At most, a few lucky people were selected occasionally to show that you did not stop their advancement.

You guys are pretending very well.

But I am a person who likes real things.

What a beautiful story, I want to ask Mr. Chen, are they the Fieldsmen? Are they the Fieldsmen? Is it possible that they are the Fieldsmen?”

Yang Feng pointed to a rebel who was watching the fun on the roadside.

The latter, wearing a patched cotton-padded jacket, smiled and rubbed his sleeves with a casual snot.

The sleeves rubbed a lot.

All reflective.

"If he reads, it's possible!"

Mr. Chen said.

"Have you read a book?"

Yang Feng asked.

"When I was young, I couldn't eat enough to eat when I was young. How could I have money to study? Besides, I had to work with adults since I was four years old. How could I sit down and study? If I don't work for a day, I would have no food to eat."

The man replied.

"Who is Teacher Chen Ge from?"

"From the Father."

"Who is your father?"

"The ears of a common scholar."

"Scholar Hu Zongxian's top aide, Shen Jiaze, who is as famous as Xu Wenchang, is just a common scholar?"

"Well?"

"Old Chen Ge, I'm a wild person, but not stupid.

Master Chen Ge, I can't see your court as a farmer, and you can climb the emperor's hall in the evening. I only see that poor people are never qualified to climb the emperor's hall because they can't afford to study. You have a life of food and clothing. As a great scholar, you can work hard to climb the emperor's hall since childhood. You have almost determined to climb the emperor's hall since childhood. And he needs to struggle for survival in hunger since childhood. If he doesn't work for a day, he will go hungry all day. He can't afford to go to school, and he can't study. He is destined to never be able to climb the emperor's hall.

And your descendants will be the same as you, and their descendants will be the same as him.

but……"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"I can let him go to the Emperor's Hall now, go, take a knife, and I'll take you into the palace for a walk!"

He then said to the man.
Chapter completed!