After Ji Gang said that, he sat down after the desk, looked at Hao Fenglou deeply, and then continued: "This matter cannot be faked by others. The credit is of course yours and mine. But the ugly words are ahead. Although this matter is a great achievement, it will inevitably be a stigma in the future."

Ji Gang paused for a moment, smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Saying it again? What is a dishonor? I never care about it, but I don't know if you are willing or not. If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

Hao Fenglou said: "Is there any choice?"

This rhetorical question also revealed Hao Fenglou's helplessness. He was unwilling to be vilified, but at this point, he had completely broken up with those scholars, and there was no room for maneuver. Since he had offended him, he would simply offend him to death and to his core, making these people feel creepy when they heard their names and could not sleep at night.

In a sense, Hao Fenglou is actually destined to embark on this path. Unless he wants to remain silent for the rest of his life, be unknown forever, and become a passerby A, B, C and D, he will inevitably come to this day if he wants to make a name for himself.

Hao Feng was cruel on the floor and said, "All hesitated to the Lord's orders."

"Okay." Ji Gang smiled. He obviously seemed quite content with being able to hold Hao Fenglou.

A list has been drafted, and as for the characters on the list, it is ridiculous to say it.

Because the people inside were not charged, and they were even made in a lottery style. Ji Gang copied more than a dozen names in a list of fame and scholars in the capital, and there were many famous scholars and even great scholars among these dozen people.

As for the crime, there is only one - from the rebellion.

The big red pen letters were filled with a cold chill, and the list was delivered directly to Hao Fenglou. Ji Gang said: "In the Confucius Temple, I will immediately raise troops to suppress you. You can go to the Ministry of Justice. Get the driver's note and get the people."

Hao Fenglou held the list in his hand, nodded, and left.

Obviously, this list is the key point. Whether these people are guilty is hard to tell whether they are guilty? It is impossible! But why are they so hasty and directly drafting the list to get people? There is only one reason, which is to tell everyone that the Jinyiwei is inverted black and white. The Jinyiwei needs no reason to let you die without a place to bury you. The Jinyiwei is going to kill you, there is no reason. There is no reason, no room for refutation.

This is obviously the best way to deal with those who like to talk and make some tricks. To make them shut up, to make them afraid, and to make them honest is to be unreasonable.

More than a dozen lieutenants and Li Shi followed Hao Fenglou directly to the Ministry of Justice.

Today's Ministry of Justice is very solemn.

Obviously, there was a sound of the wind here, and many officials who went to join the fun in the Meridian Gate had been "persuaded" back.

Everyone had a premonition that something was wrong. Everyone was working silently, and some were absent-mindedly waiting for something.

A team of lieutenants rushed in. The doorman wanted to stop him, and then a waist card and an embroidered spring sword were placed in front of him.

"The Jinyiwei is doing business, get out of here!"

The sect was panicked and didn't know what to do for a moment. Occasionally, there would be Jinyiwei. Usually, everyone abides by the rules and no one is so domineering. Although the personal army is a personal army, this is the Seizure Department Hall, so how dare ordinary people act rashly?

But today is very different, the sects retreated and did not say a word.

Hao Fenglou had already emerged from the sedan chair, walked and walked directly into the yamen.

The officials I met along the way saw these lieutenants who rushed in suddenly, and their faces were as clear as earth. Someone couldn't help but want to go forward and scold them, but was pulled aside by his colleagues.

The yamen of the Criminal Department is in the department hall, and Wu Yan, the director of the Ministry of Justice, is on duty here.

The middle class is not high, but the power is not small, and the status in the ministry is transcendent. Lord Wu naturally knows about today's affairs. He has just returned from the Meridian Gate, and is in amazement and doubt, guessing today's affairs and the direction of the court.

At this time, the door of the office was pushed open directly, and two lieutenants with swords came in, and immediately, Hao Fenglou crossed the threshold.

Hao Fenglou had a smile on his face and bowed, "Mr. Wu, I have offended him."

Wu Yan's face changed suddenly and she became even more surprised and suspicious.

Unfortunately, Hao Fenglou did not give him time to react, so he directly took a list on Wu Yan's desk and said, "The Beizhen Prefecture Department is catching the criminal, and it still needs dozens of copies. If you have time, please sign and arrest him immediately for convenience."

The Jinyiwei needs a pick-up post to get people, and the pick-up post needs to be signed by the Criminal Department. Although the palace had given Beizhenfu the right to act cheaply before, for those with higher status, this procedure is necessary to go away.

Wu Yan's eyes were about to fall off. He picked up the list and saw shocking names. After seeing the name, he was as bright as a red word, and his face was as pale as paper.

He raised his eyes and looked at Hao Fenglou in surprise: "Is there an imperial edict?"

Hao Fenglou said coldly: "No."

Wu Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Since there is no imperial edict, I will never dare to issue a car note. If I issue it, I am afraid that I will not be able to tolerate Shilin, and will be despised from now on and will never be reborn."

Wu Yan was talking about the truth. He had a premonition that things were out of control. If they didn't expect it, many people would suffer unpredictable disasters.

But he must not be accomplices of the tiger. As long as he posts a car, those angry scholars will never make him feel better.

He is not the Jinyiwei, he is the Qinggui servant.

Hao Fenglou sneered: "If you refuse, you are afraid that something will be inconvenient."

Wu Yan struggled in his heart, but finally raised his head and said: "I...I am...I am the one who is too late to take the sick and return home. If you want to have a letter, please ask Gao Ming."

This is really a dilemma, but Wu Yan still made up his mind that he would rather get sick, rather than not do this for the time being, and he would definitely not be able to do this. If he gets sick, he will still have the possibility of recovery in the future. Once he does this, he will never be able to raise his head for the rest of his life and will be despised by his colleagues from then on.

Hao Fenglou smiled with a playful smile and said, "Is that so? Unfortunately, the adult's wishful thinking is about to fail. As an official, how can the adults not do it if they want to do it?" He shouted: "Come on, the Ministry of Justice will follow the rebellion and take it down immediately."

Several lieutenants rushed forward without saying a word.

Wu Yan was startled, quickly retreated, and said with a tragic expression: "I am not guilty, not guilty... Why should you take me?"

Hao Feng's floor was expressionless and he didn't make any sound.

Wu Yan had been twisted by several lieutenants and cried loudly: "I have something to say, this post... I'll give it to..."

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Confucius Temple.

A large number of scholars gathered here in a crowd of scattered ways, and there was no end at all.

Then, a large number of people began to appear, all wearing mail and holding swords.

The sound of horse hooves, the friction of armor and the heavy breathing actually covered the sound of criticizing the current bad habits in front of Confucius Temple.

There are seven streets connecting here. Except for one without any staffing, the other streets are already pressed over by military horses like dark clouds.

He rode a fast whistle on the fast horse and rode forward, shouting loudly: "If you gather, kill me! The commander of the Jinyiwei has a mission. Anyone gathers in the former of the Confucian Temple to take action to rebel!"

"Those who gather together..."

More than forty fast whistles, holding command flags, crossed the congested Confucius Temple and shouted loudly.

The scholars suddenly panicked, and some shouted: "We are just asking the palace to eliminate the traitor." Someone shouted in despair: "Is it wrong to state the injustice?" "Why do the saints suppress us because they are humiliated? They are so right and wrong..."

Ji Gang narrowed his eyes. He transferred the soldiers from the Beijing camp. The generals from the Beijing camp did not come with him. They obviously did not want to be this bad guy, but Ji Gang was calm and calm, squinted his eyes and looked ahead from afar.

His face was dull and he was not moved by anything. He sat high on the horse. Seeing that the time was almost done, the scholar obviously had no intention of retreating.

Ji Gang said: "Transfer the order, suppress the bullet!"

Countless commanders and Pegasus conveyed orders, and then the storms of military horses on various streets immediately took action.

In the first few rows, there were sword and shield hands, and they shouted together: "Kill... Kill... Kill!"

Every time I shouted and killed, I had a rhythm. After every time I shouted and killed, I would use the knife surface to hit the shield hard, step on my boots, and take a step forward.

Kill... when... rumble...

After a shout of killing, there was the sound of gold and iron slapping, and then the sound of boots rumbled on stone bricks.

After that, the spearman stood up and followed in a slight manner.

This momentum is like a surging wave, hitting the rocks on the coastline. It is like falling into an isolated island, facing the vast deep sea.

The students began to be in chaos. Some were scared and paralyzed, some were ashamed of their faces, some beat their chests and feet, and some yelled loudly: "There is no more China after today."

Many people have begun to retreat, there is only one street without soldiers, and many people have to retreat to that street.

The various military horses stepped forward step by step, with murderous auras. If the students they met did not retreat, they would immediately stab a long knife from behind the shield, which scared the students so much that they screamed. They first slowly retreated to a street, and then began to collapse, and countless people rushed to flee.

Half an hour later, the front of Confucius Temple was stained with blood and a mess. The entire street was covered with solemn soldiers and no other figures. Even the storefronts on the street were closed one after another. Countless pairs of eyes with horror and fear were quietly watching the officers and soldiers passing by through the cracks of the door. On this day, Nanjing was surprisingly quiet.

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Chapter completed!