Chapter 70 My sword is not at a disadvantage!
Chapter 70 My sword is not at a disadvantage!
This group of scholars all carry bows and swords, and if they need war horses, they can pull them out at any time.
They all came prepared.
The martial spirit was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, and the scholars were even better. They came from wealthy families and studied and learned skills from a young age.
Being proficient in both civil and military affairs, and the six arts of poetry, calligraphy, and literature, is the standard for a qualified and excellent scholar.
They can fight you with a book in one hand and a bow in the other.
Use books to educate you and use a bow to shoot you to death.
Facing a group of scholars, Cheng Zhijie could not behave arrogantly.
Pei Xingjian said in a firm tone: "Duke, the state law is strict, but it is better than losing your integrity, being humiliated, and saying nothing."
"During the court meeting that day, you and Duke E said that we were walking military merits, and the other said that we peed our pants on the battlefield."
"What an insult to us."
"There are so many scholars in the world. Now the news has spread in Chang'an. If the scholars in Chang'an remain indifferent and allow you to humiliate us, how can we hold our heads up in front of the scholars in the world when the news spreads all over the world?"
"How can we face our classmates and friends?"
"It's nothing but death. Today we have no chance of survival."
The scholars of Chang'an are the representatives of scholars all over the world, representing the style of thousands of scholars in the world.
There is a duke in the court who openly humiliates and despises scholars.
If the scholars in Chang'an don't take any action, how can they put themselves first among the scholars of the world?
Not to mention, at this moment, Chang'an City was in a state of chaos because the prince was giving a lecture on "etiquette", and scholars from all over the world were gathering in Chang'an.
If the scholars outside Chang'an got there first, they would block the door and demand an explanation.
How can the scholars of Chang'an still represent the spirit of scholars? Where is their dignity? Where is their reputation?
I'm afraid I'll become a laughing stock and a topic of conversation among scholars all over the world, and their words will be full of disdain.
Those who were watching the fun but not participating were all scholars from other places who had rushed to Chang'an.
If you, the scholars of Chang'an, don't take action, then we will not be polite.
Giving you opportunities is useless.
We, the scholars from other places, have to step up to regain our dignity.
"No matter what, you, Cheng Zhijie, have to give us an explanation." Pei Xingjian shouted loudly.
What are you afraid of?
They are a group of scholars who are not afraid of tigers.
What I am afraid of is a group of young and energetic scholars who feel humiliated.
Ordinary people would be furious when being humiliated.
Not to mention scholars who care about their reputation and integrity.
When they say they will do something, they really do it.
They don’t care about life or death, so what else do they care about?
For the first time, Cheng Zhijie felt difficult and helpless.
A word he said at the court meeting caused the scholars to denounce him, and they came to his door and blocked his way to curse him.
I have never suffered such humiliation.
"I am old, and you are young and strong. Do you want to bully us two old guys together?"
Cheng Zhijie knew that he couldn't be too tough and could only show weakness to the enemy.
If you continue to stimulate it, it will only become more and more difficult to control.
"With so many people watching, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Another scholar said fearlessly: "We have become a joke."
It's obvious that he won't give up.
With so many scholars watching, today they either have to clear their names or lose face.
It's so shameful, I'd rather die than be.
I……!
Cheng Zhijie felt so choked up in anger that he almost couldn't recover.
A bunch of young people.
If I were twenty years younger, I would have defeated them all.
"Who are you?"
"Li Jingxuan, my father is Li Xiaoqing, from the Zhaojun Li family."
"Guo Zhengyi, Zhongshan Guo family."
"Zhang Renyi, from the Zhang family of Zhongshan."
"Tai Xuesheng..."
Without Cheng Zhijie's asking, the other scholars introduced themselves one by one, which made his scalp tingle.
It's not just the identities of these people.
Mainly because they dare to introduce themselves in public.
Daring to report themselves means they are fearless.
Never mind whether you are a duke or something else.
This is a manifestation of their willingness to risk their lives.
"Okay."
Yuchi Jingde had a bad temper, so how could he tolerate being bullied by these youngsters?
"I've been through mountains of swords and seas of fire." "I didn't expect to be surrounded by a bunch of you little bastards."
A clanging sound.
"I am the Duke of the current dynasty, an important official of the court, and a founding hero. When I was conquering the world, you didn't even know where I was."
"You are so rude and disrespectful, and you are still speaking wildly. Do you really think that I am old and easy to bully?"
When Cheng Zhijie heard what Yuchi Jingde said, he knew that he was getting angry.
He wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Yuchi Jingde drew out his sword, glared around, and raised his sword with an imposing manner, roaring: "You want to test whether my sword is sharp?"
Clang!
The words fell.
Pei Xingjian drew out his sword fiercely, confronted him head on, and shouted, "My sword is not bad either!"
Clang clang!
The sound of swords being drawn could be heard continuously.
The scholars of Chang'an raised their swords and glared, shouting: "My swords are not bad either!"
"My sword is not bad at all!"
Scholars from other places also expressed their support.
They drew their swords, glared at each other, and shouted in unison in response to Yuchi Jingde.
The sound resounded through heaven and earth, was as powerful as a rainbow, and shocked people's hearts.
This is a group of martial and passionate scholars.
When faced with humiliation and contempt, they fight back together and will never allow anyone to tarnish or trample upon their reputation.
Looking around, everyone was filled with indignation and staring at them intently, with the shining swords in their hands dazzling in the air.
Cheng Zhijie's expression changed drastically, and Yuchi Jingde also took a half step back.
This kind of scene is unheard of and unseen before.
Now, it is happening right before their eyes, and it is directed at them.
When these scholars get naughty, they are really extraordinary.
"Well!"
"Not really, everyone."
"Put your weapons away, put them away, so as not to hurt others."
Cheng Zhijie pressed down Yuchi Jingde's hand, asked him to put away his sword, and said with a smile: "I understand that you are dissatisfied."
"The court has decided to establish a new army and select talents."
"Instead of blocking me and asking for my explanation, why don't you all take part in the selection and prove me wrong in the army?"
He wanted to bring up the topic of the new army to divert the scholars' attention.
But the scholars didn't buy it at all.
"No need to prove it, you are wrong too."
"We will go to select the new army, but now we need the Duke to give us an explanation."
Pei Xingjian said word by word: "Are we really weak and fragile? Are we walking military merits?"
"I say, kid, why are you so stubborn..."
"You are the leader, right?"
If these scholars did not get a satisfactory explanation today.
Walking military merit, what a glaring and insulting word.
When did these scholars become so unbearable?
If the news spreads from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred people, it will spread throughout Chang'an within a day and they will become a laughing stock.
Of course, he would not be fooled by Cheng Zhijie's few words.
"We didn't have anyone leading us, we just came together spontaneously."
"Duke, if you still don't think you're wrong, then we'll have no choice but to take the case to His Majesty."
"If you want to fight, then fight. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Cheng Zhijie endured it silently, but in return he did not back down.
How is it possible for him to admit his mistake in public?
Especially when forced in such a fierce and public manner.
If the scholars become a laughing stock, won’t he become a laughing stock in the court and the country?
How will Cheng Zhijie have the face to attend court and get along with his colleagues in the future?
What else can we do?
The only thing we can do is to find a place and a step, and everyone has to take a step back.
"Please come in, Duke Lu, let's go to the Imperial Court."
"Isn't the Duke afraid?"
"Just go, I've never been afraid."
Cheng Zhijie and Yuchi Jingde went to Taiji Palace, surrounded by scholars in front and behind, with their eyes fixed on them.
(End of this chapter)