Most people will directly prefer the latter.

Therefore, there are different ways to deal with insults from different people.

Hu Zhili bowed respectfully and apologized, and then replied: "Your Majesty, according to the confessions of several criminals..."

He paused and said hesitantly: "They all claimed to have seen the emperor's lawlessness and their relatives were arrogant, so they did such things in a moment of righteous indignation."

Of course this is embellished, and the words used to criticize the emperor cannot be reproduced verbatim.

Zhu Yijun curled his lips when he heard this: "Seriously?"

It's okay for him to be a simple and angry young man. He is still willing to tolerate being scolded. After all, although his vision is limited, his position is okay.

But looking at this posture, he does not look like a young scholar out of anger.

Just saying that this precision is blocking the road that must be passed is not like a mere hothead.

After all, the emperor's whereabouts are not some roadside news that can be made public at any time.

Hu Zhili looked hesitant and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhu Yijun waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll go down and ask myself."

After that, he slowly stood up and walked out of the room.

Everyone quickly followed and followed closely behind.

…

In the lobby of the station on the first floor.

The original post guards were driven elsewhere and replaced by armored and bladed guards, and eunuchs from the East Factory guarded various key locations.

All the tables and chairs in the lobby were vacated.

All the high-ranking officials in scarlet robes stared at him with unkind expressions.

Wang Zongyi and Wang Xijue blocked the ceremonial supervisor and Jin Yiwei behind them, and stepped forward to ask questions without hesitation.

Xu Guo, the Minister of Punishment, personally recorded the case file. He Luowen, the Minister of Rites, who was a wine-producing person in the Imperial College, was heartbroken and couldn't bear to look at it.

Six scholars were surrounded in the middle, with different expressions, some were calm, some were worried, or some were high-spirited.

The seventh scholar knelt in front of Wang Zhiyuan. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not see his expression. The green gauze skirt on his body was torn to pieces, revealing his inner coat.

He opened his mouth to speak: "Sir..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Zhiyuan's cold snort.

Holding a rag of gauze skirt in his hand, he interrupted with a livid face: "I don't have a son like you!"

A group of colleagues looked at him intently, pretending not to care about this scene, but their expressions were weird and they were really unbearable.

Veil skirts were very common among scholars.

Even Long Yangzi, or a man and his wife, are not unusual - as long as they can pass on the family line, let alone the skirt, even if they can also use sticks to communicate with each other, they are also accepted by the mainstream.

But it is common, but often with a contemptuous attitude. The phrase "libertine" is inevitable.

In particular, Wang Zhiyuan always regarded himself as a strict family tradition in Shilin, set rules and regulations, and served as godfather himself.

Unexpectedly, after a tour, they would see their son approaching the emperor in a gauze skirt. The Wang family was completely humiliated.

Wang Xiangjin's eyes were swollen, and he could only half-open his eyes, and reluctantly said: "Sir! Did I do something wrong to open my eyes for the people of Yuanyuan in Chi County?"

"Nowadays, the central government has the decree to clear away the land and clear the households, but it only treats the emperor's closeness to the emperor outside the law. One thing, two systems, who in the world can obey?"

"And the master who handled this matter is not afraid of leaving a reputation for abuse..."

The words just fell.

Snap!

The wind roared in the palm, and a slap sounded again!

Wang Xiangjin was suddenly hit, his upper body lost balance, he staggered and fell to the ground, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Wang Zhiyuan finally closed his mouth when he saw his ignorant son, and his anxiety eased slightly.

He consulted Xu Guo and said: "Mr. Xu, this criminal is crazy. In order to avoid bumping into your Majesty later, you might as well put him in prison first."

Xu Guo naturally understood Wang Zhiyuan's thoughts and was happy to sell this.

Then he nodded slowly, turned his face and said to his left and right: "Come here, escort the criminal to the capital and put him in jail!"

When Wang Zhiyuan saw this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to Xu Guo to show his gratitude.

After this incident, although the emperor did not express it clearly, he must have been furious at this moment.

It is said that when the emperor is angry, he will bleed and float in the oars, let alone insulting the king's father, something that would have been delayed in the first place.

The son's only chance of survival was to appease the emperor's anger a little bit - that's why he was beaten until he vomited blood all over the floor, that's why his clothes were in tatters, and that's why he was sent directly to prison.

Otherwise, if we can't obey the emperor's wishes... I have killed so many people with the emperor these days, and I am afraid that my son will be blamed today.

Zhang Hong and Jiang Keqian looked at each other.

Although based on their understanding of the emperor, they should not be furious, let alone execute him without teaching him.

But since Wang Zongyi and Wang Xijue pushed them aside, there was no reason to join them, so they allowed these civil servants to do whatever they wanted.

And just as they were holding Wang Xiangjin's arms, they were about to carry him out.

"We haven't been convicted yet. What's wrong with the criminal? You can't scold me, right? Let him go."

A voice came down the stairs.

Everyone looked up and saw the emperor's figure appearing at the stairs, walking down the stairs.

The hall official Yiqian immediately restrained his unnecessary expression.

Zhang Hong and Jiang Keqian immediately went to the stairs and bowed to wait.

The guards were still looking at him intently, and they just put Wang Xiangjin down and stood back outside the door.

Wang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel nervous as he looked at his son who was thrown back to the ground.

He glanced at the emperor without any trace, but the emperor's tone and expression at the moment seemed very gentle, and it was completely impossible to tell whether he was being weird or really didn't care.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

A group of court officials, ministers, and even the scholars involved in the case all bowed down and saluted in unison.

Wang Xijue carefully observed the emperor's expression.

Unlike the monks and eunuchs who killed them casually, although the scholars in front of them also made some mistakes, it was best to be lenient.

But he didn't know if the emperor was angry at this time, which made Wang Xijue a little confused about how to plead for mercy.

Wang Zongyi, the Minister of Rites, and He Luowen, the Minister of Rites, looked at each other with hesitation.

Please advise the emperor to be merciful. I always feel that the emperor suffered this injustice for no reason, which is somewhat unjustifiable.

Don't advise me. If the emperor kills the scholars, his reputation will also be fatal.

Wang Zhiyuan sighed in his heart, but he spoke first: "Your Majesty, these seven people are the scholars who just violated the government's affairs on the river embankment and made irresponsible remarks about the emperor and father."

Zhu Yijun walked down the stairs slowly, taking in everyone's expressions and reactions.

Otherwise, students have an inherent advantage in the field of public opinion.

Even though they scolded him in front of his face, these courtiers still looked like they were afraid that he would kill the scholars in anger.

No wonder He Xinyin ran away on his own, leaving a few students behind.

Zhu Yijun thought to himself, waved his hand, and motioned for the courtiers to stand up.

Then he looked at the scholar who was saluting, and said with fake surprise: "You have all pointed at my nose and scolded me, but now you have done enough etiquette."

Except for Wang Xiangjin, who was beaten by his father, the rest of the scholars were all standing still.

The many scholars were so excited on the embankment before that they were so confused now.

Several people looked at each other, and for a moment it was time to get up and bow.

At this time, a scholar suddenly stepped forward and shouted back: "Your Majesty, we are just admonishing you in person. Although it is offensive, we are definitely not insulting your father!"

This gesture is very well done.

Compared with the charge of insulting the emperor and his father, remonstrance with righteous indignation is obviously more appropriate and can be more supported by scholars.

Zhu Yijun smiled nonchalantly: "Are you a prison student?"

Tai students, especially young Tai students, are most likely to criticize the current situation when their minds are hot.

How many people are using the topic to their advantage and how many people are being used as spearheads needs to be carefully distinguished.

The scholar replied solemnly: "Reporting to Your Majesty, my student Zhao Nandou passed the examination in the fourth year of Wanli and entered the Imperial Academy to study the year before last."

Zhu Yijun frowned.

Zhao Nandou, this name also feels a bit familiar.
To be continued...