If you don’t speak astonishingly, you will never stop until you die!

Just this sentence shattered the momentum that Old Man Zhang and other aristocratic families gathered together.

In the Northern Sui Dynasty, Confucianism was always regarded as Taoism and ruled the world with filial piety.

Heaven, Earth, the king, parents and teachers are also the norms for scholars to do things in this world.

No matter what, Yang Fang is the emperor after all.

In public, calling the emperor's name in front of so many people is a great sin of disrespect.

In the Northern Sui law, great disrespect and rebellion are the same sins.

"You, you!"

Old Man Zhang no longer knew how to use words to explain his current mood. He could only stretch out his hand, his face was shocked, pointed his finger at Yang Mo, and kept talking about you, you.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yang Mo smiled and said, "Are you going to talk about the laws of the Northern Sui Dynasty? I am very familiar with it. Since you just said that I was a royal family member, and calling the emperor's name is a crime of disrespect. According to the law, you should punish the nine clans. Is Yang Fang considered me among the nine clans?"

The whole hall became quiet, and only the gurgling water in the small pond was particularly loud.

Yang Mo didn't originally want to cause trouble just after entering the city, but he really couldn't stand the faces of these aristocratic families.

In addition, he has provoked these families with such a high profile, and there are two other reasons: he warned Li Shimin not to play tricks, and he would not use that trick now.

The second is to make Zhao Pu, the new dynasty, feel a little clear: You kid owe me a big favor now.

As for whether Zhao Pu admits it or not, Yang Mo doesn't care. Anyway, he has sent this love out.

"The aristocratic family was already enough to make the court afraid. The imperial examination was the only way for poor families to change their destiny. Moreover, in this way, your aristocratic family already has the advantage of teaching resources. Why do you need to kill them all? You have to do something in the quota?"

I saw many figures shaking outside the door, and some people looked at the window, looking at their figures and dressing, it seemed that they were also scholars.

And there seemed to be quite a lot of people. Li Bai's sharp eyes saw Yang Mo paying attention to the doors and windows. He walked to the side and lifted the windows, looked at a group of people outside and asked, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

He said that he pressed his hand on the sword, as if he wanted to draw the sword and kill people at any time.

The scholar outside the window was so scared that he quickly took two steps back, and while bowing, he replied tremblingly: "When you say the young master, I am a student in Luoyang Baima Academy. I heard that Zhao Tianguan has arrived... and came to Luoyang to ask for a meeting..."

One sentence was intermittent and scared to death.

Li Bai looked up and down and saw that they were dressed simply but cleanly, and had patches, and they felt good about it.

"What kind of eldest son, young son, since they are young sons, how can they be divided into different sizes?"

But his face was still cold. Who knows if there is anyone inside who wants to assassinate?

"Yes, yes, what the young master said."

The scholar in the lead is about 24 or 5 years old, and he looks older than Li Bai, but he is average taller. I think there should be some problems with eating and drinking on weekdays, so he is malnourished.

Although Yang Mo did not turn his head, he also heard the conversation between Li Bai and the scholar.

Pretending to not hear it, he stood up on purpose, and said loudly in pain: "Zhang Taigong, is the Zhang family born a noble family?"

"Can the aristocratic families in Luoyang really have to break even the only way out for the poor children of the imperial examination?"

The scholars standing inside and outside the house are basically all poor families. Otherwise, they would not have stood outside in such a cold weather.

The purpose of coming is also to Zhao Pu.

At this time, when Yang Mo scolded Zhang Taigong loudly, the scholars felt a chill in their hearts and thought to themselves: "It's true."

Many backbone showed indignation on their faces.

Seeing this, Yang Mo smiled coldly in his heart.

In the past six months, I have been honest and honest, but I have been conspiring to find people to scheming.

Since I have decided not to be low-key in the future and want to make trouble, then let’s have fun.

When I was in the Gulf of Aden, my shit was a mess, and several major countries were very uncomfortable.

"Now the emperor has just ascended the throne, and there are constant bandits in the world. You have received the favor of the emperor from a noble family. You should have followed the imperial decree and fulfilled your loyalty to the country!"

Yang Mo is not familiar with literature and can't develop a higher-level tone like those who are well-read like Li Bai and Xun Yu.

But at least all the scholars around can understand it.

"But what about you! You are going to coerce the Minister of Rites. The chief examiner of the imperial examination next year, Mr. Zhao Puzhao, wants to determine the quota of Jinshi in advance. Are you not afraid of being found out by scholars all over the world and arousing public anger?"

In front of the house, behind the house, the poor scholars outside the door and window were moved to tears when they heard these words.

Many people wiped their tears and looked at it. They only felt that the young master in the room was covered in white, long hair was draped over his shoulders, and two swords pressed around his waist, as if he was a god, shining brightly.

The families led by Zhang Taigong were confused by Yang Mo's continuous cannons.

What did you coerce Zhao Pu?

What should we determine the quota for the imperial examination?

Yes, we have this idea, so a group of people welcomed Zhao Pu.

But we and Zhao Pu have not even finished making polite decisions. Even if we have this idea, we don’t have the time to express our feelings to him at all.

There is no hint!

But you scolded us with confidence in front of so many people. Isn’t this stool on us?

Li Shimin and others were also very surprised, and they did not expect that Yang Mo's reaction would be so big.

Changsun Wuji looked at Li Shimin and frowned slightly. He thought for a while, and shook his head at his brother-in-law, which meant to tell Li Shimin that we should not try our next move.

It seems that your prospective brother-in-law is not an easy-to-make man.

This random punch will be enough to hit us even if it hits us.

Li Shimin is a kind-hearted person, and he has no great hostility towards Yang Mo himself.

The reason why he put on the city tower is that he is not close to someone else, is purely for the elder brother Li Jiancheng from Taiyuan.

According to Aiwu and Wu, he had a very good relationship with Li Xiuning and was a natural ally with Yang Mo.

He nodded slightly and signaled that he agreed to Changsun Wuji's suggestion.

Yang Mo was not finished yet, and his momentum was at its climax. He looked at the Luoyang family who had been completely trapped by his own rhythm and said with great regret: "Aren't you afraid of forcing these poor children to be impatient? Haven't you heard of kings, princes, generals, and ministers, who would rather have a sect!"

"Puff!"

I just decided to be a steadfast seat on Diaoyutai. I saw how my domineering brother-in-law and Li Shimin, who was fighting with the Luoyang family, had not yet drunk the tea bowl, and when I heard this, I sprayed all over the floor.

Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji were both stunned.

"Why would you rather have a king, prince, general, and minister!"

They have never heard of this, but it sounds like there is no difference between the thunder in the plains.

The thunder bombed Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji and others were unable to recover, and they even reduced the dimensionality of the heads of the surrounding families.

They have never faced such a question. Good guys, the attitude of rebelling if they disagree, makes the aristocratic family that is mainly selfish and selfish is powerless to refute.

"Well said!"

At this time, the gate was filled with young people. A 20-year-old scholar looked like this and his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but cheer.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, the scholar did not feel any fear. Instead, he raised his chest and reached out to push the guard who wanted to stop him from coming in.

The guards on both sides were Li Shimin's confidant, so how could he, a weak scholar, break in?
Chapter completed!