At this time, in the face of Yu Linwei's blade, normal people would not dare to rush over to find death.

Most of these readers are normal people, and they should be frightened.

But among these people, there are some people with ulterior motives.

They were the people sent by the four princes, the purpose was to make this matter bigger, seeing that Yu Linjun flashed his knife, these people were overjoyed, and they quietly took a few steps back, but their voices shouted louder.

"These people are just making a show, where do they dare to attack us scholars, we rushed in and rescued the imperial historians who were locked up in Dali Temple!"

"Your Majesty Shengming, you will never embarrass us and rush into Dali Temple!"

In fact, these people gathered here, most of them just to watch the excitement, even if there were indignant readers, they just came to shout slogans, wanting to put some pressure on Dali Temple, they didn't think about impacting the Dali Temple Yamen anyway, but by these people with ulterior motives, these people really rushed towards the Dali Temple Yamen with steel knives!

Many things in history are like this, it seems to be a collective evil, but in fact, behind it is just someone shouting a few slogans lightly.

Lee's confidence was in the dark.

Frankly speaking, he is now killing people, and he does not have to bear any responsibility at all, after all, they came by the emperor's order, and these people died in vain, and they can only be regarded as chaotic people, but if there is blood at the gate of Dali Temple, the impact of this matter will be expanded again, and it will fulfill the thoughts of the four princes.

Li Xin took a step forward, walked to Mu Ying's side, and lowered his voice: "Scare them, you can hurt people, don't kill them." ”

Mu Ying nodded slightly.

Yu Linwei's standard horizontal knife was shining coldly.

Finally, a scholar who walked in the front bumped into Mu Ying and others, this black-faced man from southern Xinjiang grabbed this person's collar and lifted him up directly, and the horizontal knife in his hand slashed mercilessly.

Blood is flowing!

This knife cut this person's buttocks, it will not be fatal, even the blood will not flow too much, but it is painful enough, where can these scholars eat and live this, and immediately lie on the ground and wail.

With the experience of the previous car, the people behind naturally dare not rush.

Li Xin raised his head and shouted: "We are Yu Linwei, you can go and inquire about what kind of yamen Yu Linwei is!" ”

Li Dalang will smile coldly: "We...... It's not illegal to kill! ”

Yu Linwei is the private soldier of the Son of Heaven, in the case of the emperor's order, Yu Linwei's action is equal to the Son of Heaven's action, and it is indeed not illegal to kill people.

The five words "killing people without breaking the law" are really domineering, and the blood on the ground is really terrifying, these people were immediately frightened and did not dare to take another step.

It's just that there are still many people in the crowd shouting loudly.

Li Xin smiled coldly: "Mu Ying, go and sneak these people out!" ”

Mu Ying smiled, and walked into the crowd with more than a dozen Yulin soldiers, he just moved the knife, and when these people saw him, they automatically got out of the way, and it didn't take long for five or six middle-aged people who were about thirty years old and dressed as scholars to be carried by Mu Ying to the door of the Yamen of Dali Temple.

After these people were caught, they kept shouting, "What crime am I waiting for? Yu Linwei can't take people without guilt! ”

One of the people with two beards shouted the loudest: "It has only been a long time since the prince came to the court, and the court has been completely chaotic, and now Yu Linwei has also become an eagle dog under the prince's door, and he has begun to kill Zhongliang!" ”

"I'm an innocent person, with a meritorious reputation, Yulin Weiyan can take me!"

Li Xin's face was calm, he walked up to this person, squatted down, and asked, "This scholar, what kind of fame are you?" ”

The man looked up, proud of himself.

"Student!"

The student is Xiucai, the lowest level of fame under the scientific examination system, but Xiucai is not easy to test, and the fame of Xiucai needs to go through the three tests of the county government road before it can be examined, and some people are pale in the test, and they can't get Xiucai.

Proportionally speaking, Xiucai is probably about the same as the heavy capital of later generations.

This is indeed a capital to be proud of.

"You just said you were not guilty?"

This Xiucai raised his head and said loudly: "We just watched the excitement in the crowd, and we didn't impact the yamen of Dali Temple, what is the crime?" ”

These people, hiding in the crowd and not daring to show their heads, naturally did not attack the Yamen of Dali Temple.

Li Xin stretched out his hand and pressed the saber on his waist, then remembered something, gave up the idea of drawing the sword, and pinched his finger bones with both hands, making a crisp sound.

This Xiucai looked terrified.

"What do you want to do? Beating up a student is a big crime, I'm going to drag you to Jingzhao Mansion to see the official! ”

Li Xin sneered and slapped him in the face!

"Smack!"

The sound was loud.

The man's cheeks immediately swollen, he covered his mouth, and was furious: "I am a saint's protégé, you dare to beat me!" ”

Li Xin ignored him, but stood up, looked down at his somewhat reddened palm, and said in surprise: "Oops, my hand is injured." ”

Mu Ying and the others stretched out their hands after Li Xin, and when they heard this contrived "oops", the black-faced man's face turned red, trying not to let himself laugh.

Li Xin's smile was much higher, he was still expressionless, and looked at this Xiucai lightly.

"You really listened, we were ordered by the emperor to come to Dali Temple to do business, and now you are suspected of beating the emperor, and I am going to throw you into the prison of Dali Temple!"

This Xiucai was furious: "Obviously, you beat me, in public, do you want to point to the deer as a horse?" ”

Li Xin smiled coldly: "Your face attacked the general's hand, and now the general's hand is red, you still don't admit your guilt?" ”

This Xiucai was about to be angry to death, and he said angrily: "My face is swollen!" ”

Li Dalang raised his head: "That's because Ben General has practiced a body of internal kung fu, and your face can't hurt me, but it swells itself." ”

"Mu Ying, take him into Dali Temple!"

As he spoke, Li Xin glanced at several other people: "These people, do the same." ”

Mu Ying and the others smiled, spat into the palm of their hand, and walked towards these scholars with a cruel smile.

Then the sound of "popping" sounded.

This black-faced man from southern Xinjiang, following Li Xin's appearance, shouted very contrivedly.

"Oh, you turtle dare to beat Lao Tzu!"

"Grab it!"

This is the power to speak, the right to speak is in Li Xin's hands, no matter how he says it, he is justified, these people have no capital and qualifications to resist.

After these troublemakers were thrown into Dali Temple, the scene suddenly quieted down, and about half of the onlookers dispersed, but there were still many people watching the excitement on the sidelines.

Watching the excitement is a tradition of the descendants of Zhuxia from ancient times to the present... Habit.

Li Xin put his hands behind his back and looked at the most tricky place.

The coffin at the entrance of Dali Temple.

There is also the Wang family guarding around the coffin.

These people are the real sufferers, and they are also the ones who need to be solved the most.

Li Xin took a deep breath and walked over to the coffin. Lang Sheng said: "Who is the person in charge of the Wang family, there will be a few good words to tell. ”

A woman who looked to be forty or fifty years old in a plain white filial piety dress stood up from the coffin, slowly walked to Li Xin's side, wiped her tears, and then bent down to salute.

"The surviving Deng clan has seen the general."

Li Xin sighed and glanced at the woman.

"You are the wife of Wang Yushi?"

The woman gritted her teeth, her voice sad.

"Exactly, the husband spoke for the country, but he was beaten to death in Dali Temple, no matter who came, the Wang family had to discuss an explanation with Dali Temple!"