Daming: I really don’t want to be an emperor!

the next day.

The philosophy of the School of Mind had caused a sensation in the capital city and spread rapidly. The entire capital city became the home ground of the School of Mind, and hundreds of schools of thought also came into contact with the School of Mind.

However, they were more concerned about the coffin at the palace gate.

This time, they did not even inform their own students when they carried the coffin to protest their death. Instead, they sent servants to carry the coffin to the palace gate.

Then go to court!

Ever since Zhu Yunhuan changed the time for court sessions, everyone no longer had to get up so early.

In the Fengtian Palace.

"If you have something to report, please come forward. If not, please dismiss the court." The eunuch shouted, and Lin Han, the chief academician of the Imperial College, stood up.

"I, Lin Han, the Grand Priest of the Imperial Academy, will die for the Ming Dynasty!"

Lin Han walked out, knelt down, and banged his head heavily on the ground. This knock was merciless and drew blood and tore his skin and flesh.

This scene shocked all the officials.

What are you doing!

You come here and try to make a desperate appeal. You are so old, aren't you afraid of killing yourself?

With the rank of the Imperial College's chief academic officer, he also needs to attend court, but he usually just comes to do nothing.

Zhu Yunhuan nodded slightly, "My dear minister, what do you have to say? Why do you want to die for your advice? Stand up quickly."

"Thank you, Your Highness, but what I am doing is a matter of changing the world, so I dare not stand up!"

Lin Han held the board in his hand and answered with his back straight.

Zhu Yunhuan sighed in his heart, this is reform, this is a loyal minister to the emperor.

"Why do you want to die?"

"Confucians do not know the four domestic animals, the five grains, and the world's teachings are in vain. They are disobedient to their ancestors and clans. How can they still be responsible for educating and enlightening all living beings? I, a humble servant, will die for the Ming Dynasty. I beg Your Highness to burn the books and bury the Confucians to revive the world!"

After Lin Han finished speaking, he kowtowed again, but this time he did not stand up straight. The blood stained the floor tiles in front of him red.

"How dare you! Lin Han, you are just a humble Imperial College chief priest, and you dare to attempt to dethrone the teachings of the sage!"

"Your Highness, I beg you to behead Lin Han and let everyone know!"

"You traitor, you also read the books of sages and you are also a Confucian disciple. Are you also going to be a heretic?"

"The words of Confucius and Mencius are the words of saints, and the teachings of Confucius and Mencius are the teachings of saints. Can you, a mere Imperial College chief priest, overturn them?"

"You are so arrogant! You are so crazy!"

As soon as Lin Han finished speaking, many people from the civil service group stood up and accused Lin Han.

Lin Han raised his head, eyes full of blood. "Your Highness, if Confucianism doesn't fall, the Ming Dynasty won't prosper! I am dying today, and I have no intention of leaving alive. My coffin is at the palace gate. If Your Highness doesn't agree with me today, I will hit my head against the steps and die, and my blood will splatter all over the Fengtian Palace!"

After saying that, Lin Han stood up directly, as if forcing Zhu Yunhuan to agree.

Zhu Yunhu's eyes were complicated. A loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty was about to be killed in the Fengtian Hall. The Ming Dynasty was about to lose a loyal minister.

Lin Han dares to be the first in the world and to set a precedent for scholars all over the world. He is truly a pioneer in the literary world and lives up to the style of a scholar!

"No! Confucianism is the ancestor of saints and the leader of hundreds of schools of thought. There are more than a hundred thousand Confucian scholars in the world. Burning books and burying scholars is not acceptable! My dear minister, please step down."

Zhu Yunhuan righteously rejected Lin Han's request.

The road to reform will always require bloodshed and sacrifice.

"Since Your Highness does not allow it, I have no choice but to die in protest!"

Lin Han looked at Zhu Yunhuan, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. The Ming Dynasty will prosper, and the literary world will prosper!

I will die without regrets!

After Lin Han finished speaking, he rushed directly to the palace steps in front of him and bumped into them headfirst.

The force was so great that it seemed as if the steps of the palace were shaking.

Lin Han's head was broken and bleeding, and the blood splattered on his official robe.

The hearts of all the civil and military officials in the court seemed to tremble with this bang.

"Lin Jijiu!"

Although Zhu Yunhuan was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw this scene.

Lin Han held on to his last breath and looked at Zhu Yunhuan who was sitting high up.

"Your Highness, this red official uniform is stained with the blood of the people. I, as an old minister, must do things that are worthy of the people. If Confucianism is not destroyed, the Ming Dynasty will not prosper..."