Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

The ability to distinguish right from wrong is too weak, and there is not enough judgment to distinguish between agitational words and inflammatory remarks.

When you are emotionally excited and your head is hot, you are easily influenced and manipulated by others.

If no one takes the lead, then nothing will happen, but once someone steps forward, things will be different.

If this person is the kind of person who is eloquent, has friendly relationships with others, and has a strong personal charm.

Then there is basically no need to think about the result, just like now.

Yao Qian's passionate and highly inflammatory speech immediately had an impact on the students.

What about the integrity, pride and righteousness of literati? Every word hits their sore spot.

In addition, there are so many people in the class, and once the atmosphere is set, things become natural.

So, as soon as Yao Qian finished speaking, someone responded immediately.

"Brother Yao is right. If we scholars sit back and watch evildoers wreak havoc on our country, then why should we study the books of sages? We might as well return to our hometown and farm!"

"That's right! If we are afraid of death now, how can we become good ministers like Censor Huang in the future?"

"Well! Since Brother Yao has such ambition, how can we back down? This matter will definitely help you. Let's go together!"

"Wait a minute, we alone are not enough to attract attention. Why don't we call other students together? Only when everyone works together can we accomplish this!"

I don’t know who said the last sentence, but it resonated with people immediately after it was spoken.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses. In their view, the more people there are, the less likely they will be punished afterwards.

So next, the students in the school began to call their friends.

The Imperial College was divided into six halls: the Ruxing Hall, the Chengxin Hall, the Chongzhi Hall, the Xiudao Hall, the Zhengyi Hall, and the Guangye Hall.

Under the instigation of the students, a considerable number of students in the six halls were aroused with anger.

One by one, they declared that Wei Wu, the evildoer who brought disaster to the world, must be punished!

I have to say that with so many people, it is really much more convenient to move around.

The Imperial College originally did not allow students to enter and leave freely, but in this situation, no one dared to stop them.

After the students came out of the school, they went to Huang Lang's house together under the leadership of Yao Qian.

Huang Lang, who was originally full of questions, turned pale instantly after hearing the students' purpose in looking for him.

Yes, he was scared!

Although Huang Lang is not very smart, he has been an official for many years.

It is true that he does need support, and the more people supporting him the better, but not in this way.

The support he needs is public opinion and the words and pens of the world's scholars, so that he will be safer.

But now, the behavior of these students, at the very least, is called forcing the emperor to abdicate, and at the most, it can even be considered as rebellion!

When Li Shimin first formed the Xuanwu Gate, he had only 800 men, and now half of them are almost at his doorstep.

Looking at the large group of people wailing in front of him, Huang Lang felt like crying.

These people are simply roasting him on the fire!

However, just when he was about to say something, these students did not give him a chance.

As the leader, Yao Qian simply waved his hand.

"Everyone, Imperial Censor Huang is seriously injured. Let's not disturb him and let him rest well."

"And Censor Huang has done everything he should have done. The next thing should be taken up by us, the younger generation!"

After saying that, Yao Qian turned and looked at Huang Lang.

"Master Huang, you should have a good rest. I will leave now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Qian took a step forward and led his men away.

Looking at the empty courtyard, Huang Lang seemed to have been drained of all his energy and spirit, and he sat down on the ground with a plop.

"It's over. This time, I'm dead. I'm dead..."

He sat on the ground in a daze, repeating himself to himself.

However, Huang Lang did not notice that behind him, a masked man with a murderous look in his eyes was quietly approaching.

At this critical moment, Huang Lang, who had lost all hope, suddenly raised his head.

"Yes, I can find them. Only they can save me. They can definitely save me!"

Thinking of his only hope of survival, Huang Lang immediately wanted to get up and stand up.

But before he could move, a hemp rope appeared out of nowhere at his throat.

Before he could even react to what was happening, the hemp rope suddenly contracted and strangled his neck.

With his life threatened, Huang Lang struggled desperately to resist, but it was in vain.

Not only did his struggle fail to achieve any effect, but he was also led into the room by the masked man.

Soon, blood spots began to appear in Huang Lang's eyes, and the skin on his face turned purple and swollen.

The tongue sticks out of the mouth uncontrollably, trying to get even a little bit of air.

It's a pity that this is destined to be a waste of effort.

As time passed, Huang Lang's strength seemed to be drained away, and his struggles became weaker and weaker.

Until the consciousness in his brain became blurred, and finally he kicked his legs and left this world completely.

But even so, the masked man still showed no intention of letting go, and only let go of the hemp rope after a few minutes.

However, this is not the end.

After confirming that Huang Lang was dead, the masked man took out a longer hemp rope and threw it onto the beam.

He wrapped the hemp rope around the beam and tied a knot, then lifted Huang Lang up and put his neck around the rope.

After making sure there were no loopholes, the masked man took out a pre-written letter from his arms.

On the white envelope, three big characters were written neatly - I will die for your advice!

If there is someone here who is familiar with Huang Lang, he will be able to tell at a glance that this is clearly Huang Lang's handwriting.

Placing the envelope in the most conspicuous place in the room, the masked man raised his head and looked at Huang Lang's body coldly.

Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

On the other side, after the students of the Imperial College came out of Huang Lang's house, Yao Qian immediately assigned them tasks.

In fact, it can’t be considered a distribution, because everyone has to do the same thing, which is to make Wei Wu’s evil deeds public.

The students scattered throughout the capital, recounting Wei Wu's actions and unorthodox remarks.

List his crimes and the possible consequences, and publicize them to the people.

Simply put, it is smearing and brainwashing through information bombardment.

This world has always been a place where people just follow the crowd. Some things become true if you say them enough times.

Most people have little knowledge, and this is an era where everything is inferior except reading.

In addition, those who said these things were all students from the Imperial College, so what they said was more likely to be believed by the common people.

As a result, the public opinion that was originally unfavorable to Wei Wu had now reached the point where it was against the will of heaven if Wei Wu did not die.

They even affectionately gave him a nickname - Wei Zei!

While the students were frantically inciting the people, a Jinyiwei was riding his horse at full speed towards the river.