Chapter 133 You are worthy of playing moral kidnapping! (5k)

In the restaurant,

The two people by the window looked at the scene below with smiles on their faces.

"Here we come." The man in the white robe chuckled, looking contented.

Hearing this, the man in blue robe looked out with a smile on his face: "Yes, we are finally here."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Pick up the wine glass and drink it all in one gulp.

…

At one end of the street, hundreds of people marched in mightily.

"Hand over Pixiu!"

"Hand over Pixiu!"

They shouted at the top of their lungs, the crowd was in high spirits, and they had a look of despair on their faces.

As the figures approached, everyone saw clearly that those people were all wearing the clothes of Imperial College students.

There were not only supervisors from the Imperial College, but also many literati and talented people.

The Jin Yiwei of the Zhenfu Division quickly rushed out and stopped everyone, but they did not dare to draw their swords.

Wearing a long gown with a coiled collar, a square scarf, long boots, and an elegant blue shirt, this is clearly the attire of a scholar.

Most of these people are famous people with various privileges. If they draw swords against each other for no reason, they will be punished by the world's literati the next day, and the officials and censors will complain one after another.

What's more, they will scold His Majesty as fatuous and allow the guards in royal robes to draw swords and kill people.

Even if they are Jin Yiwei, they don't dare to risk the disapproval of the world.

"Hand over Pixiu!"

"Hand over Pixiu!"

…

Everyone was still shouting loudly, without any intention of taking the Jin Yiwei in front of them seriously.

There is even a vague intention of approaching Beizhen Fusi.

"Shut up!"

Lin Mang suddenly let out a loud shout.

This violent shout was like a dragon roaring from heaven, and the true energy was vibrating, creating billowing waves of air.

The voices of hundreds of people were instantly drowned out by this sound.

You can hear the needle drop.

At this time, three gentle and elegant old men wearing Confucian shirts walked out of the crowd. One of them was holding a cane and standing in front of the crowd.

The old man holding a cane coughed, stepped out, and said seriously: "The old Imperial Master, Lu Wendao, has met all of you."

As he spoke, Lu Wendao bowed slightly.

At this time, not far from the street, a figure ran towards him, it was Li Jinzhong.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Jinzhong felt regretful and still took a step too slow.

Li Jinzhong hurriedly walked to Lin Mang, pulled him aside, and whispered: "Mr. Lin, this Lu Wendao is a great scholar in the world. He has a high reputation among literati. He has traveled all over the world and has a pretty good reputation among the people."

"This matter was planned by someone, just to target you, Mr. Lin."

He knew that Lin Mang paid little attention to these matters in Beijing, and he probably didn't know Lu Wendao's identity.

A great scholar like this in this world has a distinguished status, so anyone who sees him has to give him a bit of a thumbs-down.

Given Lin Mang's personality, it would be really troublesome if he really did something.

When he first saw this information, he felt sick in his heart.

The key is that this is an upright conspiracy. In addition, these people have special status. Without violating the law, it is difficult for even the Jin Yiwei to touch them.

This is also the reason why they are so confident.

What's more, this group of rotten literati have never cared about life and death, and are proud of leaving a name in history.

If the Jin Yiwei really dared to draw the sword, they would probably dare to stretch their necks and let the Jin Yiwei slash them.

Lin Mang glanced at Lu Wendao sideways and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for coming to inform me."

Li Jinzhong shook his head and said: "It's a small matter, but I'm still a step late."

"However, the other party did this secretly. It is still unclear who is behind the scenes. There are only a few small fish."

"This Lu Wendao probably doesn't know that he is being used as a gun."

Lin Mang nodded slightly, stepped towards Lu Wendao, and said coldly: "What does Lu Siye want to do?"

"This is Beizhen Fusi. Do you want to gather a crowd to cause trouble?"

"No!" Lu Siye shook his head and asked, "I wonder if Lin Qianhu is here?"

"I am."

Lu Wendao suddenly raised his head, stared at Lin Mang with burning eyes, and bowed slightly: "I have met Mr. Lin."

"I don't know that Mr. Lin is in person, so please don't blame me."

"We are here today to ask Mr. Lin to enshrine Pixiu to the country. Such auspicious beasts of heaven and earth should be worshiped by all people."

"It is the great fortune of the Ming Dynasty that you can obtain Pixiu, and it is also the great fortune of the common people!"

"Pixiu descended from the sky, this is God's recognition of my Ming Dynasty."

"As the old saying goes, Pixiu is an auspicious beast in the world. It has its own good luck and blessing. Our Ming Dynasty will prosper from day to day."

Lu Wendao's voice became louder and louder, and his face was excited.

Lin Mang's eyes narrowed slightly, and an icy cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Is this what you mean?"

Lu Wendao straightened his clothes and said solemnly: "This is the opinion of scholars like us, and it is also the opinion of millions of people!"

"As a court official, Mr. Lin should consider the world."

"The ancients often say that you should worry about the worries of the world first, and rejoice after the happiness of the world. This is an act for the country and the people. In the future, Mr. Lin will be respected by all people."

"I beg you, Master Lin, please bring me Pixiu!"

After saying that, Lu Wendao bowed.

Everyone behind him bowed and saluted.

"Master Lin, please bring out Pixiu!"

Lin Mang sneered secretly.

That's enough, even moral kidnapping is used.

I just don’t know whose handiwork this is.

Lin Mang's tone was a bit colder, and he said quietly: "This Pixiu is mine. What if I don't pay it to you?"

If an ordinary person had seen this, he would have already thought of shrinking back at this moment, but Lu Wendao was not moved at all and said impassionedly: "For the sake of the people of the world, I would like to kneel down and ask Master Lin today."

"I also ask Mr. Lin to give up his love and consider the people of the world."

After saying that, he lifted up his clothes and prepared to kneel down.

However, his knees could not kneel down no matter what, and a burst of true energy held up his body.

Lin Mang looked at this group of people coldly, murderous intent surging in his heart.

What an insidious plan!

If you really let this person kneel down, he will definitely be criticized by countless scholars tomorrow.

When a great scholar of the time knelt down for one of his guards, those who knew it was him who knelt down, and those who didn't know probably thought he forced the other person to kneel down.

And even if they knew, so what, they would only think that they were the ones who forced Lu Wendao, the great scholar of the time, to kneel down.

The group of officials in the court also had an excuse to target themselves.

At that time, the public sentiment is raging, and in order to appease this group of scholars, the man in the palace may have to make some remarks.

In the crowd, a person suddenly said: "I beg Mr. Lin to hand over Pi Xiu."

Everyone said in unison: "I beg Master Lin to hand over Pi Xiu."

Lin Mang didn't even look at the group of people, but looked down at Lu Wendao, with a serious tone: "Lu Siye, do you really want to do this?"

There are limits to his tolerance.

A trace of apology flashed in Lu Wendao's eyes, and he solemnly said: "Master Lin, we have raised forty thousand taels of silver and are willing to give it to Master Lin as compensation."
To be continued...