Zhao Mengqi stood at the head of Hening Gate and looked down at the dark crowd not far away.

Single people are always small, but once they gather, they are like mountains and seas, but they are overwhelming, which shocks the world.

‘Water can carry a boat, or it can overturn the boat!’

This sentence that Li Er often talks about has become a famous saying for generations. Zhao Mengqi is naturally familiar with it, but now he has gained insights intuition and realization.

Since ancient times, those who play politics have loved and hated the power of the group.

If you use it well, you will be invincible and help you succeed. If you use it poorly and lose control, you will be backfired by this power and your corpse will be gone!

But there are always people who like to dance on the edge of a cliff and run horses on the steel wire. The person who sets off this trend in front of him is, in fact, Zhao Mengqi is the same!

Zhao Mengqi withdrew his gaze and said, "Go down, I'll meet them!"

"Your Highness! A gentleman does not set up a dangerous wall! You can't go!" Chang Geng was so scared that his face turned pale, he didn't even care about his tone, and hurriedly stopped Zhao Mengqi.

"What kind of dangerous wall is this?" Zhao Mengqi raised his hand and tapped Chang Geng's breastplate twice, grinning, "Besides, I'm not a gentleman, don't worry, as long as I am still the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, they dare not make any changes. If something happens to me, everyone will have to be buried with me. How can they bear to bear it?"

Before the city gate opened, Chang Geng advised again, "Your Highness, wait for a while, and I will summon the guards immediately."

"No, it's enough to have you a few, open the door!"

A long creaking sound passed by, and the heavy gate of the Baotou Tiecheng was completely opened.

"It's time to get oil..." Zhao Mengqi took out his ears and stepped out of the city gate.

Chang Geng, Zeng Ba, Wu Qiong and the four of them followed closely, with the pages of their bodies rustling.

Looking at the dense heads not far away, I was straightforward and a little dry mouth. I subconsciously pulled the belt under my throat.

"Are you scared?" Wu Qiong's voice was joking.

"Yes." Integrity is really honest.

This made Wu Qiong laugh at him any longer, but instead comforted him, "Don't be afraid, just treat them as wheat in the field..."

After standing for more than an hour, Hu Zhongyi's feet were numb. When he was impatient, he heard the sound of the city gate opening. He couldn't help but feel excited and looked up.

I saw that the imperial guards array in front of the city gate was split, and a passage broke out in the middle. A young man wearing a crane flap walked out in a swagger and marched towards him.

He had never seen Zhao Mengqi before, so he naturally couldn't recognize him. He was wondering in his heart that when he walked on the street, he was either beaten or fell.

Yuan Ze, who was beside him, recognized Zhao Mengqi, but was surprised. King Zhong? How dare he?

At this time, nearly 10,000 people had gathered on the Imperial Street. Some of the people in front saw Zhao Mengqi, and a few people knew Zhao Mengqi, such as students of the sect, and they spread all over the place, causing an uproar.

"Is this the Loyal King? He looks thin and weak, and he still has fairy spirit in his politeness. How could he kill someone?"

"Shi… People should not behave like appearance, and bad people will not engrave words on their faces..."

"Don't forget, he is now possessed by the evil dragon, and his heart is poisoned!"

"Then he is so brave. Don't he know that everyone is coming for him?"

"I heard that he was a fool before, so he might have gotten sick again."

"Since he has come and hasn't brought a few people yet, why don't we go up and beat him to death? Wouldn't the strange disease in the city be cured?"

"Zhi Niang, you are afraid you were kicked by a donkey. You dare to say this, aren't you afraid of killing the Nine Clans?... Stay away from me, don't say we know each other!"

Amid all kinds of horror and discussion, Zhao Mengqi walked straight to the two little girls. Just as everyone was guessing what he was going to do, and even worried about the two little girls, Zhao Mengqi unbuttoned the belt of the crane flask, took it off, then pulled the two girls together and put the crane flask on them.

"Don't you be hypocritical! You murderer!"

Cai Li's voice was harsh, but he did not dare to approach Zhao Mengqi. He just plucked up the courage to scold, "Da Ya Er Ya, it was him who killed your father. We don't want his clothes! Take it off!"

Two girls are six years old and less than five years old. They are still confused about the world and know that they have lost their father and their lives have become miserable, but they do not have a very specific concept of murder. Moreover, they do not think the man in front of them is terrible, but they feel very friendly.

But my mother had to listen to her words, so both of them reached out to untie the belt that Zhao Mengqi tied.

Zhao Mengqi held their hands and smiled gently, "When others don't care about your warmth and coldness, remember to care about yourself."

The two sisters looked at him, confused and puzzled, but seemed to understand what he meant again, stopped, hugged in the crane cloak, and depended on each other to keep warm.

Zhao Mengqi smiled with relief, straightened his body, looked at Cai Li, and his face turned cold, "Children are innocent, don't treat them as tools! You know the reason why you come here, and I know too. What you should play is almost done, so stop."

The cold and sharp eyes seemed to pierce into Cai Li's heart, and the insight into all her thoughts made her open her mouth and unable to say a word for a long time.

"Fake good and false righteousness! They have fallen into such miserable misery, but it's your gift from you!? Do you think that using small favors and favors is just a deceiving person in the world now??"

Hearing this question, Zhao Mengqi looked up and saw that he was a white-clothed student in his twenties, looking like Zhou Zheng and with a look of righteousness.

"Who are you?"

"Tai student, Hu Zhongyi." The voice was loud and I wish everyone could hear it.

Hu Zhongyi held his head up and his chest as if illuminated by the light of the right way, and he achieved twelve points of fear of the powerful and respecting the truth!

"Ha, it turns out to be a scholar..." Zhao Mengqi chuckled, "You said I am a false benevolence and righteousness. Then I think you must have true benevolence and righteousness?"

Hu Zhongyi said proudly, "Although students are not talented, they always keep in mind the teachings of saints. The five constants of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are the foundation of self-cultivation!"

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Mengqi seemed to have heard the funnyest joke in the world.

This unscrupulous laugh made Hu Zhongyi angry, "What are you laughing at? Did I say the wrong thing?"

Zhao Mengqi suddenly laughed and said solemnly, "What is benevolence? A benevolent loves people, especially the elderly, weak, women and children! These two girls account for three of them, but now they are frozen all over their bodies. You have been indifferent under your nose for so long. Where is your benevolence? Is it true that the saints are so kind?"

Perhaps, Zhao Mengqi is not as good as these scholars when talking about Confucianism seriously, but he is very good at grasping a certain point and using logical thinking to argue.

The simple truth, straightforward language, and clear and rigorous organization not only made Hu Zhongyi's question confused, but also made the nearby people think in surprise.

But Zhao Mengqi did not let Hu Zhongyi go easily, "Also, don't say that you don't know my identity. Until now, I have never seen you salute me, and I have never seen you speak to me, and I have never seen you humble me. Have you forgotten even the superiors and inferiors? Are you embarrassed to say that you are polite? As for wisdom, I forgive my clumsy eyes, I really don't see you have it. I guess the other two must be done."

This is simply shrimp and pig heart.

Hu Zhongyi held a mouthful of thick blood in his throat, holding on with pain, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

But the poisonous tongue continues, "You are a person who disrespects the Three Bonds and does not have the Five Constant Virtues, and you are worthy of being a Taishi student? I think there is a big problem here. How did you get into the Taishi? I think it is necessary to investigate it strictly! I will advise the court to deprive you of your academic qualifications and not be hired for life!"

As he said that, Zhao Mengqi deliberately swept his eyes towards the students of the three schools, scaring them torture and then retreating, dodging, for fear that King Zhong would see his face clearly.

Hu Zhongyi finally couldn't stand it anymore, and spit out a cavity of old blood and fell to the ground with a bang!
Chapter completed!