Chapter 1945

At this moment.

Hot blood was surging, bodies were trembling!

Many rumors in Changancheng now are unbelievable, true or false are hard to distinguish.

But what Chi Potian said was extremely easy to distinguish.

These are iron-clad facts!

These are achievements that cannot be erased!

These are the brilliant righteousness that can illuminate the darkness!

This is not something that can be covered up by a few words of public opinion or a little bit of slander!

Huang Zhizhan was the first who couldn't help it, jumping out, his eyes red, his voice hoarse, "Brother Chi is right, Prime Minister Gao's merit can be testified by the sun and moon, and can be verified by gods and demons!"

"Is this something that can be slandered by a few words from treacherous officials?"

The Han Lin scholars also couldn't help it one after another.

"Yes!"

"If it weren't for Prime Minister Gao, how could bamboo paper be so cheap?"

"Unparalleled merit, no one can cover it, nor can anyone slander it; we scholars read the sage books and cultivate the righteous spirit!"

"Black is black, white is white, black and white are distinct, how can others slander them!"

Chen Wanjuan and Lin Shuhan also stood out, their blood boiling, "Brother Chi, what do you say we should do?"

"What to do?"

Chi Potian's body stiffened, his sharp spirit surging to the clouds.

At this moment, he didn't care anymore.

Fame, wealth, power, and even this life were nothing to him!

He thought to himself.

My name is Chi Potian, so let me... pierce through this sky!

"I want to knock on the palace gate and petition for Prime Minister Gao!" Chi Potian swept his gaze around, his look arrogant and unrestrained, "You all—dare to go with me?"

"Chi Potian, are you crazy?"

"Don't you want your future and life?"

Su Wenling panicked.

He looked unbelievable, and even felt a fear from the bottom of his heart.

Chi Potian said lightly, "The future is truly precious, life is even more so, if it is for my heart, both can be thrown away!"

"If I can make His Majesty and Prime Minister Gao reconcile, what is there to fear in death for me, Chi Potian?"

After the words fell.

The Han Lin Academy was shocked.

"Well said!"

"If it is for my heart, both can be thrown away!"

"We scholars, why fear death?"

"Go together!"

"Go together!"

"If you see injustice in the world and remain indifferent, unable to distinguish right from wrong, then reading the sage books for more than ten years is better than feeding them to dogs!"

"I will go with Brother Chi!"

For a time, the crowd was indignant.

Su Wenling panicked.

If the Han Lin scholars took the lead in petitioning and knocked on the palace gate, this matter would become huge, undoubtedly his dereliction of duty as a Grand Scholar!

"I see who dares to go!"

"Follow me to block this door!"

"Notify the Nine Gates Yamen to come quickly to suppress the riot!"

Su Wenling waved his hand and gave the order.

Some Han Lin scholars showed struggle, their footsteps moving, blocking the door.

"Brother Chi, the door is blocked! If we can't rush out, when the government soldiers arrive, all our efforts will be wasted!"

Chen Wanjuan scolded the scholars behind Su Wenling, "A bunch of sycophants, the sage books have all been read into dogs' stomachs."

This scolding made some scholars lower their heads in shame.

Su Wenling's eyes were cold, carrying the arrogance of mastering everything, and he said lightly, "Don't be shaken by thieves; His Majesty is wise and clear, how could he be wrong?"

"That reckless person, Prime Minister Gao, not dying is already a great imperial favor!"

The corners of Chi Potian's mouth curled up in a cold, determined, and crazy smile.

He didn't rush to the door, but turned around and walked in large strides to one side; that was... the direction of the latrine.

"Brother Chi!"

Everyone was stunned and puzzled.

They saw Chi Potian walk to the side of the latrine, his gaze accurately landing on an old mop covered in filth in the corner.

He didn't hesitate at all, bent down to pick up the mop, and then...

Under the terrified, sluggish, and unbelievable gaze of everyone!

His arm swung heavily!

Pfft!

The dirty mop head was fiercely and solidly thrust into the latrine behind him, which was full of golden juice, and then he used his wrist to rotate and stir!

After a moment.

Chi Potian lifted the mop with one arm.

An indescribable, intense fragrance that was suffocating instantly spread!

Under the illumination of the golden sunlight, on the mop head, the thick, golden, and alluringly lustrous soup dripped, emitting an unparalleled divine radiance!

"Hiss!"

Su Wenling's pupils shrank.

The Han Lin scholars behind him also felt their scalps go numb instantly.

Chi Potian held this "peerless divine weapon" with one hand, like a demon god returning from hell, step by step, walking back into the field with an invincible pace.

Like a war god, he swept his gaze forward, his eyes cold, crazy, but carrying a kind of calm that pierced through human weaknesses.

"Now—"

Chi Potian pointed the mop dripping with golden juice forward, his voice not high, but carrying a majesty that made the soul tremble.

"Who—dares—to—stop—me?!"

In an instant.

The scholars behind Su Wenling ran away seven or eight out of ten.

If this filthy thing touched them, it would be too sour and refreshing!

Su Wenling panicked.

He looked at Chi Potian, who was holding the mop as if he were going to suppress all enemies in the world, his heart trembling, and his legs began to shake uncontrollably.

But he still didn't dare to move.

"You... you... I am the Han Lin Grand Scholar! Personally appointed by the Son of Heaven, how dare you..."

He glared, wanting to suppress him with momentum.

Chi Potian's expression was calm, and he was too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

Nonsense?

He, Chi Potian, never talked nonsense!

The response to Su Wenling was only—

As Chi Potian's arm swung, golden soup splashed!

And then,

Heavily!

Slap!

Printed on Su Wenling's old face!