Hearing this sentence, Chang Gun couldn't help but feel numb.

But before he could come up with anything, Gao Yue shouted out the last direct complaint method, "We will go to Zhaoling and crying tomb!"

So the sentient beings cried again, beat their chests and stamped their feet, and shouted in conjunction with the head of the pan, "We are all a pile of dry firewood in the ghost market in Wubenfang. You might as well go to Zhaoling Crying Tomb. If you want to fight or kill, you will listen to the emperor."

Now, all the emotions that have been accumulated in the hearts of the students of the Imperial College have erupted. They are all lower-class students, and most of their fathers are bureaucrats under the fifth rank. Now, the sons of third-rank officials of the imperial court can go directly to Chongwen and Hongwen Second Hall, and those in power in the fourth rank can also connect with each other. Only these students are left in the Imperial College and have to take the scientific examination after passing the profession. Year after year, although the hope is indeed slim, it is absolutely impossible to give up their final benefits - free food and accommodation in the Imperial College.

In that case, it means that the Imperial College has no name and is actually dead.

You must never give in!

Why do we have to make sacrifices? Why don’t we fulfill our promises during our lifetime?

"We must go to Cry!" Hundreds of people shouted out their common voices in this way.

Emperor Taizong, you have to open your eyes and see what a miserable situation the emperor’s disciple had at this time!

Just when all the students were in a row, Chang Gun completely lost his patience. He sternly asked the Jinwu soldiers to suppress them as soon as possible, and asked for additional requests: immediately escort Gao Yue, who was leading the way, to the Jingzhao Prefecture Party in Guangdefang, and talk about one hundred and sixty sticks.

But the Jinwu soldiers hesitated and said: Just beating a drum to hear the sound of the drum. If it really happens, it will be difficult to explain if the Holy Lord pursues the matter.

As a result, at this moment, a voice came from "Stop!"

The soldiers, including Chang Gun, looked back and saw where the sound was made.

As a result, the next second, everyone shouted long live and bowed down.

The eunuchs lit torches and led a car with umbrellas to come along the central imperial road and parked at the Wei Que between the West Court and the East Court. The people sitting upright were all over the sky crown and red and yellow robe. Behind them were all important officials in the robe of red and purple robe. They were not the emperors of the dynasty!?

The students of the Imperial College initially expressed surprise, and then shouted in unison, "Word the Saint!" and all bowed down.

"Is it him?" Gao Yue indeed saw that the old man steamed Hu was following the emperor's car, and the purple robe and goldfish bag. It seemed that Liu Yan was undoubtedly.

The Jinwu general next to Liu Yan, Wu Coo, the uncle of Emperor Daizong, stood up and waved his arms. The Jinwu soldiers who surrounded the disciples quickly retreated.

Gao Yue made a quick decision and handed over the complaint from the Imperial College to the emperor's carriage.

"Mr., you dare to beat the Dengwen Gu, are you very brave?" Huo Zhongyi smiled and took Wen Zhi from Gao Yue's hand, and then handed it over to Emperor Daizong.

Emperor Daizong on the car took a brief look at the fire, and then said, "I have seen the suffering of the disciples with my own eyes today, and I know it in my heart. All five of these things are accurate."

Hundreds of students from the Imperial College immediately burst into great cheers and kowtowed to thank them.

Chang Gun was angry and embarrassed, so he wanted to raise his sleeves to persuade the emperor.

Emperor Daizong immediately took a photo of the car that was pulling off the car. He did not let Chang Gun say it, but stared at Gao Yue, "You are Gao Yue, the nephew of Gao Gong of Bohai? I can agree to you in all the five statutes on this situation, but don't forget what are the identities of you and the group of students of the Imperial College behind you? The disciples of the emperor, but they are all my students. However, no one in the Imperial College was the first to be awarded this year. What is lost is my face and makes me laugh in the world! If you really go to Zhaoling tonight, are you confident to cry? Gao Yue, you answered me, is it enough, or is it not enough?"

Gao Yue hurriedly bowed his head and prepared to think about it.

After all, this was his first time talking to the emperor. His original plan was to stop the prime minister, but he didn't expect that the emperor would be shocked.

At the same time, Liu Yan, who was driving there, stroked his beard and was also waiting for Gao Yue's reply.

However, Gao Yue's silence was short-lived.

Soon, everyone present heard a clear sentence, "The Ministry of Rites will be awarded a tribute to the Ministry of Rites in the coming year, and the Jinshi will be awarded a pride!"

This was said by Gao Yue himself, in front of the emperor's carriage.

Drawing the spine is a common saying that Gao Yue learned from the Tang Dynasty, which means "If you die, you must die", that is, "I will pass the Jinshi if I die."

Looking at Gao Yue's serious expression, Daizong, who was originally full of anger, suddenly laughed, and then laughed so hard that he couldn't stop.

The officials, soldiers, eunuchs and eunuchs all around the car laughed loudly.

Only Liu Yan and Chang Gun were not laughing, the former was thinking, while the latter was too twitching.

"Gao Langjun, Master Gao, you have no jokes in front of you, please remember." Huo Zhongyi reminded with a slight smile.

"Gao Yue, don't forget, from the moment you sent the complaint just now, it was considered a 'invitation for a car driver'. That is to say, if you give up the exam again next year, three crimes will be committed, and a total of 240 sticks will be beaten. At that time, I am afraid that you will really be hit and your soul will be gone. Don't say that I didn't expect it." After that, Emperor Daizong took off and left.

A while later, in the corner of the palace wall, Chang Gun personally asked Ming the bookkeeper who had just retired from Yanying's palace. Since he left, the Holy Lord had broken up.

The clerk reported to him, "Jiang Xiangguo had just passed away, and the Holy Lord said that he was inconvenient to immediately become the new Secretariat Minister."

Chang Gun was happy when he said this.

But the clerk immediately added, "The Holy Lord specially appointed the clerk of the Secretariat Cui Youfu as the Secretariat Minister for the temporary position of the Secretariat Minister."

Chang Gun immediately felt a pot of snow water poured on his head.

Then the Literature Office reported to him, "The Holy Lord felt that the posthumous title of Yang Xiangguo was inappropriate."

Oh, Chang Gun immediately turned sadness into joy.

But the Book Office immediately said, "The Holy Lord changed his posthumous title, Wen Jian."

Chang Gun was so angry that he shook his sleeves straight.

"There is also Changmenlang. The last order of the Holy Lord was that Su Duan, the doctor of Bi, was arguing about his superiors, and his words were crazy and disobedient. He had been demoted to Chaozhou to serve as a sihu in the army..."

After saying that, the bookkeeper looked around vigilantly and fearfully, bowed to Chang Gun, and then hurriedly left.

With a "bang", Chang Gun's fist hit the palace wall hard, and blood was suddenly stained with blood on the joints, and a slight dust fell down.

"Gao Yue..." Chang Gun's teeth made a violent friction, and he needed a target to vent his anger.

The red gate of the Imperial College of Wubenfang was pushed open by several Jinwu soldiers and soldiers in the shops in the night, shouting, "Gao Langjun is back!"

Then Gao Yue sat on his face and raised his carriage. Amid the lively cheers, he was carried by more than a dozen students and four students. More people were like dancing, holding their hands in front, back and forth, and returning to the Imperial College like triumphant. "We have successfully heard the drums of the Chinese people. The Holy Lord personally agreed to our conditions. There is no need to worry about food and clothing this year. Moreover, the students of the Imperial College will be sent off from Jingzhao Prefecture in the next year, and it is expected to be successful!"

Just as everyone was cheering, Gao Yue, who was carrying the carriage, closed his eyes, but he knew very well in his heart:
Chapter completed!