Outside the elegant house on the top of the mountain, it was a dark night without stars. In the elegant house were gathered several old scholars from Jiangnan scholars who had just come to Yingtian City from various places for study tours a few days ago.

I saw a few people with angry expressions on their faces, and their faces were flushed with spots left over from the vicissitudes of life.

In front of these old scholars were Zhao Mian, the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, who was cross-legged and somewhat sleepy. There was also Liu Sanwu, the Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, who had his head lowered. At this time, he was holding a piece of very poor quality in his hands, but

The writing on it was printed on a large piece of paper.

Liu Sanwu looked at the handwriting on the paper, and veins popped out. He pinched the paper into a ball and held it tightly in his hands, then raised his head and looked at the senior Confucians.

"When I heard what happened in front of Hongwu Gate today, I felt something was very wrong."

"As expected..." Liu Sanwu sighed: "As expected, in just a few hours, the whole city is full of such filthy words! You are really unworthy of a man! It is extremely abominable!"

"There must be someone behind this!"

An old scholar roared with eyes almost on fire.

Another person tore up the paper in front of him that was filled with false accusations.

"I have never suffered such an insult in my life!"

"The thief is disgusting!"
Chapter completed!