After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Chapter 94 Who is the Mastermind?

As the last ray of dusk faded away, Liao Chengyi ordered his subordinates to light the lamps and even had someone prepare dinner. "You all have worked so hard. It's a rare opportunity for us to get together. Why don't we have dinner again tonight before leaving?"

No one in the hall had the energy to listen to his jokes, and Master Su felt like he was living a year in a day, feeling extremely uneasy.

"Hey, don't be anxious. Lord Zhang is always serious about his work, so it won't take too long. Just wait patiently." Liao Cheng said while drinking the tea slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lord Zhang rushing over. Master Su suddenly sat up and stepped forward and said, "Lord Zhang, can you let me see my son?"

"no need."

No need, no need... Could it be that the child is already dead? Master Su's breathing stagnated.

"Su Qinghe has already pleaded guilty." Zhang Zhe said, "You all should go back. We will see each other again after a careful examination and sentencing."

Confess... Master Su took a deep breath, but then his eyes turned red, "Sir, did you use torture?"

When Zhang Zhe heard him ask this, he didn't react for a moment.

At this time, the news of Su Qinghe's confession also spread outside.

Knowing that there were students surrounding the place, Zhang Zhe asked someone to tell these students that Su Qinghe had already confessed his guilt, and they should just give up and do what they had to do.

None of the students outside the door left yet, and some even lit torches, with light and darkness blending together. When they heard the news coming from inside, the students suddenly fell silent.

Humph, I let you make trouble, and now you’re getting slapped in the face. You’re in the wrong, so childish!

"Alright, alright, let's all go. Su Qinghe has already confessed his guilt. He was the one who did this. There's no point in you staying here any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone among the students shouted, "The Beijing officials used torture to extract a confession! The Qinghe boy was also tortured into confessing..."

What do you mean by torture? The man frowned and was about to scold, but the students had already started to make a mess.

"Master Qinghe was forced to confess."

"The imperial official was tortured into confessing."

"They went too far."

"Let him go, let him go."

The crowd surged, more torches were lit, some people waved them high, and the dazzling flames rushed towards the door.

The sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard in Mo City under the night sky. Countless eyes suddenly turned towards the closed doors and shops.

Have the Beijing soldiers come to arrest people?

Countless trembling voices were heard behind him.

The lanterns in the streets illuminated the hasty horses in the carriages passing by, but it was obvious that they were not soldiers from Beijing, but ordinary people. But they were not ordinary people, to be specific.

"Hey, that seems to be the master of the Weng family in East Street."

"That, that one belongs to the eldest master of the Qian family."

There were still many people watching on the street, and a series of names kept coming out of their mouths. They were all famous families in Mo City. These people were running fast on the street, making the people unable to hold back their temper and walked out.

"What happened? What happened?"

Everyone was asking each other questions and inquiring about each other.

"Are you going to escape from Mo City?"

This person who asked the question first caused a panic, but the news was soon discovered.

"Oh, stop guessing. I know what's going on."

"It's the students from Qinghe College who surrounded Yi Garden with green. It is said that they arrested a student today, and the students are speaking up for their classmate!"

The news came as a shock.

“Are these students all crazy?”

"Have all the officials in Beijing been arrested?"

"The people who just passed by were anxious to call their children back!"

This is a big disaster.

Those who can go to school are all from wealthy families, and those who can go to Qinghe College are from powerful families. For a while, there were people and carriages in Mo City.

There was chaos at the entrance of Yiyuan Garden, and the gate had been closed. The Beijing soldiers guarding outside the gate formed a human wall with weapons in their hands, trying to prevent the students from approaching, but they failed to stop their anger.

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

There was some scattered chaos originally, but now under the leadership of the students, everyone was in unison. One of them even stood on the top of the carriage, took off his robe and used it as a torch to illuminate the entire scene. This scene made the students nervous and excited.

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

Dozens of teachers and university officials also gathered and blocked the students' way, trying to persuade them loudly, but to no avail.

"They are using torture to extract confessions and are aiding and abetting the evil to bully our students in Mocheng." A student shouted loudly and rushed forward.

The instructor recognized the student who was rushing forward and shouted, "Ye Muyang, step back." Several people rushed up and hugged his waist and abdomen, stopping this little boy who was like a newborn calf.

Ye Muyang didn't care and threw the torch in his hand into the garden.

"Let go!"

The torches passed over the wall of people, over the carved gate, and landed in the garden.

The students immediately learned from this operation and followed suit.

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

There were shouts and torches being thrown in continuously, and some strong students even threw them at the Beijing soldiers like little brothers and calves, because they did not have enough strength.

This action made the officers and soldiers angry. This was considered an attack.

"How dare you, students, not retreat!"

An officer who was hit by the torch shouted loudly, took a step forward, and swung his spear at the student who threw the torch.

When Ye Muyang was stopped by the instructor, he actually paused for a moment, and at the same time, he kept his eye on the students behind him. With himself as the boundary, he threw torches forward, but there was chaos and there were too many people. Some students did not have enough strength to move forward, and because of their shaking hands, their aim was not good, which led to the scene just now.

Seeing that the soldier's spear was about to come towards him, the student and the people behind him held their breath and became motionless.

The shouting around seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone present also stopped breathing after seeing this scene...

With a clang, the spear was blocked by a crutch that suddenly rushed out, and a thin and inconspicuous figure stood in front of the student who had not yet reacted.

"They're using weapons, you all stand back!"

The voice was flat and steady, and amid the noise it could still convey this message to the students at the back who couldn't see the scene ahead clearly.

Did they use weapons?

Is it going to start bleeding?

"But, they have used weapons, what are we afraid of?"

"We are unarmed. This voice is unusually calm, calming the rioting students. But even if they use weapons, what does it matter? We have righteousness. They use power to intimidate, and we respond with silence."

The young man raised his hand and pushed the cane forward. The soldier felt a strong force coming and could not resist the force and took a few steps back. With a clang, the cane retreated. The young man pushed the student in front of him back and sat down on the ground.

Then some students followed, and two or three students came to the front and waved for everyone to step back, and then they sat down as well.

"Back off and sit down."

"Everyone sit down!"

The fact that the students were sitting on the ground made those holding weapons look uneasy.

"We are not afraid of intimidation and we remain silent. We do not make a fuss and ask if they are throwing swords at us."

"We are sitting on the ground and asking, if the saints are not afraid, why should we be afraid?"

Watching this farce, because the students were all sitting on the ground, the teachers and officers breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. It was cold in the late autumn night, but they were all sweating.

"Thank God, there was no bloodshed... Fortunately, there were no casualties..." Fortunately, he was stopped by the students. As soon as he said this, a flash of thought came to his mind and he came back to his senses.

That can't be true. They were stopped by the students. They were the ones who started the incident, and then they stopped it themselves. Why does it feel like everything is under their control?

The instructor and the officer subconsciously looked towards the group of students. They were no longer waving torches and shouting, but were all silent. There were still some torches scattered around because of the chaos just now. The night wind blew, and the reflections on their faces flickered. However, their anger and momentum did not diminish in the slightest, forming another kind of confrontation with the previous intimidation of the officers and soldiers.

From fierce to uniform, from noisy to the current retreat without fear, this did not seem like a sudden idea, but rather something that had been premeditated. The instructors and minor officials looked at them in doubt, wondering when this started and why these instructors did not notice it at all.

Who is behind this?