Qing Yao

Chapter 367 Sigh, what a mess this is.
Did the old master hit someone?

The esteemed scholar of a province beat me up!

The doorman, whose nose was bleeding from the beating, let out a loud howl like a pig being slaughtered: "The Grandmaster is beating people! The Grandmaster is beating people!"

The constables at the gate only realized what was happening at this moment and hurriedly chased after the old master who had rushed in.

"Zhao Youlu, come out here, come out here!"

The Provincial Education Commissioner had already "blown up" the entire Provincial Governor's Office. The commotion was so great that countless armed yamen runners rushed to the "scene of the crime" from all directions. The clerks and clerks in the various offices who were working also peeked out from their offices, all of them looking terrified: Who had the audacity to curse the Provincial Governor!
Upon discovering that it was a senior scholar from the Education Bureau, the clerks were immediately relieved: Well, the Education Bureau official had been forced to come knocking on their door!
"Master, master, no, no!"

Steward Chen, who was chasing after him, was also terrified by his master's outburst. He tried desperately to calm him down, but his master was already in a fit of rage. He had thrown all thoughts of being a Hanlin scholar and a provincial master to the wind. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to find that bastard Zhao Youlu who had bought his way into the academy. Even if it meant turning the Anhui Provincial Administration Commission upside down, he had to find that bastard!
I completely understand your feelings. No one has ever bullied the academic affairs officer like this before.

He was like a stubborn donkey that had gone mad, constantly pushing aside the yamen runners who tried to block his way, staggering and rushing towards the second hall without regard for anything else.

"Zhao Youlu, come out here! You have the guts to stop my salary, but not the guts to come out and see me!"

The academic official was yelling and cursing as he rushed over, his voice becoming hoarse from yelling.

However, more and more yamen runners were blocking the way, but these runners did not dare to actually make a move. After all, the person in front of them was a provincial scholar. Even if he had a grudge against their provincial governor, he was not someone they could arrest or beat.

But they couldn't really let the Education Commissioner cause such a scene in the yamen. Helpless, they could only form a loose human wall to try to block the furious Education Commissioner with their bodies, while all of them pleaded, "Master, calm down, calm down!"

"Sir, you can't do that! You can't do that!"

"Please calm down, sir, let's talk this out."

"Lord Zhao is busy with official duties and may not be in the yamen."

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The yamen runners tried to persuade them with kind words. To be honest, this was the first time they had ever encountered a provincial governor coming to their door, and they really lacked experience in handling such emergencies.

"Bullshit! Zhao Youlu is inside, he's hiding from me! All of you, get out of my way!"

The academy official was so angry that he even swore and wouldn't listen to the yamen runners' advice. In his eyes, these yamen runners were undoubtedly Zhao Youlu's accomplices, and the more they tried to stop him, the angrier he became.

Seeing that the constables refused to let him pass, the provincial education commissioner, in a fit of anger, once again brandished his fists, shoving and shouting.

Before one of the constables could dodge, he was struck squarely in the face by the old master. The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he couldn't muster the courage to fight back.

"Lord Xu, you are the provincial literary master, what brings you here?"

A clerk from the nearest household office came over to try and persuade him, but the provincial education commissioner shoved him around, scattering the official documents he was holding all over the floor.

Another constable who tried to hug the provincial education commissioner from behind was also elbowed in the chest by the commissioner, who cried out in pain and squatted down.

Slay the gods if they come, slay the Buddhas if they come!
The provincial education commissioner swung his fists wildly, injuring several staff members of the provincial governor's office, creating a chaotic scene.

Because the yamen runners dared not use excessive force, they could only try to control the rampaging old master like coaxing a child. However, the provincial education commissioner ignored their advice and, in the struggle, managed to break through the first line of human defense and reach the courtyard in front of the second hall. By this time, more officials and yamen runners had arrived after hearing the news, and the courtyard was surrounded by about a hundred people, including many of the provincial governor's personal guards armed with weapons.

The area outside the second hall was completely surrounded by staff. Seeing the usually dignified academic official throwing a tantrum like a shrew, some staff members were shocked and incredulous, some chuckled and felt their eyes were opened, and some felt sorry for him.

In any case, the provincial literary leader represents not only the face of the imperial court, but also the face of scholars.

Apart from the yamen runners and soldiers, every staff member in the provincial governor's office was well-versed in classical Chinese literature.

The onlookers and staff had all sorts of opinions.

"No, this person is our old master? How could the old master be so shameless?"

"Hey, we've been pushed to the limit by the provincial governor. Without money, even the most upright people will turn into corrupt ones."

"Look, look! Chief Li has gone to report the news. Let's see how Lord Zhao cleans up this mess."

"What are we packing up for? Let's go see a play! It'll be so much more lively and interesting than a theater!"

Although the staff members tried to keep their voices down, some of their chatter still reached the ears of the academic master, further provoking him to the point of almost exploding. He grabbed a pebble from a flowerpot at his feet and threw it at the second hall.

Immediately afterward, a cry of "Ouch!" rang out, and Old Song, the director of the provincial governor's office, appeared in everyone's sight, clutching his forehead.

Just then, a somewhat helpless voice rang out from under the second hall corridor: "Lord Xu, you are, after all, a literary master of this province. Isn't this kind of behavior inappropriate? Even if Lord Xu wants to see me, there's no need to be so aggressive."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Provincial Governor standing on the steps, his brows furrowed as he looked at the Education Commissioner, who resembled a wounded old wolf.

Zhao An's appearance instantly silenced the courtyard. The yamen runners and officials bowed their heads and dared not make a sound, but their eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

There's something good to watch!
"Zhao Youlu!"

The academic official suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Zhao An, his eyes wide and round. Zhao An could clearly feel the anger conveyed in his eyes without needing to translate it.

How to put it? His eyes seemed to want to devour Zhao Ansheng alive.

Zhao An felt a little guilty, and seeing that there were too many staff members watching, he coughed lightly to ask them to disperse. Unexpectedly, the provincial education commissioner in front of him suddenly let out a low growl: "Zhao Youlu, I'll fight you to the death!"

Then, he suddenly lunged at Zhao An on the steps.

This lunge was a display of the full strength and dignity of the Provincial Education Commissioner, and it was quite imposing. It was just a pity that the Commissioner had exhausted too much energy being held back by the yamen runners earlier. Although it looked powerful, it actually had no real lethality.

How could three or four tall, burly armed yamen runners allow the old master to injure the provincial governor? They quickly swarmed forward and lifted the old master up.

"Release me! Release me!"

The provincial education commissioner was suspended in mid-air, his old arms and legs flailing wildly, still cursing loudly: "Zhao Youlu, you treacherous villain, you cruel official who exploits scholars! You cut off the food supply to my provincial education commissioner's office, which is to cut off the roots of all scholars in the province! Your heart is despicable, and I swear I will never let you get away with this!"

(End of this chapter)