After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Chapter 146: Rebellious son, call me daddy?

Except for the Dali Temple Chief who was waiting under the palace wall, almost all the officials of the Dali Temple currently in Beijing were here.

This is a huge event.

Everyone was silently on edge.

Yuan Qing did not change into his official robe and just walked outside the conference room.

Low-ranking officials like them were all outside, just waiting for the meeting inside to be completed and for them to be assigned tasks.

Someone in the yard moved some small stools, and there were enough of them. However, someone deliberately tried to make things difficult for the newcomers, not only occupying the extra stools, but also snatching the only shade from the tree where people could enjoy the cool air.

As a result, some newcomers had no choice but to stand in the sun, and some of the weak ones were about to collapse.

Yuan Qing looked around under the tree and memorized all the faces.

Oh, you're still doing this?

She won't indulge these people.

Under the arrogant gazes of those people, Yuan Qing walked slowly in front of them, placed his palm on the edge of the stool, and suddenly pulled it hard.

Those people had not expected this to happen and were knocked off balance by the force of the stools being hit, causing them to sit on the ground.

Their faces turned red from the fall, and they pointed at Yuan Qing, unable to utter a single curse word for a long time.

Yuan Qing moved a small stool to their original position, bent one leg and leaned against the tree, his posture was even more arrogant than before.

Those people couldn't help themselves when they saw this. The one in front of them stood up and shouted, "Where are you from? How dare you be so arrogant!"

"I'm your father." Yuan Qing pulled over a small stool and put it under his feet. "Rebellious son, call me daddy for me to hear?"

The man was caught off guard by her scolding, and then he sobbed and complained to the person behind him: "Brother, he scolded me..."

The man called Big Brother dragged him back and glared at him with disapproval, "You useless bastard!"

He took a few steps forward and raised his foot to kick Yuan Qing.

Yuan Qing sat on a small stool and spun around, letting the man's foot miss.

She took the opportunity to kick a small stool away, causing his legs to be stretched apart, and then she lifted the stool leg and hit him hard on the instep.

Before he could wail out loud, Yuan Qing quickly walked into the sun with an expression that said, "It's none of my business."

The noise alarmed the people inside.

Someone came out to check and saw a man sitting on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, covering an indescribable place with one hand and rubbing his foot with the other, and he kept saying "ouch" in pain.

Looking at the other side, there were five or six thin scholars standing under the scorching sun, their faces reddened by the sun and their bodies shaky.

Other people's faces turned red from sunburn, but Yuan Qing's faces turned red from holding his breath.

The person who came out was one of the Dali Temple secretaries, whose surname was Chen. Yuan Qing had met him at Jiang Qisheng's place a few days ago.

I think Lord Chen recognized her.

Originally, the people above don't really care about these little things. As long as no one is killed, they will generally turn a blind eye. Only when they can't stand it anymore will they scold or say a few words.

But they were so bold as to play tricks on Gong Bin, and Si Cheng felt a headache just thinking about it.

Gong Bin was a person who was treated differently by both Shaoqings, and he could not ignore this.

Those people had worked for him for many years, and he couldn't directly favor them in public, so he could only pretend to scold them: "Why don't you stand up straight? What a disgrace!"

He glanced at Yuan Qing and the others again and said, "Let's take shelter under the eaves."

Mr. Chen walked away, shaking his sleeves.

The scholars standing with Yuan Qing looked at each other, and no one dared to move.

Yuan Qing looked at the young man who was supporting him and said, "Please help me over. I really don't have the strength anymore."

The young man looked around, then lowered his head and helped Yuan Qing down from the eaves.

Seeing this, the others followed suit.

Yuan Qing looked at the group of people under the tree who were angry but dared not speak out, and couldn't help but sigh.

No matter what era it is, power is the only way to rule.

If you want to climb up, you either have to have a strong fist or a strong backer. You have to have one of these to have a chance to succeed.

Ordinary people can forget about climbing up, and even if they manage to make a breakthrough, without any backing or support, they will probably be swept down halfway.

The young man raised his head timidly, hid behind Yuan Qing, and as if he had gained some courage, he asked, "What are you sighing about, sir?"

"I am so ashamed," Yuan Qing looked over there, "If my ancestors knew that I wanted to adopt these people as my sons, they would probably be so angry that they would crawl out of their coffins."

The young man chuckled, his thin face still showing childishness.

"How old are you and what do you do?" Yuan Qing asked him.

"My surname is Yu, my given name is Shen, and I am seventeen years old." The young man answered in a low voice, "I am currently working as a clerk in the Dali Temple."

Yuan Qing looked back at him in surprise.

She is even thinner than her, and I didn't expect she is already seventeen years old. She doesn't look like it.

"Did you get in through the imperial examination?" Yuan Qing asked again.

Yu Shen nodded slightly, and after a long silence, he dared to speak: "Then Sir..."

Before he could finish his question, Yuan Qing spoke first: "Someone recommended me, and I got in through the back door."

Yu Shen was stunned.

Yuan Qing turned to look at him, "Why, not like him?"