"Hahaha, let's just wait for the good news. Brothers, let's go..."
"Come on, fill it up, fill it up, let's drink and wait. After drinking, we will go to the door together to greet the champion who is missing an arm and a leg."
Everyone at the banquet laughed loudly, raised glasses and drank together, and agreed to wait for the drink to see Zhu Pingan, who was missing an arm and a broken leg. They were very sure that Zhu Pingan would have his leg broken today. They all knew Zhao Daying's temperament, and he could
To say something like this, it must have been arranged long ago. There have been similar examples in the past.
If a nerd with no strength can arrange a few good hands at random, he will not be able to catch him! If you ask him to break a few of his legs, you can break a few of his legs. This is a very sure thing.
Investigate?
You're just kidding, look for evidence. If you don't have evidence, you're just slandering!
Seeing that the atmosphere of the banquet was just right, the sound of pipa also sounded at the right time. The fireworks girl called at the banquet played music and danced to add to the fun. The female school secretary twisted her waist and led the dance while coquettishly singing "Mulan Ci" which is widely circulated in the major brothels in the capital.
"Come:
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change.
"Okay, good singing."
After hearing this, everyone cheered and were moved by the "Mulan Ci" sung by the girl's school teacher.
"This song is sung well. Even though I'm a rough guy, I can still feel it when I listen to it. Please don't be sad, General Zhao feels sorry for you tonight, hahaha."
One of the military attachés at the banquet joked, provoking a lot of scolding from the girls' school, which made the atmosphere of the banquet even higher.
"Who wrote this word? It has a certain artistic conception." The civil servant at the banquet asked curiously.
"Replying to the benefactor, I don't know who wrote it. I just know that my sisters love to sing this song these days. I heard it was spread to Beijing from Qinhuai, ten miles away, and it seems to have been written by a boy named Zhu.
It is said that a sister from Qinhuai who was ten miles away came to Beijing to participate in the Beijing Fengyue Field Laureate and returned home with this song." The girl's school secretary shook her head. She only knew that it came to the capital from the south and who specifically wrote it.
She doesn't know.
In the Ming Dynasty, brothels were roughly divided into four grades. The first-class brothels were called "Qingyin Xiaoban", the second-class brothels were called "teahouses", the third-class brothels were called "Xiachu", and the fourth-class brothels and below were called
It's a "kiln".
The brothel where the girls' school is located can only be regarded as an inconspicuous third-class place in the capital. They can only follow the fashion trends of the big brothels in the capital and have no access to the core of this circle.
"Oh, it was written by a child. No wonder I haven't heard of it." A civil servant at the banquet stroked his beard and curled his lips in disdain.
"Of course, a little boy, how can he be qualified to enter the ears of an old man?" Other civil servants at the same table agreed.
"I also ask the boss to give me a calligraphy treasure so that I can be on the list next time." The girl's school secretary poured wine at the right time and asked for a calligraphy treasure.
"You girl, you are taking advantage. Our boss's calligraphy skills are not comparable to those of children." Other civil servants teased.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter." The old civil servant smiled and pressed his hand, then asked someone to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and left a calligraphy treasure "Buchan Palace" with his pen:
The jade fiber is secretly numbered, and the good time is approaching. It has arrived, and a deep hatred suddenly arises. The hatred is unreasonable, adding leaves and green wu, but it is reduced by an inch of boxwood.
God will also take pity on Jiaojun and miss his children, who are worried about their loss over the years. He took them back early and exchanged them for Qing Dynasty merchants in summer. They borrowed them and made them again in Lanqiu.
After the last stroke was written, there was applause all around, and the girl's school secretary even shed tears of excitement. The old civil servant smiled and shook his head while stroking his beard, and even said he didn't dare to take it seriously, but everyone could see that complacency.
The banquet atmosphere has reached a new level.
While everyone was immersed in the wine, they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside. It seemed like there were many people, it was a mess, and I didn't know what happened.
The courtyard where everyone is located is not far from the street outside the house. If the noise outside is louder, you can still hear it.
I vaguely heard something about beating someone and breaking a leg.
Broken leg?!
Are they back?!
Qianhu Zhao Daying, who was sitting in the middle of the banquet, vaguely heard these words, his face was overjoyed, and he stood up with excitement. Well, these guys really lived up to my expectations, but why are they shouting so much?
Everyone knows it, didn't I tell you to keep it secret?! Forget it, it doesn't hurt.
OK, good job!
When other people at the banquet saw Zhao Daying's reaction, they also became excited. They could tell from Zhao Daying's expression that the matter was done! Zhu Pingan's arms and legs were broken!
"Ahem, General Zhao, it sounds like it's very lively outside, why don't we go out and have a look?" A military attaché stood up and winked.
"Haha, since you are all curious, I, Zhao, would rather obey your orders than I am respectful." Zhao Daying smiled and nodded.
So Zhao Daying from Qianhu led everyone towards the gate.
At this moment, outside the gate, the Bingmasi Alley in the north of Centipede Street was crowded with people, and the most eye-catching thing among them was the row of cool barefoot Kill Matt eight people in the crowd, with their majestic and high-spirited figures.
, it’s hard not to attract attention.
"Is this here?" Zhu Ping'an lowered his head and asked Liu Dadao in the crowd.
"Yes, young master, those guys just recruited, the one named Zhao lives here." Liu Dadao nodded vigorously. He had just used some tricks to deal with prey on the road, and from the eight captured people
Asked.
Zhu Ping'an nodded, then looked up at the magnificent house in front of him, glanced at the plaque "Jianwei General's Mansion - Zhao Mansion" hanging on it, then twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain and vomited speechlessly.
Five words: "What a pretentious person!"
The Zhao family is just the Zhao family, and they insist on adding the name of their ancestors! It’s enough to fight for their father, but they force the ancestors to come out to fight! That’s all I’ve got! I’ve been told since I was a child that I am a socialist
’s successor, have I told anyone else?!
"Everyone, fellow villagers, must be tired from walking. Let's rest here for a while before leaving. I just sent someone to go to the Yamen to file a case. After passing this street, go through another street and you will get to the Yamen. That's good.
It’s time, all of you, fellow villagers, take a rest first. After reporting to the official, I, Zhu Pingan, will invite my fellow villagers to have tea.”
Zhu Ping'an stood in front of the main gate of Zhao Mansion, cupped his hands and thanked everyone who was watching the excitement. He looked concerned about everyone and asked everyone to rest for a while before continuing on his way.
"Go away!"
"Get away, this is no place for you!"
Two armored guards in front of the Zhao Mansion took two steps forward and shouted loudly at Zhu Pingan and others.
"Who are you talking about!"
"What are you talking about? The road at the door belongs to everyone, not your house. Why are you dragging it?"
Everyone was dissatisfied and spoke one after another.
"I'll count to three. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!" The armored guard stepped forward and drove him away with his sword, with a fierce look on his face.
"You" everyone looked frightened and retreated involuntarily.
Only Zhu Pingan and others looked normal and stood motionless, so Zhu Pingan, six hunters, and the barefoot eight stood in front of the door.
"Hmm?! Why don't you just retreat while you wait? Get out, this is no place for you untouchables to stay! I'll count to three, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" The armored guard glanced at the six Orions and others, and drove him away with disdain.
The six hunters wore these, and at a glance they knew they were bitter commoners.
"one"
"two"
"three"
After counting three times, they saw that Zhu Ping'an and others did not move at all. The armor-clad guard Jue's face was confused, and he immediately reached out and pulled out his knife to retrieve the place.
Just when they were about to take action, a young man in front of them lazily took out a waistband from his arms and stretched it out in front of them. The words on the waistband clearly appeared in their eyes: "Attendant of the Hanlin Academy"
——Zhu Ping'an".
"Sir, please don't blame me. I am short-sighted. Please make atonement for your sins."
This is the style of a sixth-grade waist tag. The armored guards have been trained to recognize it, and they also know that no one dares to fake official waist tags! Therefore, after seeing the waist tag, the two armored guards immediately put the knives in their hands on the ground and knelt down in fright.
I begged for mercy, I was sweating profusely, I regretted wanting to slap myself in the mouth, I really didn’t want my life, I dared to insult and threaten the imperial officials in the street. (To be continued.)