All ministries were considered "relationship households", and Chu Qing didn't want to quarrel with each other. There was only one government office he wanted to target, Honglu Temple.
At this time, outside the gate of Honglu Temple, an old man was walking out shakily, wearing an extremely shabby Confucian robe.
The old man's surname is Fang, and his name is Fang Ping. He is fifty-five years old this year. Not to mention Honglu Temple, he can be regarded as senior in the official circles of the capital and even the Dachang Dynasty.
Not only is he senior, but his official position is also quite powerful. He is in charge of the eighth rank, and he is a subordinate. From the eighth rank, he is in charge.
He joined the officialdom in his early twenties and worked for forty-five years before reaching the eighth rank. He was the only one in the entire Chang Dynasty.
Lao Fang was supposed to retire last year, and he was thinking about taking up the last post. He would serve for exactly twenty-five years, and then this post would be left standing... until everyone in Honglu Temple was taken over.
Last year, when Chu Qing served a pot to Honglu Temple, there was only one square meter left.
At that time, Fang Ping was also taken to Qianqi Camp. Chu Qing asked the old man what rank he was in. Ertong said he was in eighth rank, so he followed. In the end, Ertong was kicked by his third brother. He was sixty-five years old and had worked for forty years.
In the coming year, why would he be arrested from the eighth rank? Even if the old man cried and shouted that he was a corrupt official, no one would believe him.
Honglu Temple was taken over in one fell swoop, with only one square square left. There was no way to leave, and we had to wait for new officials to fill the vacancy.
Lao Fang was quite optimistic about his fate and just waited. After waiting for half a year, the officials were finally here.
Today is the day when Lao Fang bids farewell to officialdom completely, a little over half a year later.
The forty-five-year-old official had spent most of his life in Honglu Temple, but no one saw him off. Only the gatekeeper said to take care of himself.
Standing in front of the Honglu Temple, Lao Fang shed two turbid tears.
No matter how many times he saw the ugliness of Honglu Temple, he had to say goodbye to this place eventually. What he disliked was the people, not the government offices.
The patched baggage and two old ancient books were all his belongings. He left Beijing and returned to his hometown to visit his wife's grave.
"I have a certain person who, from now on, will be dressed in white."
Fang Ping sighed deeply, straightened his clothes, and saluted towards the main entrance of Honglu Temple.
After the ceremony, Fang Ping raised his head and heard the sound of horse hoofbeats in his ears, which was very dense.
Turning around, I saw dozens of knights galloping towards the gate of Honglu Temple, each with a fierce look on their face.
Fang Ping was startled and quickly took a few steps back. Just as the leading knight was about to speak, he suddenly saw Fang Ping, who looked slightly different.
"Old man, are you an official of Honglu Temple?" Wang Tongtong asked: "Why do you look so familiar?"
Fang Ping narrowed his eyes and recognized it for a long time: "You are... you are..."
"By the way, you are from the eighth grade."
After Wang Tongtong finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Except for this old man, all the officials of Honglu Temple were captured and taken to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the detective horses from the Thousand Cavalry Battalion dismounted one after another, took the ropes and rushed in.
Wang Tongtong also dismounted, came to the shocked Fang Ping, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you wear official robes?"
Fang Ping was stunned as he looked at the bandit-like explorers. After a long while, he asked cautiously: "Arresting people again?"
Wang Tongtong: "Yes."
Fang Ping was a little confused: "Catch them all?"
"yes."
"Leave no one behind?"
"Just keep you."
"Come again?" Fang Ping said aggrievedly: "But I have retired and still..."
Before he could say the word "township", Fang Ping let out a long sigh.
Come on, what's the point? Let's continue to use the remaining heat. Now, except for those in prison, he is probably the only person in the capital who is proficient in Liang and Ying.
Fang Ping squatted down tremblingly, unpacked his bag, and took out his official robe. Fang Ping squatted beside the stone lions and started counting, fearing that if he missed a few, he would be affected by his position as the first brother of Honglu Temple.
It is worth mentioning that before Chu Qing's debut, Fang Ping's biggest wish in his life was to go to court. He had been an official all his life and had never even entered the palace. It must be said that this was a great regret in life.
Later, when Chu Qing served a pot to Honglu Temple, Fang Ping's dream finally came true.
However, after only two months of service, all the officials had been replaced, and many new officials secretly laughed, saying that it was really ridiculous that a low-ranking eighth-rank official could go to court.
Looking at it now, regardless of whether it is funny or not, at least Fang Ping has to go to court on behalf of Honglu Temple again.
This arrest was quieter than the last time.
The same thing happened at the same time. The last time the Qianqi Battalion came to arrest people, they encountered many people who resisted, each one more arrogant than the other.
During this arrest, the officials of Honglu Temple were extremely quiet. Even Shaoqing lowered his head, looking resigned to his fate.
Since the court came down at noon today, everyone had already had a premonition, but they didn't expect that the Thousand Cavalry Camp would come so quickly. The Commander-in-Chief of the Thousand Cavalry Camp, as rumored, was not willing to wait for more than a day.
The capital is still the same capital. Because of Chu Qing, the storm is surging, and because of the Qianqi camp, the noble families and officials are frightened.
At this time, Chu Qing was still in the academy, in a small courtyard.
There are many small courtyards on the west side of the academy. This was decided by Chu Qing when he first planned the academy. It can be regarded as the "teachers' dormitory".
Chu Qing naturally also left a small courtyard for himself, but it has been occupied by Tao Ruolin recently.
Fu San and Bi Hua both sat at the stone table, staring at each other.
Chu Qing was sitting on the steps of the second-story building, with Tao Ruolin nestled in his arms.
"Fu San is suing the dog officials and family members of the Third Border Road." Tao Ruolin said with a smile on her face, "Only you can think of it."
"It's not what I think, it's what third brother thinks."
Chu Qing wrapped Tao Ruolin's hair around his fingers and shrugged: "According to the "Chang Law", no one will be spared. It depends on the reaction of these aristocratic families in Beijing. If they are looking for trouble, then go to the line and accuse them.
Engaging in privileges and ignoring the law.”
"If we just watch the changes and remain indifferent, other aristocratic families will become suspicious of them and become alienated from their virtues, right?"
"That's what it means."
"I see that these aristocratic families in Beijing will not act rashly. Now that you have returned from military exploits, no matter how partial Chang Chengyou is to you, others will never be able to say no. Your military exploits are so great that no one can match you.
, taking advantage of this great achievement, it is a good strategy to cut through the mess quickly before the court proposes a reward."
Chu Qing nodded, he also planned this.
I dare not say that the disaster of Liang Rong has been completely solved, but the Liang thieves definitely did not dare to attack. Chang Chao has also taken the initiative. With this credit, he can basically "act recklessly" in the capital and take advantage of it.
With military exploits at his side, he was able to deal with the aristocratic families in the capital with thunderous force and get rid of some people who should have been eliminated long ago. The officials in the court could only turn a blind eye.
The "public trial" of the corrupt officials and members of the aristocratic families in the three border areas is only his first step. As for the last step, he will target the aristocratic families in the capital. Once he succeeds, it will definitely be impossible for there to be no aristocratic families in the capital. But these
The aristocratic family in Beijing will definitely keep their tail between their legs and conduct a major blood change.
"By the way, there's one more thing." Chu Qing chuckled: "Do you remember what you promised me before I left?"
"Remember, I will marry you."
Chu Qing was excited: "Then..."
"Wait until you deal with the Jingzhong family."
Chu Qing looked frustrated: "We have to wait again?"
Tao Ruolin put her head next to Chu Qing's ear, exhaled like a blue breath, and whispered something softly.
Chu Qing, who looked frustrated, suddenly became excited and nodded repeatedly.
