Chu Qing rarely returns home, and since his father is not here, it is even less likely that he will go back. He likes to stay at the Qianqiying Yamen Office or the academy.
Being in the Qianqiying Yamen office can make him feel the sense of security brought by "rights". Sitting in Qianqiying, he can use his rights to do what he should do.
The academy made him feel peaceful and made him feel that everything he was sitting in was worth it.
Chu Qing doesn't need peace now, he needs to continue to make the capital full of violent storms. The drama in the morning is just the prelude.
Back at the government office, it was noon, and Tao Ruolin came back early, went to bed and fell asleep, soundly sleeping, because she got up early today and did not sleep for five hours.
The exhausted Chu Qing sat in the class room and took a sip of tea. The happy Feng Daoren walked in.
"Okay, today, you did a good job, as expected..."
Chu Qing pointed at the door: "Get out!"
Feng Taoist was dumbfounded, and Chu Qing shouted again: "Get out, I don't want to see you!"
Baodan was innocent and aggrieved, so he walked out pitifully.
Looking at Fu San who was squatting at the door and looking at the sky, Taoist Feng asked like a younger brother: "What happened to your young master? Why is he so unhappy with me, the old Taoist, and insulting me when he opens his mouth?"
Fu San still looked at the sky and said lazily: "When will the young master's waist recover, when will he stop scolding you?"
Feng Daoren was confused: "Why."
Fu San said nothing.
For some things, one sentence of explanation is enough. If you don’t understand one sentence, it will be useless no matter how much you say.
In fact, Feng Taoist had a lot to say to Chu Qing. Now that he didn't think anyone was fragrant, he felt that Chu Qing was too fragrant.
Nangong Pingtao Weiran and his like are good, but they are not so fierce. They dare to confront Buddhism and win. He feels that killing Buddhism is much more satisfying than rescuing the common people. It is too exciting.
But Mr. Feng couldn't figure it out. For some reason, Chu Qing always disliked him, especially when he rubbed his waist, or when he saw Tao Ruolin, he said bad words to him.
Sitting next to Fu San carelessly, Feng Taoist said: "It won't be long before today's events will spread throughout all the roads in Zhongzhou. By then, your young master will be the enemy of monks in the world."
"No, a real monk would not regard my young master as an enemy. Only evil monks and monster monks would do this."
"That's true." Feng Taoist laughed dumbly: "I just don't know whether there are more real monks or fake monks."
Fu San remained silent, thinking that this was not a problem.
A true monk will not cause trouble for his young master, but a fake monk will beat him to death.
"Life is like chess, but it is also like a battle. The old Taoist thought that Chu Qing was just in charge of the Thousand Cavalry Camp, but he didn't know that deep inside the chess game, he had to fight every day and every moment. What happened last night, today he has to fight against the demon monk
After the first battle, the old Taoist admired him and was very happy. Being able to help him was considered a blessing for the old Taoist. He couldn't see it, I really couldn't see it, that Chu Qing, with his soft body and bones, could actually fight such a tough battle."
Speaking of this, Feng Taoist asked somewhat depressedly: "But why does Chu Qing dislike Lao Dao so much?"
"It's because of you that my young master couldn't win a tough battle."
Feng Taoist was confused: "What do you mean?"
Fu San ignored him again and called a detective to bring him a whetstone. He took out the short knife from his boots and the Qian Ji from his waist, and prepared to sharpen the knife.
A short sword is Qian Ji, and a short sword is the weapon that Fu San originally used. He almost achieved the Tao family's stabbing achievement with the sword, but later he got Qian Ji and rarely used the previous short sword.
When the Feng Taoist saw the two short daggers, he was very happy: "In the art of short-hand combat, the most taboo thing is that you are holding two daggers, but the lengths are different. If you change hands, you will lose your sense of proportion. How can a master fight for his life with each other?"
It's so ill-considered that it would be better to switch to a short-handed weapon with the same length."
Fu San said nothing, took Tan Ma's whetstone, and started sharpening it.
The Feng Taoist simply had nothing to say, so he suggested: "How about one long sword and one short sword. The long sword and the short sword can be used for offense and defense. You can control the enemy from a distance and protect yourself from a distance. How about the old Taoist teaching you one and a half moves."
Fu San remained silent and indifferent.
The Feng Taoist was like a chatterbox and asked curiously: "Why do you use two short knives of different lengths?"
Fu San finally spoke and blew on the water stains on Qianji: "This short sword is called Qianji. The emperor gave it to my young master, and the young master handed it over to me. It is specially designed to stab corrupt officials and thieves. It can cut iron like clay."
"I see, what about the other one? What's the point?"
"This short knife, Wuming, I will stab whoever the hell I want with it."
Feng Taoist: "..."
The depressed Feng Daoren left. He felt that Fu San was not as good as Chu Qing. Chu Qing scolded him at the top of his lungs, while Fu San scolded him in a roundabout way. He felt even more distressed and had no choice but to find He Jizhen to kill time.
He Jizhen is also a very energetic young man. He only eats and sleeps every day, and sleeps and eats every day, as if he is about to grow up in bed.
Fu San stood up, feeling a little bored because he had nothing to read.
After thinking about it, Fu San suddenly felt happy, stood up, opened the door, and rubbed his hands after entering the room.
"Master, can I ask you a favor?"
Chu Qing, who was rubbing his waist, always had double standards, said cheerfully: "If there is anything else we brothers can ask for, just say it."
"As for the revision of laws, the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Etiquette should be responsible."
"They are responsible for nothing. I will ask Ma Ang to write a memorial and take this matter over. What's wrong?"
"Then it will work." Fu San scratched the back of his head honestly: "I want to see how to practice it. If it works, I also want to practice it together."
"It's not that you follow along to cultivate. It's that you are mainly responsible for the work after it comes."
The third brother was the third brother. He didn't say any hypocritical words about his virtues or abilities. He patted his chest and said, "Young master, please rest assured. I will definitely do a good job in this job and compile a Changlu that the common people can understand."
"Yes, that's what it means."
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, both very happy.
It was a coincidence that before the two of them could start their research, Tan Ma came to report that Zhai Xiu, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments, had arrived and was right outside the door.
There are rules for officials to visit other government offices. They don't just come in as they say, unless it's a private matter, the relationship between the two parties is particularly good or they have greeted each other in advance. Zhai Xiu did not come in directly, but waited outside for Chu Qing to pick him up.
He obviously did it for official business.
Chu Qing did not change his official robes, and took Fu San to the door of the government office.
Zhai Xiu and his two subordinate officials nodded slightly and pretended to be a human being after meeting Chu Qing.
Chu Qing took a quick look, and sure enough, there were many people staring at him from a distance, all of them were courtiers and bastards from aristocratic families.
So this is quite strange. In the past, Qianqiying was staring at the courtiers and aristocratic families, but now it's the other way around, with aristocratic families and courtiers staring at Qianqiying.
However, Chu Qing didn't care at all. He saluted Zhai Xiuyi and said loudly: "Master Zhai, please forgive me for missing the greeting from afar."
Zhai Xiu returned the salute and said seriously: "Commander Chu, I have official business to discuss."
"Okay, Master Zhai, please."
"Commander Chu, please."
The two of them were polite and courteous before entering the government office.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, Zhai Xiu, who had a stern look on his face, suddenly said, "I knew you would be up to no good when you return to Beijing. This is putting me on the fire."
Chu Qing spread his hands: "Then you can just retire and return home."
Zhai Xiu suddenly shouted: "Okay, you finally showed your fox's tail, I know you are no longer interested in the minister, minister, etc., and you want to dismount the minister, don't you, don't you?"