The Ministry of War will report to the emperor, but not to Chu Qing.
Chu Qing didn't know that his father would be able to enter the city early tomorrow morning, so he took Fu San back to the Qianqiying Yamen Office.
As soon as I got off the carriage, I saw Feng Taoist sitting on the steps with a troubled face, feeling hopeless.
Before Chu Qing could walk over, Princess Qingyang rushed out like a ghost, with a mouth full of oily flowers, and squatted down next to Feng Taoist, with a smile on her face.
"Master, eat chicken, fat chicken, it tastes delicious."
"Who is your master? Don't scream!" Feng Taoist looked at the plate in Qingyang's hand with disgust on his face. The so-called fat chicken only had the chicken head, neck and breast parts left, as well as a lot of chicken bones.
As for the chicken legs and wings, Qingyang has already eaten them.
Qingyang rubbed the oil from his hand on Taoist Feng's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Oh, Master, you haven't even had dinner, would you like some more?"
The Feng Taoist shouted angrily: "The old Taoist wants to eat chicken legs!"
"Chicken legs..." Qingyang bit his lips: "Chicken legs... fat chickens are so pitiful, they don't have legs."
The Feng Taoist was furious: "You don't have wings either?"
"Yeah." Qingyang nodded heavily: "It's so pitiful, isn't it."
Feng Taoist: "..."
Chu Qing and Fu San were already used to it.
A few days ago, Chu Qing told Qingyang his plan and told Qingyang that if he could become Feng Taoist's apprentice, he would have the opportunity to cure the disease. Then Qingyang began to consider himself Feng Taoist's apprentice and play crazy every day.
After a day of living, I would take out a stick of incense to "fulfill my filial piety" to the Feng Taoist people in my busy schedule. Anyway, it's not distracting.
Feng Taoist indeed hadn't finished his meal, so he pushed away the wooden plate and said, "Go and roast chicken legs for Lao Tao. Lao Tao wants to eat chicken legs!"
"You are so old, why do you always pick and choose? What you eat is good."
"You..." Feng Taoist puffed his beard and glared: "You want to become a disciple, but you still don't respect the old Taoist. How can there be any truth in this?"
"Ah!" Qingyang's eyes lit up: "Then my disciple will bake you a fat chicken leg, and you will accept me as your disciple?"
"Who said I would accept you as my disciple? Your bones are very different, but sincerity can make a stone open. If you can..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yi's shouts came from the yard.
"Third sister, do you still want to play cards? If not, I will take the table!"
With a "swipe" sound, Qingyang slipped away and took the wooden plate away.
Feng Daoren took a deep breath and kept adjusting his breathing.
The old man is not angry, the old man is not angry, the old man is really not angry!!!
Chu Qing laughed loudly and sat next to Feng Daoren with Fu San.
Seeing Chu Qing coming, Taoist Feng was still "angry" after all. He glared and said: "The surnamed Chu, is this an old Taoist who won't accept her? Ah, what are you saying? Is this strange for an old Taoist? Look at her, where is she?"
It looks like he wants to become a disciple sincerely, but he doesn’t look like that!”
Chu Qing shrank his neck.
Regarding this matter, he also felt that it was Qingyang's fault for not taking Bao Daner seriously.
Fu San interrupted: "Why do you have the shame to blame others?"
"Fu Laosan, what do you mean by this? You must be blind. This girl has never looked at the old Taoist."
"Noble Tianhuang, the Princess of Qingyang, favored by the Supreme Emperor and protected by the Emperor." Fu San's face was full of sarcasm: "If you said from the beginning that you could take over Princess Qingyang, how could there be so many things? It's because of this
You were gibbering at first, you had a weak foundation, you said you were not going to die soon, and you said that even if you were the master of the Three Hidden Sects, you might not be able to cure him."
"What's wrong with what I said?"
"What's wrong?" Fu San sneered again and again: "If you only have one year left to live, in the past, you were like a caged bird with no freedom, but now you can finally see that the world is prosperous and you can do whatever you want, and you will be filial to a bastard old man every day.
What, let alone say that this bastard old man not only humiliated you and said that you are weak, but also said that even if you become a disciple, there is no guarantee that you can be cured. You have a lifespan of one year, less than one year, while you are from
I’ve never seen it, I’ve never played it, you can see it and play it as you please, but on the other side, there’s an illusory old man who’s full of lies and hypocrisy, which one do you choose?”
Chu Qing gave a thumbs up.
He could tell that this was because Fu San didn't fight Lao Si enough, and he happened to bump into Bao Dan'er.
Zhao Baodan fell silent because he could not refute.
When Fu San criticizes others, most people can't refute him.
Jiang Yuesheng walked out just in time. When he saw that Fu San was trolling someone, he turned around and went back without saying a word.
"It's not so much that I want to accept you as my teacher, but it's more to give my young master and Miss Tao some face. I couldn't bear to chill the hearts of the young master and young lady, so I took the time to call you master. Otherwise, do you think Qing
Princess Yang will do nothing to you."
"But...but if anyone can cure her, I am the only one who can cure her."
"How sure are you, 100%?"
"This, this... I dare not say it." Zhao Baodan's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke: "But if you talk about this world..."
"Fifty percent?"
"That's not true."
"Thirty percent, it should be there."
"I don't...dare to say it, but..."
"But shit, 10%, I should have it."
The Feng Taoist was completely silent.
Fu San yelled: "I'm not even 10% sure, and I still want Princess Qingyang to waste the last year of her life on you. Who the hell do you think you are?"
After scolding, Fu San stretched his head and looked at Chu Qing.
The two of them looked at each other. Master, if you continue to stab him, Chu Qing nodded and stabbed him to death!
Fu San adjusted himself: "Zhao Baodan, Zhao Baodan, you don't look like that. Even if you treat me, you will be the master of the three hidden sects. Who are you to have the nerve to sit here?"
Eat chicken legs, if you can cure Princess Qingyang, I will send you all the fat chicken drumsticks in the world. If you dare not say this, eat chicken legs, just eat chicken feathers, shameless old man
,he-pei!”
Xiao Yi walked out, with a bitter look on his face: "Sir, do you have anything else fun to do? You are a werewolf killer. The number of people is too small. Every time the position of the last general is snatched by the third sister, the last general has to wait for a few
After a while, you can play a game."
Chu Qing was confused, there were mistakes in ancient songs, Zhou Lang looked at them, Chang Youhei-tui vomited, A Yi went?
Seeing that Chu Qing remained silent, Xiao Yi went back depressed.
Chu Qing thought for a while, tried it, and let out a slight hei-tui sound.
Xiao Yi, who had just walked into the government office, suddenly turned around and stuck out his head from the threshold, refusing to give up: "Sir, is it really gone? Why don't you drive Tao Shaozhang away? This young minister of Dali Temple is too annoying.
.”
Chu Qing: "..."
At this moment, Chu Qing decided that if he was stranded on a deserted island or was kidnapped in the future, he would not need to shout for help, let alone draw a Mickey Mouse, he could just say "hei-tui" and A Yi would come to save him.
After patting his butt and standing up, Chu Qing said to Xiao Yi: "Tell the friends, stop playing. We will go to the palace tomorrow to debate the military affairs with the courtiers. Let's have a small meeting first."
Fu San didn't stand up immediately and looked at Feng Daoren: "Are you convinced or not?"
Zhao Baodan was confused: "Why do you accept it or not?"
"If you are not convinced, I will sit with you for a while."
Feng Taoist hurriedly clasped his fists: "I've accepted it. Third brother, please go back quickly. I won't send you away."
"You damn bitch, you deserve to eat chicken legs!"
Fu San cursed and followed Chu Qing into the government office, preparing for a meeting.