This world is so difficult. The smaller you are, the more difficult it is. It's so difficult that you don't even have the qualifications to fall out.
After Tao Ruolin's "reminding", Chu Qing knew that Qu Mingtong was here to trick and humiliate him.
As for why he wanted to humiliate himself, he could figure it out with Fu San's brain, Li family!
The disciples and former officials of the Li family are all over the court. Perhaps they were directly instigated, or perhaps Qu Mingtong wanted to flatter him. In short, even after he had given the invitation to the Chu family, Chu Qing was also fooled and fell into the trap.
After figuring out the joints, Chu Qing left in no hurry. He wanted to know how the doctor of the Ministry of Rites wanted to punish him. He had never seen the methods of punishing the civil servants of the Dachang Dynasty.
There is always a first time in life, it is inevitable and it will definitely hurt. Rather than being beaten to death by a sudden attack, it is better to be mentally prepared to be beaten.
"Lord Qu, you're so polite." Chu Qing smiled again: "How can I be angry? Your dog also said things unintentionally, so I won't be angry."
Qu Mingtong was disappointed and a little angry.
Even if I call my child Quanzi, I will pull him down. What the hell is your name Quanzi? Do you have shares or did you contribute?
Seeing that Chu Qing's "self-cultivation" was quite good, Qu Mingtong asked him to step aside and start a banquet.
The two people, who obviously wanted to kill each other, resumed their chatting and laughing appearance again.
Tao Ruolin stared at the back of Chu Qing's head and smiled again.
She admires men who can keep their composure. Those who lose their minds and always get angry are the most hopeless ones. They are commonly known as incompetent and angry. Her elder brother is like this. When he gets angry, he goes home and punches a tree with his fist. Which question is too bad?
It’s like he doesn’t know how to do it if it’s difficult.
Qu Mingtong stood up and made a gesture of invitation with a smile, and the sound of the piano came from outside the house.
Chu Qing and the other three followed Qu Mingtong out of the main hall. They saw tables, chairs and cushions placed outside. There was a steady stream of servants carrying dishes, all of them were maids, and there was one sitting in the garden with his back to everyone.
A woman playing the piano.
Chu Qing didn't understand such high-level things, he simply thought that Huang Laosi's playing was not as good as Huang Laosi's. Just look at Huang Laosi's playing. Just listening to the sound without looking at the person would make people daydream.
The sound of the piano was melodious, but not overwhelming. Six maidservants in gauze stood in the courtyard, dancing to the sound of the piano.
Chu Qing secretly made up his mind that he must fight hard, this is the life people live, it's too rotten!
Tao Ruolin was so smart. When she saw the low tables placed on both sides, she immediately understood Qu Mingtong's intention.
Normally, when a master sits down at a table, his servants are not qualified to accompany him. Let alone being a guest, even in his own house, the master and his servants are not allowed to dine next to each other.
Before Tao Ruolin could say anything to remind her, Chu Qing had just sat down and Fu San was sitting behind the low table next to him.
Tao Ruolin was stunned. Is this Fu San really stupid, or is he unruly?
Looking at Chu Qing again, his face looked normal.
Tao Ruolin had already sat down, but it was useless to remind her, so she had to sit on Chu Qing's right hand side.
There are four low tables, except for the one at Qu Mingtong outside the main hall, there are three low tables on the left side connected together.
You must know that the place where you eat is also important. The ancients paid attention to eating in pairs. Even if you let servants sit down, low tables should be placed on both sides, just on one side, or on the left hand side. The ancients used this
The right side is respected. Putting it on the left side is very disrespectful. If you have a bad temper, you will imitate a crow and turn over the table.
It wasn't that Chu Qing didn't notice it, but he did notice it, but didn't take it seriously. He sat down carelessly, picked up the tea cup, and looked at Fu San without drinking.
Fu San was very sensible. He picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp. He put down the teacup and looked at Chu Qing. The general meaning was - drink it, it's not poisonous.
"Come, Mr. Chu." Qu Mingtong picked up the wine glass: "You and I will have a drink together."
Chu Qing looked at Fu San again. Fu San grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Chu Qing and said the same thing - just drink it, it's not poisonous.
Qu Mingtong's face already had a bit of anger.
I was drinking with you, and even the wine glasses were raised, but your servant drank first, and there were no rules at all!
Or it can be said that a double-standard dog is a double-standard dog. It’s okay if he doesn’t respect others. If others don’t respect him, he’ll get angry.
"Master Qu, you're too polite. I should give you a glass of wine." Chu Qing picked up the wine glass, said politely, and took a small taste.
The dishes were very delicate, but Chu Qing didn't dare to touch a bite. It was better to be careful when he came out to mess around.
Forget about wine, there are only a few poisons in ancient times that can be smelled when dissolved in water, but the same cannot be said about food. You can't even taste it if you sprinkle some secretly Smiling Half-Step or Viagra or something like that.
Qu Mingtong put down his wine glass: "Mr. Chu, I would like to ask you to call you my nephew."
Chu Qing hummed slightly.
Please give me a loud shout and call me dad. There's nothing wrong with that.
"Nephew Chu Xian, I think your father Chu Wensheng has never mentioned it to you. In fact, I have some friendship with Wu An."
Chu Qing was curious.
friendship?
Did my father chop you too?
"In this officialdom, one wrong step can lead to eternal disaster. Sometimes you say the wrong thing, offend the wrong person, and your body and your family are destroyed. It is not uncommon. I am the same age as your father. I will tell your father a few words, the prophet is not
Strange."
Tao Ruolin smiled at Chu Qing and whispered: "He is threatening you."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes fiercely.
I'm deaf and can't hear. You think I'm Fu San.
Tao Ruolin added: "I will humiliate you by the way."
Qu Mingtong poured himself a glass and said: "When you are poor, no one knows you in the busy city, but when you are rich, you have distant relatives in the mountains. If you don't believe me, just look at the wine in the cup. Each cup should be given to the person you are honoring first."
Tao Ruolin blinked at Chu Qing: "He's trying to win over you again."
Chu Qing: "..."
The maids of Qufu, who put on light gauze, sang and danced softly, with their exquisite curves looming.
Suddenly, Chu Qing suddenly thought of the refugees in the south of the city.
He has never been to the south of the city, but he should actually go.
Tao Ruolin said that if she made money, she would help the refugees.
Chu Qing didn't dare to ask, because he was afraid of asking, so he wanted to go see it.
I'm afraid it will hurt if I go to see it.
I am afraid that if I feel pain, I will turn into Tao Shaozhang, Chen Yan, and someone who will die easily.
But looking at Qu Mingtong's seemingly enthusiastic but condescending face, looking at these graceful maids Qu Yue's master Qu Yue's guests, looking at the magnificence of Qu Mansion, Chu Qing felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Feel.
Aren’t the officials of the Ministry of Rites supposed to go to pacify the people?
Give those refugees the cheapest and most meaningless comfort.
Tell them everything will be fine.
Tell them they should trust the court.
Tell them that the emperor still cares about them.
Fool them, lie to them, say things that the refugees don't understand at all, cover your nose and keep your distance while chewing words, without realizing it, it's like farting...
Gradually, the sound of the piano in my ears seemed to become a little harsh.
The maids and servants passing by were like a horde of demons dancing around.
Qu Mingtong was still saying something, seeming to be sneering, but his voice was getting farther and farther away.
Turning his head, Chu Qing was sure that Qu Mingtong was indeed sneering and seemed to be threatening him about checking the accounts, finding the wrong backer, and not knowing whether to live or die.
Chu Qing stared at Qu Mingtong, his sneer seemed to be a mockery.
Ridiculing him in his last life, Chu Qing had surrendered to reality once. Ridiculing him in this life, he not only surrendered, but also knelt down even more thoroughly.
He picked up the wine glass, drank all the mixed flavors in the glass, then put the glass down heavily, Chu Qing looked directly at Qu Mingtong.
"Lord Qu." Chu Qing's smile finally stopped being hypocritical and complicated. It was very simple, as simple as a curious baby.
"Mr. Doctor of the Ministry of Rites, the refugees should be resettled." Chu Qing raised his hand and humbly asked for advice: "The refugees have no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat, no roof to protect them from the wind and rain, and no grain of rice to survive. I dare to ask this question.
Master Qu, how will the refugees be resettled? I would like to ask Master Qu, how can they sleep soundly after nightfall?"
The sound of the piano stopped, as if the whole world had become quiet.
Fu San, who was eating nonsense, raised his head, feeling a little regretful.
He knew it was time to be kicked out or to fight at any time.
Tao Ruolin's eyes were full of energy, her smile was getting thicker, and her face was full of appreciation.
There was a "pop" sound, and Qu Mingtong suddenly stood up.
