The residence of the right minister of the Ministry of Rites is located in Tai'anfang, where dignitaries gather.
It was night, just after Haishi, and it was unsightly.
Whether it is a maid or a dancer, they are all disheveled, screaming and smiling coquettishly.
The right minister, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, with his face flushed, hugged Lvzhu in public, and chewed his withered lips randomly, like a severe diabetic patient, and Lvzhu's lips can release insulin.
Chu Qing originally thought that he could act in every situation and force a smile, but it turned out that even though he had seen many unsightly scenes, he still felt extremely repulsive, both physically and psychologically, and felt like vomiting.
The merchants drank too much, thoroughly drank too much, and behaved in an awkward manner in front of him, the deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion.
The bodies were either fat and slender, or as skinny as old firewood. They let out harsh laughter, held the cup, and twisted back and forth.
Luzhu was also pressed on the table, not once, not by one person, flattering, but occasionally, he raised his head and peeked at Chu Qing, who was lying on the table pretending to be too drunk, and Chu Qing, who was standing with his straight eyes never leaving the silver plate.
Fukusan.
Seeing Chu Qing looking over, Lu Zhu showed a shy smile.
Chu Qing actually felt that Lu Zhu's smile was shy, even though there was a merchant behind her who had already lifted up his robe.
Fu San finally turned his head, and Luzhu hugged his chest with his hands.
This is Luzhu's only remaining dignity, a ridiculous dignity.
But this was not dignity at all. She was trampled into the mud, and a businessman roughly grabbed her hands and pulled her back.
Lu Zhu finally shed tears because Fu San said to her in surprise a few days ago, "You have become a good person." Lu Zhu nodded with a smile.
"Master."
Fu San's eyes finally turned to somewhere else, a woman, one of the many maids outside the Moon Gate.
These maids are not very old, and some of them still have a certain look on their faces.
These maids had their eyes closed, and some shed tears.
But the kind-faced old housekeeper of Zhang Mansion who had just greeted Chu Qing stood behind them, holding a riding whip in his hand.
"Master, he is a refugee." Fu San's voice was a little trembling: "I remember her when Miss Tao gave out rice for the first time. The girl had a mole between her eyebrows and asked for more rice.
It’s for grandpa.”
A businessman who had just put on his robe and had a flushed face saw Chu Qing and the two looking at the maids, and said with a smile: "They are all maids from Mr. Zhang's house. They must have just been bought back and are still being trained. If Mr. Chu is interested,
I asked the housekeepers to bring them in."
Chu Qing raised his head, smiled, and looked at the merchant.
"I." Chu Qing smiled sweetly: "I only like to train successful people like you!"
The merchant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and kept backing away. He always felt that Chu Qing's eyes were a little red, like a wild beast that was ready to devour anyone at any time.
Chu Qing couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the silver plate and stuffed it into his arms, took Fu San and disappeared into the moonlight.
Chu Qing, who left Zhang Mansion without saying goodbye, took a deep breath.
Separated by a wall, it seems like two worlds, two worlds inside the green brick high courtyard and outside the green brick high courtyard.
Without entering the carriage, Chu Qing threw away his crutches, endured the discomfort caused by his ankles, and walked in the opposite direction of the Chu Mansion, with Fu San following closely behind.
Chu Qing stopped and turned around.
Eight Thousand Cavalry Battalion scouts emerged from the darkness quietly, came to Chu Qing, and lowered their heads.
"From now on, the Qianqi Camp will be aware of the whereabouts of the ten beasts in Zhang Mansion at all times. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or one day, there must be such a day, when I want their heads, I will
Don’t want to not be able to find them!”
Eight Thousand Cavalry Battalion detectives knelt down on one knee: "Wei."
"Who will tell me now why there are so many refugees in Zhang Mansion?"
Wang Tongtong raised his head: "After the construction of Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs was completed, many people from the capital went there to buy slaves."
"You, leave the city right now and tell the elderly people in the southern suburbs that starting from tonight, all slaves must pass through Jingzhao Mansion, no, pass through Qianqiying Yamen Office!"
"Can…"
Chu Qing had turned around and continued walking forward.
This was the first time Chu Qing had given such a formal order since he "served" as the deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion. He issued two orders, two orders that the Thousand Cavalry Battalion must execute when exploring horses.
Chu Qing walked faster and faster, almost running, and finally arrived at his destination, the residence of Ma Rui, the governor of Jingzhao Mansion.
He walked forward and knocked on the door knocker hard, quickly and loudly.
The side door opened, Chu Qing pushed the butler aside and walked in quickly.
The housekeeper's noise startled Ma Rui out of the back garden.
"Mr. Chu, late at night..."
Chu Qing straightened his clothes and slowly bowed down: "Master Ma, teach me!"
A trace of confusion flashed across Ma Rui's face, but then he smiled and waved his hand for the housekeeper to leave.
"Come with me."
He didn't ask what happened or why Chu Qing was making such a fuss in the middle of the night, but Ma Rui brought Chu Qing to the back garden with a smile on his face.
"sit."
Ma Rui stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and Chu Qing sat on the cold stone bench.
Asking the housekeeper to get the teapot and teacup, Ma Rui slowly poured a cup of tea for Chu Qing.
Wearing underwear and with disheveled hair, Ma Rui stared at Chu Qing and slowly spoke.
"What is an official? An official is one who silences his voice and knows how to shut up."
"What is the people? The people are noisy and shouting."
Ma Rui pointed to the tea cup: "Take a sip of tea and calm down."
Chu Qing picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Ma Rui nodded slightly: "The official said that the people are the sky, the people are the earth, the people are everything, they are everything in their eyes."
Chu Qing raised his eyebrows, and before he could refute, Ma Rui continued: "The official said so when standing outside the mansion, standing in the court, standing in front of the people, he said so, and he must say so,
I can only say this, if I don’t say this, I will lose my official robe, my official body, and everything else.”
Chu Qing's eyes looked thoughtful.
Yes, this is the reputation of an official. Just talk about it and cherish your feathers.
"The people are noisy and shouting. They dare to say anything. They call the dog officials and the fools."
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly, but Ma Rui disagreed and said to himself: "It seems that the officials want to silence and shut up. It seems that the people are noisy and shout at will, but you know the difference."
Chu Qing shook his head: "Please let Master Ma clarify my doubts."
"The difference is that the officials own everything in the world and have anything they want, while the people have nothing but noise and shouting, because they have nothing except noise and shouting."
"The official said he loves the people and protects the people, but when he returns to the palace, he calls the people low and cunning. After changing into regular clothes, he tramples on the people under his feet, tramples them severely, utters evil words, punches and kicks, and then puts on the official uniform again.
He helped the people up, shed tears, and softly comforted them."
"The people scolded the officials as dogs and the emperor as cowards, and it was still the same when they returned home. But do they really wish that the officials would die? Do they really wish that the officials would be dead? No, the officials in official robes fainted in front of them. The people
He would help them up, take out the few rice grains left at home, cook a bowl of porridge, and take care of them carefully. They thought, very much, that the dog in their mouths would look at them seriously and listen to them carefully.
Say something, take a look and see how the people look like, listen and see how miserable the people are."
"Officers, it is true to say that the people are untouchables, and it is also true for the people to criticize the dog officials. But the officials hope that the people will always be untouchables. People, but they hope that the dog officials will one day become upright officials and good officials. Officials, mouth
They say they care about the people, but they trample on them time and time again. The people say they want their officials to die, but they are full of hope again and again, hoping that the officials they see will really match their words and deeds."
Ma Rui's eyes shed tears.
"The only thing the people have is noise and shouting, because they are as lowly as grass and as humble as wild dogs. No one cares about them. The only thing they can do is to use all their strength to shout. But the official has it.
After everything else, the only thing they can't do is make noise and shout."
Chu Qing stood up and bent down to salute again.
He understood, every word.
God is not fair, but he is sometimes fair.
Those who have all the resources in society cannot speak at will, because they are public figures, and because they have everything, the only thing they cannot do is not speak at will.
The lowest people in society have nothing and will never have anything. The only thing they can have is the "freedom to speak", and they can say anything and anyone.
Because no matter what they say, no one listens, let alone cares.
Ma Rui sat opposite Chu Qing and took a sip of tea: "I don't listen to what the officials say, I only listen to what the people say, I don't listen to loyal kings, I don't listen to caring for the people, I only listen to noises, I only listen to shouts, so I am
It is Jingzhao Prefecture Yin, Jingzhao Prefecture Yin Ma Rui, who dares to die."
Ma Rui put down the tea cup and hugged Chu Qing's fists: "If Mr. Chu is willing to listen to the noise and shouting, then there is no need to feel ashamed. There is no need to do anything, just listen. Once you listen, let it take its course.
Okay, so you and I, Ma Rui, are of the same mind."
Chu Qing saluted Ma Rui for the third time.
The night breeze was getting colder, Ma Rui held his slightly fat belly and smiled.
"Now, Mr. Chu, tell me what happened and how it went."
"Boy, I want to kill someone!"
"Okay." Ma Rui nodded with a smile: "The two words benevolence and virtue are involved in killing people. How about I kill with you."
"No, this time, kid, I have to kill myself."
"Well, if you are an official, you have to kill people. If you are a good official, you have to kill people. If you are a good official for the people, you have to shed blood."
Ma Rui sighed deeply and murmured: "It seems that Mr. Chu has seen the official's face in the mansion."