Chu Qing took a deep breath and recounted what he saw and heard.
The right servant of the Ministry of Etiquette, who is in charge of the five rituals, holds a wine glass and entertains the guests. Everyone is disheveled and the whole hall is unsightly.
The fat businessman laughed wildly and was very proud. He was rich and wealthy. He colluded with officials. He was indispensable.
The dancers and maids used the most aggrieved postures and showed the most endearing smiles, succumbing to fate and pleasing reality.
And those refugees, who were supposed to be protected by him, entered this sinful city again and entered the abyss-like black holes in the city. Their hopes were gradually shattered and they became numb, just like the walking corpses.
This is the reason for Chu Qing's anger.
Angry Minister of Rites, sanctimonious.
The angry blood-sucking businessman talks about serving the country and the people.
Angry, all this happened before his eyes.
The most dazzling thing is the green beads.
The barely-there green beads looked at him without asking for help, only shy. When they looked at Fu San, they wanted to protect their chest even though they were pressed on the low table.
Green beads should not be shy, nor should they protect their chests.
But she still did it, which ordinary people couldn't understand, but Chu Qing understood.
Luzhu has dignity and wants to defend her dignity, at least in front of the people she cares about. Unfortunately, she can't do it.
People should have dignity. Even a brothel girl, a good brothel girl, should have dignity and try to retain her dignity in front of the man she likes.
The so-called Minister of Rites, who is in charge of the five rites, turns out to be best at trampling and trampling on people's dignity.
Chu Qing's anger stemmed from shame.
Because all of this happened in front of him, unscrupulously, as if he was one of them, as if he had been labeled the same by Zhang Songling, as the other merchants, and everyone was "one of their own."
"I want to get rid of the merchants, these merchants in Beijing, and the ten merchants in Zhang Songling's mansion."
"Oh?" Ma Rui smiled inexplicably: "How to get rid of it?"
"They told me that Beijing could not live without them. I was very curious about their expressions when they found out that Beijing could leave them."
Chu Qing showed a serious expression: "I'm even more curious. I'm curious when one day, Zhang Songling becomes a prisoner and kneels down in the Qianqi camp prison. Luzhu steps forward and slaps him so hard that he will be beyond recognition.
Mr. Zhang, what's your expression? No, her name is not Lvzhu..."
Chu Qing turned his head and looked at Fu San: "His name is..."
"Master, her name is Yihong."
"No, no, no, no, her real name is quite silly, quite a silly name."
Fu San shook his head: "I don't know."
Chu Qing was very disappointed.
He didn't know why, but he wanted to remember Luzhu's name, but he couldn't explain the reason.
He only hopes that one day, when the undignified Luzhu turns into a woman with a name, he will regain the dignity that was deprived of him by this world.
"Then get rid of it." Ma Rui said with a nonchalant look: "Get rid of it, I will get rid of it with you and kill it together."
"Thank you, Master Ma."
"It's night, Mr. Chu, please go back and rest."
Chu Qing sighed. He wanted to say something else. He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word.
"Master Ma took a rest earlier, I'm going back."
Chu Qing finally stood up, and Ma Rui saw him off in person.
The end of emotions is not swearing or venting, but silence.
When he came to Ma Mansion, he seemed a little baffled, and Chu Qing even said some baffling words.
But Ma Rui understood, understood Chu Qing's inexplicable, and also understood the inexplicable, who is not inexplicable.
The Minister of Rites, inexplicably announced prostitution in the palace.
The humble merchants somehow thought they controlled the fate of the people in the capital.
The deputy commander of Qianqiying was inexplicably angry.
People are always baffled by things that they should be accustomed to, and they are always baffled by things that should be incomprehensible.
Helping the old lady cross the road is a common thing.
Many years later, I was helping an old lady cross the road, which was inexplicable.
The old lady was helped across the road, smiling kindly and saying thank you, she was used to it.
Many years later, the old lady was lying on the ground rolling around. When people saw the helpless kind-hearted people, they looked at the old lady and were accustomed to it, but looked at the kind-hearted people inexplicably.
Chu Qing thought he would get used to it, but it turned out to be inexplicable.
The way of the world that was originally taken for granted gradually became inexplicable, and the inexplicable behavior gradually became accustomed to it.
Hope is like fire, disappointment is like smoke, life is like lighting a fire and emitting smoke at the same time.
After rescuing the victims, Chu Qing felt the weak flames of this world, but the flames gradually extinguished and turned into smoke, which became thicker and thicker.
The Zhang Mansion is just a microcosm. The Dachang Dynasty was governed by powerful people like Zhang Songling. I lived in such a country governed by countless Zhang Songlings, and somehow I gradually became accustomed to it.
After leaving Ma Mansion, Chu Qing did not return to Chu Mansion, but went to the Qianqiying Yamen Office.
People were still coming and going in Qianqi Camp. Chu Qing entered the squad room. For the first time, he asked the detectives to bring bamboo slips that recorded information.
The information is overwhelming, clueless, unrelated and dazzling.
Chu Qing still couldn't understand how Chen Yan allowed Qianqiying, a small government office, to secretly monitor this extremely huge city, observing every detail.
He couldn't even imagine how Chen Yan could sift through so much information to find out the details he should pay attention to, so as to make correct decisions one after another.
It's incomprehensible and unimaginable, but Chu Qing is willing to learn and try, even if he knows that he is a fake.
Because he wants to do something in his career as a counterfeit, as Tao Ruolin said, do the right thing. This time, he wants to be bigger and stronger, and there will be corpses everywhere!
There were no punctuation marks, and they were all on the bamboo slips from right to left. Chu Qing had a hard time reading them.
Looking at everything that happened in the capital last night, Chu Qing's face became increasingly weird.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the left minister of the Ministry of Punishment left Wang Tai's residence, stepped into the sedan chair, and returned to the mansion...
At the west gate, the city gatekeeper ascends the tower, the right door opens, and there are four carriages covered with black cloth...
At Haishi, Chu Qing, the deputy commander of Qianqiying, returned home. His right leg was lighter than the day before...
Tan Mansion, Yunhui General Tan Zhongping returned to his home, and the house was full of chickens and dogs. After half a stick of incense, Tan Shangyi came out of the house, his face covered with blood, and he was crying...
The Qiu Mansion is constantly noisy. It seems that Qiu Wanshan, the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, has been raped by the eldest lady again...
"What the hell is this?" Chu Qing shouted towards the outside: "Here comes someone."
Wang Tongtong ran in, and Chu Qing pointed to the bamboo slips on the table: "What are these things written on?"
"Officials from Beijing the night before..."
"No, I won't ask about the Minister of Justice and the Minister of City Gate. What about me? Why do you even remember me?"
Wang Tongtong came up to him, glanced at him and smiled innocently: "You are also an official."
Chu Qing was speechless and pointed at the bamboo slip: "Well, I know General Yunhui Tan Zhongping, and I also know Tan Lao Er Tan Shangyi. Why did Tan Lao Er run out of Tan's house with blood on his face? What happened to his family?
"
"There is a brother in the Tan Mansion, so I would like to go and inquire about him."
Wang Tongtong ran out, and Chu Qing continued to read. What was recorded on these bamboo slips were all fragmentary information about what happened the night before.
But these unrelated information were gradually pieced together, and a vague city appeared in Chu Qing's mind. In the city, different people, different officials, different mansions, and different things were happening. Gradually,
Fresh, gradually clear.
Chu Qing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to understand what the words "Qianqiying" meant.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Wang Tongtong pushed the door open and entered.
"Sir, I have asked clearly."
In fact, Chu Qing didn't care about what happened in Tan's house last night. He was just very impressed by the Tan family and his son and was a little curious.
Tan Shangyi is the son of Tan Zhongping. His face is covered with blood. He must have been beaten. Who else beat him in Tan Mansion except his father. But the question is, why did his father beat him?
"Yesterday was Tan Shangyi's birthday. General Tan went to Beijing and returned to his mansion after nightfall. The father and son drank, and Tan Shangyi got drunk."
Chu Qing was confused: "He drank too much and was beaten by his father?"
"After Mr. Tan got drunk, he told General Tan that today was his birthday and he wanted to ask General Tan for something. General Tan asked what the matter was. Mr. Tan said that he had called General Tan his father for nearly twenty years. Today
On his birthday, I have only one wish, that I want General Tan to call him daddy."
Fu San praised: "How brave."
Chu Qing: "..."
A detective ran in and said, "Master Chu, there is a woman wearing the clothes of a servant of the Zhang family outside the government office asking to see you."
