Chu Qing never told who to protect him, but he knew that as long as he left the government office, there would be at least eight to twelve detectives following him in the dark.
Including the trip from the auction house to Tao's Zhuangzi the night before, there were also twelve detectives protecting him in the dark.
After being assassinated by Li Mu, Chen Yan had already explained the matter, and Jiang Yuesheng also arranged for a replacement of manpower every day.
Seeing the twelve detectives with their swords drawn out, the refugee minister of Honglu Temple was so frightened that he almost peed.
In the whole capital, there are many people who can go out with twelve guards. Many courtiers can do this, but those who lead are called guards, not bodyguards. The biggest difference between guards and guards is whether they carry a knife or not.
It’s not like there aren’t those who carry weapons. Tianhuang nobles.
But the problem is that the guards of the Tianhuang nobles all carry long knives, not short knives like this.
Long knives are for cutting people, but they may not be able to kill them. Short knives are for stabbing people. They are hidden in the dark. If you get close and stab people, you will usually die with one stab. Therefore, most long knives in Beijing are just decorations to scare people and can be brought with you.
Holding a short sword is another concept.
There is only one place in the whole capital that has this kind of standard dagger, the Qianqi Camp of the Emperor’s Own Army!
Looking at that young face, the director of Honglu Temple immediately greeted him and bowed down to salute him.
"Chen Daliang, the head of the sixth rank of Zhanqing in the lower official Honglu Temple, has met the deputy commander."
Fu San corrected him: "It's the commander-in-chief!"
Chen Daliang didn't react for a moment: "Isn't the commander-in-chief father-in-law?"
"It's your uncle." Chu Qing waved his hand angrily, and the twelve detective horses who drew their daggers retreated and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
But Chen Daliang had no doubt that if the young deputy commander in front of him waved slightly again, these twelve people would still appear next to him quietly.
Chu Qing was not very surprised that the other party recognized him, and pointed to the money on the ground: "Pick it up, wipe it clean, take out all the money you three have, and give it to this person."
Through the brief conversation between Cao Hu and Chen Daliang just now, Chu Qing basically knew what was going on.
Without saying a word, Chen Daliang quickly picked up the money on the ground, and took out all the money and banknotes from his sleeves, adding up to more than ten coins. The two yamen servants with leg cramps were poorer and only had more than three hundred coins.
Chen Daliang accepted the money and presented the money in front of Chu Qing with trembling hands.
Fu San cursed: "You are deaf, my young master asked you to give money to this guy."
Chen Daliang quickly handed the money to Cao Hu.
Cao Hu glanced at Chu Qing. Although he was confused, he did not hesitate at all. He took all the more than ten swords and held them tightly in his hands like hidden treasures.
"The Fan tribes who have submitted to the imperial court are all our Dachang people." Chu Qing sneered: "Go back and tell your Shangguan that as an official of Honglu Temple, you are bullying the Fan people and not treating them equally. I, Qianqiying, can't stand it.
, I might cause trouble for you one day, so get out."
Chen Daliang was sweating profusely and did not dare to say anything. He saluted again and fled in a hurry with two government officials.
In the shadow of the famous tree, Chen Daliang is just a sixth-rank chief of the Nine Temples. Let alone him, not even his Shangguan and his family dare to provoke Qianqiying to provoke Chu Qing. How can a small chief?
Aren't you afraid? It's only been half a year now. In the hands of Chu Qing, indirectly or directly, there are more than ten people of fifth rank and above, including three powerful ministers, and this does not include the right minister of the Ministry of Industry, Hiromi Shang.
Chu Qing has been messing around until today, and the cards have come up. He has contact with either the prince or the minister, and he is too lazy to argue with a small boss.
Seeing Chen Daliang running away, Chu Qing looked at Cao Hu again: "Let me meet you, my name is Chu Qing, the most handsome man in the capital, the dream of thousands of girls, and the commander-in-chief of thousands of cavalry camps."
"Changjing Supreme People's Procuratorate." Fu Sanyi clasped his fists and introduced himself: "Fu Cha Cha."
Cao Hu bared his teeth and said he had never heard of it.
Of course, he didn’t even know which of the six films they were, so it was normal that he had never heard of them.
Just as he was about to speak, Cao Hu's stomach suddenly growled.
Chu Qing smiled slightly: "Come with us and treat you to something to eat. I just want to ask you something."
Cao Hu said "Okay" angrily, but the alert look on his face did not fade away.
Chu Qing didn't care, and walked forward side by side with Fu San, while Cao Hu lowered his head and followed.
When he came to the capital, he was not familiar with the place. He had no relatives or friends. If someone invited him to dinner, Cao Hu would naturally be happy. Although he still didn't understand Chu Qing's identity and didn't know why Chu Qing wanted to help him.
, but he knew that this guy should be a very big Han official.
Chu Qing said nothing, but Fu San talked a lot. He inadvertently noticed the calloused back of Cao Hu's hands and became interested.
"Have you ever practiced Full Palm Kung Fu?"
Cao Hu glanced at Fu San and was speechless.
Fu San looked familiar and patted Cao Hu's arm gently.
"After giving birth to a good body, I am afraid that my strength is not small."
Cao Hu still said nothing, just following Chu Qing like a dull gourd.
Fu San didn't take it seriously and asked cheerfully: "How come I haven't heard of the Hunu tribe, the Fanman who submitted to the imperial court..."
Chu Qing interrupted angrily: "Fan Ren."
"Yes, that's what the young master said." Fu San looked at Cao Hu and continued to ask: "The Fan tribes that submitted to the imperial court are all in the old forests of the deep mountains of Weijiang River. You said you came from the East China Sea. Where are the Fan tribes in the East China Sea?"
"Lake girl." Cao Hu finally spoke and grinned: "I helped you Han people fight. You Han people said they didn't care about our food and drink, but after the fight, they didn't care about us anymore."
"Help us fight?" Fu San looked confused.
Chu Qing also became interested, so he left and asked, "What year are you talking about?"
"The horsemen in the north of Zhongzhou will beat you, the Ying dogs in the East China Sea will also beat you, and the Fan people in the south will also beat you. When you are beaten."
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly: "During the Xinghong period?"
"It seems that seventy or eighty years ago, you Han people couldn't defend the east, so you transferred us to the east to beat the Ying dogs."
"I remember it, little one." Fu San slapped his forehead: "In the seventh year of Xinghong, there was a tribe of Fan people, about 4,000 people, who used tigers and wolves to help the boat masters?"
Cao Hu said "Yeah" expressionlessly.
Chu Qing scratched his forehead and had an impression that he had heard his father say it before, but he couldn't remember exactly what he said.
Not in a hurry, Fu San and Cao Hu were allowed to use their friendship to reduce their guard, and the three of them returned to the Qianqiying Yamen Office all the way.
Cao Hu was also foolish and bold. Although he was still on guard, he still followed Chu Qing into the government office.
Chu Qing turned around and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat?"
It's not that Chu Qing is reluctant to spend money, but that he has offended so many people now and he is afraid that someone else will poison him if he eats it outside.
Cao Hu is obviously a person who cherishes words as much as gold. He speaks concisely and concisely in one word---right.
I'm really hungry, my mouth is full.
"Okay." Chu Qing called a detective and said, "Buy some live chickens, kill them, and cook them in a big pot."
"only."
After the explanation, Chu Qing entered the class room and waved to Cao Hu: "Come in, I have something to ask you. I'll have dinner in a while."
Cao Hu stopped moving forward and acted against humanity as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Give me a thousand guan."
Chu Qing was confused: "A thousand strings?"
"You give me a thousand guans, and I will tell you whatever you ask me."
Fu San was angry: "Do you know who my young master is? He is so ignorant."
Cao Hu: "One hundred guan will do."
Chu Qing: "..."
Cao Hu: "You should always have it, right?"
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "This is the first time I see such a bargain."
Cao Hu: "One hundred essays are enough."
Chu Qing sighed and looked at Fu San: "Go and find Jiang Yuesheng and give him a hundred strings."
Cao Hu showed a bright smile.
It turns out that it’s not that Han people have trouble getting money, but that I haven’t found the right person.
What Chu Qing didn't know was that Cao Hu had no idea about a hundred coins, a thousand coins, and ten thousand coins. The most money he had ever seen in his life was fifty coins.
No, to be precise, it is Shiyi Guan 362 Wen, and I just got it.