The martial arts performance day that Quanchang Kyoto has been waiting for has finally arrived.
There are three martial arts days in total, the first day is equestrian, the second day is archery, and the third day is the most exciting final event, do it!
Of course, the imperial court doesn't care if this is called fighting, it's called confrontation.
It means that both sides have clearly displayed their chariots and horses, wooden spears, swords and bows. You can use whatever you want. You can be an infantry or cavalry person with or without a horse. You can even go up bare buttocks to bite someone. It is similar to an irregular large-scale melee. Both sides
As long as the number of people is the same, keep a distance of 200 steps, and then go up and do it after saying "Ike God".
The martial arts performance starts at 11:00 a.m., which is 9:15 in the morning. The Emperor's Majesty will enter the venue only at 10:00 a.m., while ordinary people can come after half past 10:00 a.m.
Chu Qing was in a worse situation. At Mao Shi, that is, at five o'clock in the morning, he had to bring Tan Ma from the Qianqi Camp and Jingwei from the Xiaoqi Camp to come over in advance.
Maybe God thinks it's irritating that Chang Chao spends money on these useless things. It's snowing heavily and there's a strong wind.
Chu Qing, who was outside the city and was wearing fox fur, was shivering from the cold.
The martial arts performance field is very large, at least as big as two football fields. Last night, under the leadership of the Ministry of Works, Jingwei built a wooden fence half a person high.
Chu Qing looked around and was not surprised at all. Work in the Ministry of Works had always been so poor.
At any rate, it's okay to enclose the steps. The monarch and his ministers are fine. What about the people? The people just stand outside the wooden fence and watch?
The so-called grandstand has only one side. Behind the general stand, it is a bit like the seats in the Colosseum. There are one floor after another, a total of six floors. The top floor is naturally the seat of the emperor.
Chu Qing could no longer complain about the Ministry of Industry.
The emperor is high up, that is what he should be. The problem is that you can just put a few boards around to block the wind. The highest position is naturally the position with the strongest wind.
Fu San stood aside, shrinking his head.
It has only been a few days since the third brother took off the medicinal cloth, and no bones were injured, so he has basically recovered.
After the injury healed, Fu San's eyes no longer revealed the wisdom inadvertently.
But Chu Qing knew that Fu San had almost reached the state of returning to his original nature.
Because this guy never walked in front of him again and never exposed his back to Chu Qing.
Finding a place with leeward wind, Chu Qing felt cold and sleepy, yawning and watching the people of Jingwei and Jingzhao Mansion working around.
Seeing that the time was almost up, another group of people came from the distance, all wearing official robes, followed by many government officials, pulling a carriage full of ceremonial supplies.
At the front was an official sedan, which descended slowly, and an official from the third rank stepped out, shouting in front of him and crowding behind him.
Chu Qing was facing Feng, and after squinting for a long time, he still couldn't see clearly: "Who is this, with such a big air?"
Fu San ran out a few steps to get a closer look, but suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at Chu Qing's hands. After seeing that there was nothing in Chu Qing's hands, he continued running forward.
Chu Qing's nose was so angry that he was crooked.
Trust between people has completely disappeared, and the world is in decline.
After Fu San ran over, he looked for someone to ask. Before he could ask clearly, the old man who looked like stars over the moon came over with a smile.
Fu San also ran back quickly, and they both came to Chu Qing at the same time.
Wu Shixun looked like he was smiling: "I, Wu Shixun, Commander Chu is indeed a handsome young man."
"Wu Shixun?" Chu Qing's expression froze: "Wu Shixun, the minister of Taichang Temple?"
A look of displeasure flashed across Wu Shixun's face.
Although he is a temple minister no better than a minister, he is from the third rank and calls him by his first name, which is too disrespectful.
In fact, Wu Shixun has never met Chu Qing. The ministers of the Six Ministries and Nine Temples and the Nine Temples do not need to go to court every day. Recently, Wu Shixun had to deal with Chu Qing and others, so he went to court every day. Today is the first time that the two met.
Chu Qing looked at the other party up and down and smiled: "Are you the Lord Wu Shixun who has been impeaching Qiu Wanshan in the court every day these days?"
Looking at Chu Qing with a playful smile, Wu Shixun didn't mince words. Seeing no one around, he lowered his voice.
"What a promising emperor's personal soldier, and a young man. His future achievements are limitless."
After a slight pause, Wu Shixun said with a regretful look: "Why, if you have to think about setting up a poor academy, are you not afraid of getting burned?"
Chu Qing was holding back his laughter. His expression was obviously that he was laughing, but he looked like he was trying his best to hold it back.
Wu Shixun's gray brows knitted together: "Why are you laughing?"
"Well, Mr. Wu, I'm very curious, are you usually so brave?"
"You threaten me?"
"No, no, no, no." Chu Qing shook his head like a rattle, still trying to hold back his laughter: "It has nothing to do with me, I just want to interview you. How much fake wine did you have to drink before you dare to
Take the initiative to find trouble for Qiu Wanshan."
Chu Qing was really, really curious. He was curious about what kind of terminal illness Wu Shixun had, and why he led a group of fools to impeach Mr. Qiu in the court. Is this guy in a hurry to marry the Lord of Hell?
Staring at the smiling Chu Qing, Wu Shixun's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Wu Shixun, who was full of suspicion, asked: "What does Commander Guan Chu mean? Is it possible that Qiu Shilang, who is waiting in the mansion now, has some back-up plans?"
Chu Qing waved his hand: "Let's order the coffin. I, the commander, will waste my time arguing with the people who are about to die."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing took Fu San away with his hands behind his back.
He is still telling the truth, Chu Qing's mentality is very stable now.
He knew that Yu Tianlun and King Yong were all in the same group as Wu Shixun, and that the person who truly represented the aristocratic family in Beijing was probably not Yu Tianlun, but Wu Shixun.
But Chu Qing also knew that Wu Shixun was going to die. Even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to work as a temple minister for long.
If an official is ready to serve and accepts his fate, there is basically no room for improvement.
Li Wenli had also attended before, but there were other members of the Li family in the court, and Li Wenli did not accept his fate.
Qiu Wanshan is different. Lao Qiu is no longer a member of the Qiu family. It is not that the Qiu family was abandoned by Qiu Wanshan, but that Qiu Wanshan was abandoned by the Qiu family.
During this period of time, Qiu Wanshan has been acting like a dead dog. You can impeach him or her as you please, no matter what you say, how I listen, how you come, how I suffer. He is completely at the mercy of others.
But Chu Qing was extremely sure.
Wu Shixun is destined to die, and it should be within a few days after the martial arts performance day.
Chu Qing couldn't think of any means by which Lao Qiu could make a comeback, but he had such confidence that Mr. Qiu would definitely make a comeback, and this kind of comeback was not about self-rescue, but murder and heart-wrenching.
Despite the cold wind, Chu Qing's mood improved inexplicably.
He has seen many people seeking death, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Wu Shixun who is so determined, so unrepentant, and so mindless.
When Qiu Wanshan, Li Wenli and Zhang Songling's troops were fighting, they would just hit Taipingquan casually, as if they had hardly used their brains.
Now, if Lao Qiu takes the initiative to use his brain, the result can be imagined.