When Sun An left the palace and rushed to Qianqi Camp, Mr. Fu Youcai had just left.
The old eunuch didn't know Fu Youcai, but Mr. Fu knew Sun An, and he could tell by looking at his clothes that he was a close servant of the emperor.
Fu Youcai, who was still a little worried at first, smiled and made up his mind to follow Chu Qing all the way to the dark side.
After Sun An came to the squad room, he followed the emperor's instructions and told Chu Qing about Gong Chengan's report.
Chu Qing listened quietly and carefully, as if he clearly didn't understand but pretended to understand.
The old eunuch left after speaking, while Chu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
God’s will, God’s will is like this!
"Old man, this is not because I am actively seeking trouble for you. It is because you are concerned about the quota in my hands!"
Several detective horses were called, and Chu Qing ordered: "Go and spread the word that Chu Qing, the commander-in-chief of Qianqi Camp, has twenty places for the palace examination."
After the scouts left, Jiang Yuesheng asked in confusion: "Sir, if you spread the news, wouldn't it mean that Gong Chengan would know about this matter? If he knew about it, he would definitely cause trouble for you. Why?"
Chu Qing glanced at Fu San, who understood.
"Er Gou, you know why I never take the initiative to provoke you. Every time you bother my young master, I speak."
Jiang Yuesheng shook his head angrily.
Fu San chuckled: "Because if I take the initiative to provoke you, it will be an insult to you. When others see it, they will think that I am causing trouble. But if you scold me first and then I scold you, others will think that you are to blame."
Jiang Yuesheng showed an expression of sudden realization.
People will eventually grow, and Ergou has also grown up.
Now he has learned not to compete head-on with Fu San, but to endure it, improve, and grow. When one day he can practice his words more skillfully, he can compete with Fu San again. He firmly believes that this day will come.
, if it doesn’t come, he will hit himself hard with a brick.
Chu Qing waited patiently, eating, taking a lunch break, and building a snowman. Everything went as he expected. When night fell, someone came from the Imperial College.
A classics scholar named Zhang Shu, in his twenties, wearing a patched Confucian robe, stood outside the government office in the wind and snow.
Chu Qing knew that someone from the Imperial College was coming, so he told him in advance that he could just bring him in.
What made him extremely confused was that the Imperial College did not take him seriously.
The organizational structure of the Imperial College is relatively simple. The boss is the imperial minister, and normally he has an official rank of third or fourth rank. However, Gong Chengan is special, and he is given the rank of third rank.
Below the Imperial College is the second-in-command Si Ye, who is equivalent to the vice-chancellor.
Below Si Ye is the Jian Cheng, who is similar to the director of the education department.
Further down is the Dianbu, a small leader who oversees the printing and receipt of documents and supervises the officials to perform their duties.
Below the junior leader is a doctor, who is in charge of books, literature, and history. The doctor of the Imperial College is also an official, and basically has the same meaning as the teacher.
The doctor also has two deputies, one is a teaching assistant and the other is a direct lecturer. They usually help the doctor prepare lessons and run errands.
Then, the lowest level, the one with nothing at all, is called Dianxue. He is a tomboy and an errand boy. Unless future generations are spared, he is basically a temporary worker with a formal job.
The person sent by the Imperial College is just this kind of thing, a useless Dianxue, in his early twenties.
What Chu Qing couldn't accept the most was that such a worthless person would stand outside without coming in, and even said to the gatekeeper, Tanma, "We, the scholars, will not enter this smoky place."
Yes, it makes sense for scholars not to come to Tanma Concentration Camp, which is full of holes in the walls. After all, this is not a good place.
But the problem is that such a little Xie Xie directly told Tan Ma and asked Chu Qing to go out to meet him.
A Dianxue who doesn't even have a serious official position wants Chu Qing, the leader of the emperor's personal army, a third-rank general in the palace, and a distinguished commander, to go out to see him?!
Those who knew it was a classic from the Imperial Academy, but those who didn't know it thought it was the Emperor's father who had just been unearthed and came running.
Chu Qing came out. He was very suspicious of one thing. Could it be that Liang Jingru also traveled to Chang Dynasty?
With a group of losers, Chu Qing walked around the screen wall and met the Imperial Academy Jian Dian who was pretending to be the Supreme Emperor's father and was studying Zhang Shu.
As Tan Ma said, he is in his early twenties, maybe not even twenty. He has a touch of down on his mouth, but he is quite handsome. Standing in the wind and snow, his face is red, but he looks like he is working hard to straighten up.
The chest looks like facing the wind and snow.
Seeing Chu Qing coming out wearing noble clothes and a white fox fur, Zhang Shu spoke loudly.
"This lord is Chu Qing, the commander-in-chief of Qianqi Camp?"
"Yeah." Chu Qing nodded and frowned.
Zhang Shu had a slightly suspicious look on his face: "So young?"
This sentence "so young" made Chu Qingwen confused, and even Ergou was angry.
Before Chu Qing could speak, Zhang Shu directly stated his purpose of coming, as if everyone owed him eight million, as if he was dragging him.
"Master Gong wants you to go to court tomorrow and return the twenty palace examination quotas to the palace. The palace will give them to the Imperial College."
Chu Qing opened his mouth wide and drank a lot of wind.
Jiang Yuesheng finally knew why Chu Qing wanted to mess with Gong Chengan.
This old guy is his mother's fault. If he doesn't do it, it will be unreasonable.
Fu San walked down the steps and came to Zhang Shu with a malicious look on his face.
There was no fear on Zhang Shu's face, and he suddenly said: "I cultivate Haoran's righteousness, and the demons retreat!"
Fu San's expression changed drastically, he backed away continuously, almost fell down, and then he shouted with an exaggerated expression.
"This Haoran Zhengqi is so powerful, oh my." Fu San even raised his hand to cover his eyes: "This Haoran Zhengqi makes me unable to open my eyes. It's so powerful."
Chu Qing: "..."
Jiang Yuesheng was finally convinced.
He always thought that Fu San's heart-breaking efforts were all directed at him, but now he realized that Fu San was always more heart-breaking than he thought.
The surrounding detective horses were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
Zhang Shu was ashamed and angry, and pointed at Fu San: "How dare you insult our generation of scholars!"
Fu San put away his playful smile, came to Zhang Shu, squatted down, scratched the back of his head, then inserted his fingers into the ground and wrote a big character in a crooked way.
Fu San, who was still squatting, pointed to the words on the ground, raised his head and asked curiously: "Scholar who raises Haoran's righteousness, do you know what this word is?"
Zhang Shu frowned: "Death?"
Fu San stood up suddenly and ran back to Chu Qing.
"Master, he knows how to write the word "death". What's going on?"
The explorers burst into laughter again.
"What else can happen? I am stupid because of reading."
Chu Qing walked down the steps and came to Zhang Shu.
"One question." Chu Qing raised a finger: "Just one question, answer me, if one day you are an official or a county magistrate, and an epidemic disaster comes, what will you do?"
"Cure the sick and save the lives!"
"Do you know medicine?"
"don't know!"
"If you don't understand, how can you save people?" Chu Qing pressed forward step by step: "If you don't understand how to save people, you don't understand anything, which leads to the death of many people under your control. What do you, a derelict county magistrate, do?"
Zhang Shu laughed loudly, with a proud look on his face: "Without him, I would just throw myself into a well and die. I will definitely not insult my status as a scholar. How dare I live an ignoble existence!"
Chu Qing smiled, full of admiration, and gently patted Zhang Shu's proud face.
"Little cutie, no one else can care about you, only you. As long as I am still breathing, you will never want to be an official in this life."
After saying this with a smile, Chu Qing turned around and returned to the government office.
He just whispered something in a low voice when he passed by Jiang Yuesheng.
"Not only do we want to deal with Gong Chengan, but also the Imperial College!"
Jiang Yuesheng smiled bitterly.
Chu Qing finally extended his sinful hands to the highest university in Dachang Dynasty.
