The two parties agreed that on the next day, 208 people from Taojia Zhuangzi would wait outside Tai'anfang, and Chu Qing would tell them what to do.
After Chu Qing and Fu San left, they walked back to the capital.
"San'er." Chu Qing walked leisurely, but those crescent-like eyes always appeared in his mind: "That maid, the maid who said she would give you twenty big-eared posts, do you think she looks good?
?"
"With a veil, you can't see clearly."
"The veil only covers half of the face, it's not like the whole plastic bag covers the head."
Fu San said in an experienced tone: "Master, some women here cover half of their faces, and it makes you feel unbearable to see them. But after taking off their veils, you realize that these women always spend a lot of money."
He died unjustly."
Chu Qing looked sideways.
First of all, it’s true that there are half a face. There are many young ladies wearing masks in later generations. It’s so pleasing to the eye, but once the mask is taken off, they are completely different.
Secondly, money has always been wasted. What does this mean?
That half of the beautiful face still appeared in Chu Qing's mind, and he murmured: "But that half of the face, and those eyes, are so nice, she must be a beauty."
Fu San laughed and said, "Master, if you don't like this tune, I will win some money in the house in a few days. I will accompany you to the Xiangnuang Pavilion in Liuhe to have fun. They are all waiting for the veil. I guarantee that you will have enough fun."
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Chu Qing suddenly realized that this was where Fu San's money had been spent.
"Hold it, what you said is like opening a blind box. We won't use this persona anymore. We need to be positive and positive. We must have a face that cares about the country and the people. You understand."
"Master, what is positive energy?"
"He has a face that is concerned about the country and the people."
"I seem to understand."
"You know shit."
"How come I don't understand." Fu San sighed slightly and looked in the direction of the capital: "It's night, and I don't know if the old bustard of Huiyin Tower...that girl Huiyu is being treated well. Hey, the world is unfair, how can we let Huiyu
Such a beauty stays alone in her empty boudoir."
After finishing speaking, Fu San laughed at Chu Qing: "Master, that's what you mean."
"You are so worried about the country and the people. You obviously want to go to a health care center."
"But that's what civil servants are like in the DPRK. Aren't civil servants worried about the country and the people all day long?"
Chu Qing opened his mouth and then gave a thumbs up: "Enterprise-level understanding, full marks, nothing wrong with me at all."
"Young master, if you put it this way, if I had spent some money at the border, I might have been able to work as a civil servant. If things go wrong, I could be a fifth-grade official now."
"You can pull it, don't say fifth grade, seventh grade is enough for you."
Fukusan even said, "Others have done it, why can't I do it?"
"Let me ask you, when you go to that Huiyin Tower, how many people do you call at a time?"
"One."
"Then let's end it. People of seventh grade should start with at least seven, otherwise they will be sorry for their own grade. Eight for sixth grade, seven for fifth grade, and so on."
"So this is how the grades are divided." Fu San took a breath, with admiration on his face: "This civil servant is really not something ordinary people can do. He is so powerful."
"That's necessary." Chu Qing laughed loudly: "I used to be young and ignorant. I rarely went to that place, but I went there a lot. People would think that we were civil servants. Besides, we are so poor that we still go to whoring.
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"Young master, what you said is wrong. If the younger one goes, it doesn't cost any money, and the old madam has to pay the younger one. Doesn't that count as prostitution?"
"It's fine if you don't give me money, but you still have to pay for it?!" Chu Qing looked shocked: "Master, I take back what I just said. Based on your remarks, you are more than enough to be a minister of the Ministry of Revenue, let alone a civil servant.
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"Young master, you love me so much. No wonder you are so desperate to be an official. Your emotions are directed towards this, and you make others envious of you."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The two of them had wretched looks on their faces and began to arrange the civil servants in the court again.
At this time, in Tao's house, Tao Ruolin, the real eldest lady of the Tao family, was talking to Bihua about Chu Qing's master and servant.
In the back garden, Tao Ruolin put on a gauze dress. Bihua played with the stone lock and said with a smile: "Just let it go as you like. If you have to change into the maid's clothes to join in the fun, even the slaves will find it difficult."
"I always tell you, but you don't understand. As for people, if you want to live happily and laugh, you will naturally join in on the fun."
"He's just the son of a minister who has lost his position. How interesting is that."
"Wouldn't it be interesting if I went? But of course it would be boring if you went." Tao Ruolin pointed to the copper hammer on the weapon rack: "You are playing with a set of copper hammers. I haven't seen you play with hammers for a long time."
"Play with a hammer, okay." Bihua let go of the stone lock and walked towards the weapon rack.
"Bihua, how do you think Mr. Chu can complete the renovation of Taowu Hall in just a few months?"
"Hey, miss, you don't understand this building thing, but my servants do. Normally, when farmers build a house, their servants will help. Just say that short house, it will take seven or eight days at least, let alone the palace.
The palace in it.”
Weighing the copper hammer in his hand, Bihua was slightly confused: "Miss, don't you know that the position of the left minister of the Ministry of Industry is not guaranteed? Why do you want to meddle in this business? It can't really be because Mr. Chu treats the guards well."
"I originally wanted to drive them away, but just now I suddenly thought of something."
"What's up?"
"After the new king ascended the throne, he couldn't wait to replace the ministers who were loyal to the Supreme Emperor. Twenty-three officials were dismissed from the fifth-rank and above officials. Now there are only four left, one of whom has the title of Lord.
Lieutenant, one is the fifth-rank Anlong Zhongzhou Biejia, one is serving the Imperial Palace of the Sixth Bureau of the Province, and the other is Chu Wensheng, the left minister of the Ministry of Industry."
Bihua put the copper hammer in her hand like a tiger in the air, and said without blushing or out of breath: "I don't understand, you'd better say it clearly."
"Do you know the similarities between these four people?"
"How do you know this, slave?"
"You have the ability." Tao Ruolin put away her smile and said quietly: "They are all capable people. The eyes of this new king who has just ascended the throne are bright. The government hall is full of wine bags and rice bags, there are many noble families, and the capital is full of people.
They are empty talk scholars. The new emperor is eager for talents and is also a monarch who cherishes talents. How can he really demote these capable people to common people? It's just that the time has not come yet. This Chu Mansion cannot be defeated. It is just looking at the future.
That’s all.”
Bihua put down the copper hammer and asked in confusion: "But I am also the prince's master, why do we fawn over this Young Master Chu?"
"How can it be flattery? If it is flattery, why bother asking for wages? It's just a good relationship."
"I feel that Mr. Chu is not like a fuel-efficient lamp. He looks soft, but there is fierceness in his eyes, but he is trying his best to hide it. Just now he said that he would deal with the eldest young master, and also asked the eldest young master to deal with it.
If I slap you, I think he is talking nonsense, but his eyes don’t look alike. In short, this man is not a good man or woman."
At this point, Bihua's face was full of confusion: "The eldest young master is the young minister of Dali Temple. Not to mention Mr. Chu, even Wen Sheng would call him "sir" when he saw the eldest young master. How dare he brag like this? Could it be that the eldest young master has something to do with it?
It fell into his hands."
"How could this happen?" Tao Ruolin threw the sweat towel over and said with a wry smile: "Brother, it's not like you don't know where the handle comes from. The eldest brother has always been more eye-catching. I guess Mr. Chu is really capable of something.
That’s why eldest brother respects him so much.”
"Miss, I'm not a servant saying that you, master, little miss, eldest master, these masters are all kind-hearted, but the people in the court are all cowards. Don't let others be cheated. You can't stay in Zhuangzi all day.
Now that you are here, go back to the house and walk around more so that you can give me some advice. They will listen to you the most."
"I'm not going." Tao Ruolin said angrily: "I helped my father become the prince's young master, and helped my eldest brother become the young minister of Dali Temple. Even that silly little sister became proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
A young talented girl can't always take care of them, and this girl always has to live her own life."
Bihua was embarrassed to say anything.
She didn't think Tao Ruolin had anything serious to do every day. She just wrote poems and paintings, or went to the village to climb trees and fish with a group of kids. She was quite happy, but she felt... nothing serious.
"By the way, have the people from the Jingzhong Competition List found out? I'm so curious that I've been thinking about who compared my poems all day long."
"Found it." Bihua took a big bowl and drank a lot of water. After drinking tons and tons, he wiped his mouth and said: "The Ministry of Household Affairs went to an agency, and it was he who followed Qiu Wanshan to Zui Lailou that day.
, that poem should have been written by him."
"But didn't Xiaoliu say that he was a young man?"
"Yes, you know better than anyone about the affairs of officials in the capital. That Qiu Wanshan cannot write poems, and his reputation is even worse. If any great Confucian scholar wants to associate with him, 80% of his poems will be written by the Prime Minister."
"Could it be that Wenquxing really descended to earth? What is that person's name?"
"My surname is Chu, I don't know what my name is."
"What are the physical characteristics?"
Bihua recalled for a moment: "Xiao Liu asked someone, and they said it was the Shu Cheng who was followed by a guard. He had a fierce look, and there was a frightening scar on his face. He always looked around with evil intentions when he walked.
It's like walking in the army..."
Bihua was stunned mid-sentence and could not continue.
Tao Ruolin was full of energy: "Is it him?"
Bihua looked suspicious: "It doesn't look like that. Mr. Chu, does he have such literary talent?"
Tao Ruolin laughed: "It's really interesting. Tomorrow, I will go with the banker to find Mr. Chu. I know he is an interesting person."
"How interesting." Bihua changed Tao Ruolin's tea and said carelessly: "I thought that the guard was much more interesting than him, so stupidly, he actually showed the knife. He was so majestic and evil. His hand must be
There were a lot of lives lost.”
Tao Ruolin was stunned for a moment, then looked strange: "Bihua, you can't be..."
Bihua's big face turned red and she shook her head repeatedly: "You can say whatever you want, I can say what you want. Miss, you are thinking wrong again."
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Oh, I just want that guard to be a good man with a strong spirit. When looking for a husband, you should look for someone like this. If you are suppressed by this man..."
"Hey, don't say any more. What are you thinking about? It's nonsense." Tao Ruolin looked disgusted: "Looks like a barbarian, not as good as Mr. Chu. At least he looks upright."