Chu Qing left the palace depressed. As he walked, he secretly cursed the dead eunuchs in the palace, including Sun An.
The old eunuch curled his lips for the last time and said that there was not much material for building the eunuch, just a few palace pillars. If you want them, you don't have anything else. Let Chu Qing find a way to do it on his own.
After leaving the palace, the sky turned completely dark. Chu Qing took Fu San back to the Chu Mansion.
Chu Wensheng was still very excited and was drinking with the old housekeeper.
The matter was not resolved, and Chu Qing didn't want to cause trouble for his father. He didn't eat anything when he returned to the bedroom, so he took off his clothes and went to sleep.
After a night of silence, early the next morning, Chu Qing took Fu San to Tao's Zhuangzi in the northern suburbs.
From south to north, Chu Qing was sweating profusely as he walked, especially when passing through the bustling North City, where there were huge crowds of people.
Chu Qing secretly decided that he must learn to ride a horse when he got some free time. As for riding in a sedan, he might as well save it, as a cerebral thrombosis in ten years would go away faster.
When we arrived at the city gate, we still had to wait in a long line for another half an hour.
This is the case in Changjing. People have to verify their identities when entering and exiting the city gates. The city gatekeepers and the soldiers of Jingzhao Mansion all look fierce. Some people know that they are verifying certificates, but some people think they are collecting tolls.
After finally arriving at Chu Qing, the city gatekeeper looked the former up and down and wondered whether he should laugh or cry: "Why doesn't this young master take the side door?"
"Side door?"
"Looking at the young master's clothes, he seems to have an extraordinary background. He should be the son of a high-ranking family. How can he squeeze into the main entrance with the common people?"
After the city gate man finished speaking, he pointed to the side door in the distance where official sedans came in and out.
Chu Qing turned around and glared at Fu San. Fu San was also very innocent. He rarely went out of the city. When he did, he always walked through the main entrance where the people crowded. Who knew there was such a thing as a side entrance.
Seeing Chu Qing's strange behavior, the city gate man's expression changed slightly: "I dare to ask, what is the purpose of the young master leaving the city?"
"Oh, let's go to Taojiazhuangzi. My surname is Chu, and I'm an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs."
"Official of the Ministry of Hubu?" Cheng Menlang said with a guarded face: "Since you are a Lord of the Ministry of Hubu, why don't you wear official robes, and why don't you ride in a sedan chair? Do you have a tooth badge from the Ministry of Hubu?"
Chu Qing took out the tooth tag from his arms and handed it to Chengmen Lang.
The city gate man took a closer look and took a deep breath.
It's not the official toothpai of the Ministry of Revenue, but it is the toothpai that can enter the palace.
"Noble man, don't blame me." Cheng Menlang knelt down on one knee, his face turned pale with fright, and he quickly apologized: "The villain has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai."
"What are you doing? Just kneel down." Chu Qing pulled the city gate man up angrily: "Get up, it's just your job, come on and do it well, bye."
Chu Qing asked for the toothpai back, and then took Fu San out of the city.
But as soon as he left the city gate, Chu Qing began to feel dissatisfied again.
There are four gates in Changjing: East, South, West, and North, Chang, Long, Xing, and Sheng. My memory is a little fuzzy and I can’t remember the other three gates. But the Beisheng Gate on the north side should be the gate with the most people entering and leaving the city. , after all, it relies on Beishi.
The people waiting to enter the city outside the city can be seen endlessly. Most of them are working in the city or vendors. If they line up at this speed, it will take at least half an hour, or more than an hour, to enter the city.
Looking at the small doors on both sides, that is, the side doors, there are people riding horses and sedans wearing gorgeous clothes.
There was no rush on the faces of this group of people, and they were probably not entering or leaving the city for important matters, but they were able to pass without any hindrance. Instead, they were just people who were busy with their daily lives and were waiting hard.
Chu Qing looked back at the tall city gate.
He really couldn't understand the significance of this city gate.
If we want to guard against foreign enemies, if we can reach Changjing, it will be useless just to break through.
It's not just to prevent foreign enemies, but it also causes traffic inconvenience, so it's better to demolish it.
Moreover, there is a curfew in Changjing. After Haishi, that is, after nine o'clock in the evening, you are not allowed to walk around at will. Once the Jingzhao Prefecture soldiers patrolling the streets catch you, they will charge you 200 coins at the least, and fine you at the worst. Semi-suite.
Of course, it is still aimed at the common people. If they are high-ranking officials, the soldiers will not take a second look at them. It seems that it is always the poor people who make trouble and commit crimes. Those who are rich and officials are all good people. Kind people.
Thinking of this, Chu Qing suddenly gained a new understanding of the saying that poverty is the original sin.
Isn’t that right? Being poor is a crime. The biggest crime is having to queue up, being subject to curfew, being interrogated by soldiers, and making things difficult for you by the city gatekeepers. If you have money and power, you have to dominate others. On the street, people dominate others. All is fine, no sin whatsoever.
Fu San glanced at Chu Qing, who was unhappy, and asked in confusion: "Master, are you worried?"
"without."
"You do."
"I said no."
"I see you have it, little one."
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm just thinking about it, I don't have anything to worry about."
"You can talk to me about it." Fu San said seriously: "I feel like a dignified man should speak out if he has something on his mind. If he doesn't say it and just holds it in, he will feel uncomfortable and want to stab someone with a knife. .”
"You're not talking about a manly man, you're talking about an antisocial personality."
"I don't understand either. I know that Master, you have changed recently. If you had anything on your mind before, you would always tell me."
"Really?" Chu Qing couldn't "remember" it for a while, so he asked curiously: "Then what was on my mind before?"
"A lot." Fu San chuckled: "You always told me that the old madam in Yulailou is the most flirtatious, and you have lost your soul in seducing her. If you get money one day, you will sleep with her anyway, and still have sex with her. I asked you how you want to sleep, and also, the flower on the Liuhe River is the official daughter of Jiaofangsi. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If she gets on the bed, she must have screamed..."
"Third brother, please take a break." Chu Qing interrupted quickly: "Am I sharing my thoughts with you? This is obviously the obscene obscenity of two old perverts, okay?"
"What does Lao Se Pi mean?"
"Speaking of civil servants."
Fu San nodded as if he didn't understand: "Although I don't understand the meaning, I feel that the three words "Lao Se Pi" are closely related to those sour scholars."
Chu Qing laughed and mentioned another thing: "By the way, in a few days, you can teach me to ride a horse."
"horse riding?"
"Yes, otherwise walking would be too tiring."
"Master, why don't you take the sedan chair?"
"Too slow."
Fu San made a sound, and looked like he was hesitating to speak. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, if you want to ride something to enjoy yourself, you'd better go to the flower boat. Forget about the horse, you can't ride it."
Chu Qing was confused: "Why?"
"I'm tired and I'm suffering."
"I'm not afraid of getting tired, and I'm not afraid of suffering. Besides, there's nothing wrong with riding a horse."
"I don't know what to say. If you insist on doing this, I will definitely teach you. You will know after you ride it."
Chu Qing was puzzled.
It's just riding a horse. What's wrong with it is nothing more than rubbing off some skin on the inner thighs.
