Chu Qing came to the south of the city again and came to the familiar slope.
In his eyes, there was a wasteland.
The appearance of the wasteland in his mind gradually changed. It was no longer dull yellow everywhere, but now had red, green, running figures, and even sounds.
The red ones are bricks, the green ones are tiles, the running ones are children, and the voices are laughing.
The things that made him worry, made him smile bitterly, made his back teeth ache, made him clench his fists, made him curse, the Li family, the ministers, the emperor, all of them gradually blurred and became indifferent.
In my mind, there is only longing, a longing based on that wasteland.
Accompanied by Bihua, Tao Ruolin came to the slope and looked at Chu Qing who was just looking in the direction of the wasteland.
"what's on your mind?"
"You can't have nothing to rely on." Chu Qing withdrew his gaze, with a smile on his face and a longing smile: "People, you can't have nothing to rely on!"
Tao Ruolin didn't understand, but she seemed to understand, and she also laughed, sweetly and silly.
"Hahahahaha."
Chu Qing suddenly burst out laughing, and then ran towards the slope, dancing like a madman.
"You unscrupulous people, even if Nyima is asleep, get up and work for me!"
Bihua frowned: "Miss, he insulted those refugees."
"Some people are worried on their lips, but don't care in their hearts. Some people are scolding on their lips, but they are worried about everyone else in their hearts."
Tao Ruolin chuckled: "Mr. Chu, that's great."
Changxian also ran out and followed Chu Qing, shouting.
"Master Chu...Master Chu, wait, wait for the students~~~"
As the sun sets, the son of an official who was originally dressed in white and riding a horse in the northern city is now wearing a black Qianqiying gown, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist, cursing uncleanly, and stepping on the mud with his black official boots. On the unbearable soil, like a lunatic, among the refugees, he described to everyone a scene that could not appear in their dreams.
Tao Ruolin's eyes also lit up on the slope. The young master waving his arms looked so heroic.
On the wall of the south gate, three people stopped and stood.
Huang Laosi, who was wearing regular clothes, asked softly: "Wei Aiqing, is Chu Qing here?"
The tall Wei Changfeng stood behind Huang Laosi, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Old minister, I don't know."
"Yes, even I can't guess what this kid is thinking or what he wants to do."
Huang Laosi turned his head slightly and looked at Qiu Wanshan, who was accompanying the driver for the first time with an excited expression: "What do Qiu Qing's family think?"
"I don't know either, but I only know one thing."
"What's the matter?"
The look of sincerity and fear on Qiu Wanshan's face gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a sense of relief: "Chu Qing... may be the only official in Beijing who is so close to the refugees among the refugees."
Huang Laosi nodded, first gently, and then nodded heavily.
Sun An and the disguised guards stood far away, standing at the stairs of the city wall, blowing in the night breeze.
The three emperors just stood on the city wall and watched, watching Chu Qing dancing among the refugees, seeming to be explaining something to the refugees. The unbearable yelling and cursing came with the night wind, but those refugees, But they just stopped quietly, seemingly stunned, seemingly in disbelief, until a few people knelt down, and then more and more people knelt down.
Chu Qing was still cursing, stretched out his hand, and pulled the kneeling people up with a curse. He also stretched out his foot and lightly kicked some refugees on the buttocks. He was still cursing and laughing, and the refugees also laughed and giggled. The laughter seemed to be contagious, and more and more people laughed.
"I...envy, envy Chu Qing."
Huang Laosi's rough and strong fingers grasped the masonry of the city wall so hard that he almost cracked the hard masonry.
"Those are all my people, my people." Huang Laosi's fingers became harder and harder: "But I can only watch them shivering in the heavy rain, like a dog that was killed by God. Insulting, harming, I..."
"Fortunately, God takes pity on me." Huang Laosi loosened his fingers, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated: "Fortunately, there is Chu Qing. There is this bastard who wants me to cut him into pieces several times. He I did what I should have done but couldn't."
Huang Laosi turned around and looked at Wei Changfeng, his strong and deep facial features even contained a hint of imperceptible prayer.
"Wei Qing, there are many things that I should do and want to do. Even in my dreams, I want to try them. But there are always people who stop me. If I do it forcefully, it will harm more people. Many people, Wei Qing, my Wei Qing, help me, help me fulfill my wish."
Wei Changfeng fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes full of determination.
"Old minister, we are determined to investigate all tax banks in the world as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'm waiting for you, waiting for Qing Wei, I want the treasury to be abundant, I want the refugees to no longer have to suffer from leaving their homes, I want the treasury to be abundant, I want the people in the capital to no longer suffer from hunger, I want the treasury to be abundant, I want the world to have no more People who are hungry will no longer have people in rags. I want the national treasury to be rich, and I want this world to have no more villains who bully and harm the people!"
"My lord, I will definitely live up to my mission."
"It's night." Huang Laosi gently patted Wei Changfeng's broad shoulder: "Wei Qing, please take care of yourself and create a prosperous world with me!"
Huang Laosi left, with his hands behind his back, always keeping his waist straight, even if all the troops looked at him were enemies and thieves, even if the country was full of moths and couldn't move even an inch, even if many aristocratic families wanted to compete with the imperial power, the emperor was prosperous. Chengyou's waist is always straight.
Qiu Wanshan helped Wei Changfeng up. The latter looked at the refugees outside the city again, looked at the figure among the refugees who was still cursing and dancing, and slowly asked the confusion in his heart.
"Why?"
There were only two words, but Qiu Wanshan understood what they meant.
"Master Wei ordered my subordinate to defend Chu Qing from the bright spear, and he naturally obeyed."
Wei Changfeng still asked: "Why?"
Qiu Wanshan was silent. This time, he did not speak immediately. It took a long time: "At the beginning, if someone above the court had protected me like a lower official...like a lower official, I guess there would be no Qiu Wanshan like me today."
Wei Changfeng was moved and turned to look at Qiu Wanshan, staring.
Qiu Wanshan smiled bitterly and said: "Dachang Dynasty, there have been too many Qiu Wanshan, but no one is Chu Qing. I am afraid. After learning about Zui Keju yesterday, I was afraid, frightened, afraid, and shivering with fear." trembling."
Wei Changfeng still stared at Qiu Wanshan and listened quietly.
"Xiaguan is really afraid. He is afraid that Chu Qing... will turn into Qiu Wanshan. Chu Qing and Xiaguan are very similar back then. But Xiaguan is afraid. He is afraid to the extreme. He is afraid that Chu Qing will turn into Qiu Wanshan. The official became Qiu Wanshan."
Wei Changfeng took a deep breath, smiled, and slapped Qiu Wanshan on the shoulder so hard.
"When your temples are gray, no matter how people in the world insult you, you only need to say two words, Chu Qing, that's enough."
Qiu Wanshan laughed loudly, with great joy and pride. He straightened his waist and chest just like Huang Laosi.
