The residence of the right minister of the Ministry of Rites is located in Tai'anfang, where dignitaries gather.
It was night, just after Haishi, and it was unsightly.
Whether it is a maid or a dancer, they are all disheveled, screaming and smiling coquettishly.
The right minister, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, with a flushed face, hugged Lvzhu in public, and chewed his withered lips randomly, like a severe diabetic, and Lvzhu's lips could release insulin.
Chu Qing originally thought that he could act in every situation and force a smile, but it turned out that even though he had seen many unsightly scenes, he still felt extremely repelled both physically and mentally, making him want to vomit.
The merchants drank too much, thoroughly drank too much, and acted casually in front of him, the deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion.
The bodies, which were either fat and full of fat or as skinny as old wood, let out harsh laughter, holding the cup and twisting back and forth.
Luzhu was also pressed on the table, not once, not by one person, flattering him, but occasionally, he raised his head and peeked at Chu Qing, who was lying on the table pretending to be too drunk, and Chu Qing, who was standing with his straight eyes never leaving the silver plate. Fukusan.
Seeing Chu Qing looking over, Lu Zhu showed a shy smile.
Chu Qing actually felt that Lu Zhu's smile was shy, even though there was a merchant behind her who had already lifted up his robe.
Fu San finally turned his head, and Luzhu hugged his chest with his hands.
This is the only dignity Luzhu has left, a ridiculous dignity.
But this was far from dignity. She was trampled into the mud, and a businessman roughly grabbed her hands and pulled her back.
Luzhu finally shed tears, because Fusan said to her in surprise a few days ago, "You have become a good person," while Luzhu nodded with a smile.
"Master."
Fu San's eyes finally turned to somewhere else, a woman, one of the many maids outside the Moon Gate.
These maids are not very old, and some of them still have a certain look on their faces.
These maids had their eyes closed, and some shed tears.
But the kind-faced old housekeeper of Zhang Mansion who had just greeted Chu Qing stood behind them, holding a riding whip in his hand.
"Master, he is a refugee." Fu San's voice was trembling: "I remember her when I was young. When Miss Tao distributed rice for the first time, the girl with a mole between her eyebrows asked for more rice and said It’s for grandpa.”
A businessman who had just put on his robe and had a flushed face saw Chu Qing and the two men looking at the maids, and said with a smile: "They are all maids from Mr. Zhang's house. They must have just been bought back and are still being trained. If Mr. Chu is interested, I asked the housekeepers to bring them in."
Chu Qing raised his head, smiled, and looked at the merchant.
"I." Chu Qing smiled sweetly: "I only like to train successful people like you!"
The merchant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and kept backing away. He always felt that Chu Qing's eyes were a little red, like a wild beast that was ready to devour anyone at any time.
Chu Qing couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the silver plate and stuffed it into his arms, took Fu San and disappeared into the moonlight.
Chu Qing, who left Zhang Mansion without saying goodbye, breathed heavily.
Separated by a wall, it seems like two worlds, two worlds inside the green brick high courtyard and outside the green brick high courtyard.
Without entering the carriage, Chu Qing threw away his crutches, endured the discomfort caused by his ankles, and walked in the opposite direction of the Chu Mansion, with Fu San following closely behind.
Chu Qing stopped and turned around.
Eight Thousand Cavalry Camp detectives emerged from the darkness quietly and came to Chu Qing with their heads lowered.
"From now on, the Qianqi Camp will be aware of the whereabouts of the ten beasts in Zhang Mansion at all times. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or one day, there must be such a day, when I want their heads, I will I don’t want to not be able to find them!”
Eight Thousand Cavalry Battalion detectives knelt down on one knee: "Wei."
"Now who will tell me why there are so many refugees in Zhang Mansion?"
Wang Tongtong raised his head: "After the construction of Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs was completed, many people from the capital went there to buy slaves."
"You, leave the city right now and tell the elderly people in the southern suburbs that starting from tonight, all slaves must pass through Jingzhao Mansion, no, pass through Qianqiying Yamen Office!"
"Can…"
Chu Qing had turned around and continued walking forward.
This was the first time Chu Qing had given such a formal order since he "served" as the deputy commander of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion. He issued two orders, two orders that the Thousand Cavalry Battalion must execute when exploring horses.
Chu Qing walked faster and faster, almost running, and finally arrived at his destination, the residence of Ma Rui, the governor of Jingzhao Mansion.
He walked forward and knocked on the door knocker hard, quickly and loudly.
The side door opened, Chu Qing pushed the housekeeper aside and walked in quickly.
The housekeeper's noise startled Ma Rui out of the back garden.
"Mr. Chu, late at night..."
Chu Qing straightened his clothes and slowly bowed down: "Master Ma, teach me!"
A trace of confusion flashed across Ma Rui's face, but then he smiled and waved his hand for the housekeeper to leave.
"Come with me."
He didn't ask what happened or why Chu Qing was making such a fuss in the middle of the night, but Ma Rui brought Chu Qing to the back garden with a smile on his face.
"sit."
Ma Rui stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and Chu Qing sat on the cold stone bench.
Asking the housekeeper to get the teapot and teacup, Ma Rui slowly poured a cup of tea for Chu Qing.
Wearing underwear and with disheveled hair, Ma Rui stared at Chu Qing and spoke slowly.
"What is an official? An official is one who silences his voice and knows how to shut up."
"What are the people? The people are noisy and shouting."
Ma Rui pointed to the tea cup: "Take a sip of tea and calm down."
Chu Qing picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Ma Rui nodded slightly: "The official said that the people are the sky, the people are the earth, the people are everything, everything in their eyes."
Chu Qing raised his eyebrows, and before he could refute, Ma Rui continued: "The official said so when standing outside the mansion, standing in the court, standing in front of the people, he said so, and he must say so, I can only say this, if I don’t say this, I will lose my official robe, my official body, and everything else.”
Chu Qing's eyes looked thoughtful.
Yes, this is the reputation of an official. Just talk and cherish your feathers.
"The people are noisy and shouting, and they dare to say anything, including scolding dog officials and cowardly kings."
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly, but Ma Rui didn't take it seriously and said to himself: "It seems that the officials want to silence and shut up. It seems that the people are noisy and shout at will, but you know the difference."
Chu Qing shook his head: "Please let Master Ma clarify my doubts."
"The difference is that the officials own everything in the world and have anything they want, while the people have nothing but noise and shouting, because they have nothing but noise and shouting."
"The official said he loved the people and protected the people, but when he returned to the palace, he cursed the people as lowly and tricky. After changing into regular clothes, he trampled on the people under his feet, trampled them severely, uttered evil words, punched and kicked them, and then put on the official uniform again. The robe helped the people up, shedding tears and softly comforting them."
"The people scolded the dog officials and the foolish kings, and it was still the same when they returned home. But do they really wish that the officials would die? Do they wish that the officials would all have no bones left? No, the officials in official robes fainted in front of them. The people He would help them up, take out the few rice grains left at home, cook a bowl of porridge, and take care of them carefully. They thought, very much, that they would look at them seriously, and listen to them carefully. Say something, take a look and see how the people look like, listen and see how miserable the people are."
"Officers, it is true to say that the people are untouchables, and it is also true for the people to scold the dog officials. But the officials hope that the people will always be untouchables. The people, however, hope that the dog officials will one day become upright officials and good officials. Officials, mouth They say they care about the people, but they trample on them time and time again. The people say they want their officials to die, but they are full of hope again and again, hoping that the officials they see will really match their words and deeds."
Ma Rui's eyes shed tears.
"The only thing the people have is noise and shouting, because they are as humble as grass and grass and as humble as wild dogs. No one cares about them. The only thing they can do is to use all their strength to shout. But the official has it. After everything else, the only thing they can't do is make noise and shout."
Chu Qing stood up and bent down to salute again.
He understood, every word.
God is unfair, but sometimes it is fair.
Those who have all the resources in society cannot speak at will, because they are public figures, and because they have everything, the only thing they cannot do is not speak at will.
The lowest people in society have nothing and will never have anything. The only thing they can have is the "freedom to speak", and they can say anything and anyone.
Because no matter what they say, no one listens, and no one cares.
Ma Rui sat opposite Chu Qing and took a sip of tea: "I don't listen to what the officials say, I only listen to what the people say, I don't listen to loyal kings, I don't listen to caring for the people, I only listen to noises, I only listen to shouts, so I am It is Jingzhao Prefecture Yin, Jingzhao Prefecture Yin Ma Rui, who dares to die."
Ma Rui put down the teacup and hugged his fists at Chu Qing: "If Mr. Chu is willing to listen to the noise and shouting, then there is no need to feel ashamed. There is no need to do anything, just listen. Once you listen, let it take its course. Okay, so you and I, Ma Rui, are on the same path."
Chu Qing saluted Ma Rui for the third time.
The night breeze was getting colder, Ma Rui held his slightly fat belly and smiled.
"Now, Mr. Chu, tell me what happened and how it went."
"Boy, you want to kill someone!"
"Okay." Ma Rui nodded with a smile: "The two words benevolence and virtue are involved in killing people. I wish I could kill with you."
"No, this time, kid, I have to kill myself."
"That's right. When you are an official, you have to kill people. When you are a good official, you have to kill people. When you are a good official for the people, you have to shed blood."
Ma Rui sighed deeply and murmured: "It seems that Mr. Chu has seen the official's face in the mansion."
