The martial arts performance day that Quanchang Kyoto has been waiting for has finally arrived.
There are three martial arts days in total. The first day is equestrian, the second day is archery, and the third day is the most exciting final event, do it!
Of course, the imperial court doesn't care if this is called fighting, it's called confrontation.
It means that both sides have clearly displayed their chariots and horses, wooden spears, swords, and bows. You can use whatever you want. You can be an infantry or cavalry person with or without a horse. You can even go up and bite someone with your bare buttocks. It is similar to an irregular large-scale melee. Both sides As long as the number of people is the same, keep a distance of 200 steps, and then go up and do it after saying "Ike God".
The martial arts performance starts at 11:00 a.m., which is 9:15 in the morning. The Emperor's Holy Chariot will enter the venue only at 11:00 a.m., while ordinary people can come after half past 10:00 a.m.
Chu Qing was in a worse situation. At Mao Shi, that is, at five o'clock in the morning, he had to bring Tan Ma from Qianqi Camp and Jingwei from Xiaoqi Camp to come over in advance.
Maybe God thinks it's irritating that Chang Chao spends money on these useless things. It's snowing heavily and there's a strong wind.
Chu Qing, who was outside the city and was wearing fox fur, was shivering from the cold.
The martial arts performance field is very large, at least as big as two football fields. Jingwei, under the leadership of the Ministry of Works, built a wooden fence half a person's height last night.
Chu Qing looked around and was not surprised at all. Work in the Ministry of Works had always been so poor.
At any rate, it's okay to enclose the steps. The monarch and his ministers are fine, but what about the people? The people just stand outside the wooden fence and watch?
The so-called grandstand has only one side. Behind the general stand, it is a bit like the seats in the Colosseum. There are one layer after another, a total of six layers. The top layer is naturally the seat of the emperor.
Chu Qing could no longer complain about the Ministry of Industry.
The emperor is high up, and that is as it should be. The problem is that you can just put a few boards around to block the wind. The highest position is naturally the position with the strongest wind.
Fu San stood aside, shrinking his head.
It has only been a few days since the third brother took off the medicinal cloth, and no bones were injured, so he has basically recovered.
After the injury healed, Fu San's eyes no longer revealed the wisdom inadvertently.
But Chu Qing knew that Fu San had almost reached the state of returning to nature.
Because this guy never walked in front of him again and never exposed his back to Chu Qing.
Finding a place with leeward wind, Chu Qing felt cold and sleepy, yawning and watching the men and horses of Jingwei and Jingzhao Mansion working around.
Seeing that the time was almost up, another group of people came from the distance, all wearing official robes, followed by many government officials, pulling a carriage full of ceremonial supplies.
At the front was an official sedan, which slowly descended, and an official from the third rank stepped out, shouting in front of him and crowding behind him.
Chu Qing was facing Feng, and after squinting for a long time, he couldn't see clearly: "Who is this, with such a big air?"
Fu San ran a few steps to get a closer look, but suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at Chu Qing's hands. After seeing that there was nothing in Chu Qing's hands, he continued running forward.
Chu Qing's nose was so angry that he was crooked.
Trust between people has completely disappeared, and the world is in decline.
After Fu San ran over, he looked for someone to ask. Before he could ask clearly, the old man who looked like stars over the moon came over with a smile.
Fu San also ran back quickly, and they both came to Chu Qing at the same time.
Wu Shixun looked like he was smiling: "Old man Wu Shixun, Commander Chu is indeed a handsome young man."
"Wu Shixun?" Chu Qing's expression froze: "Wu Shixun, the minister of Taichang Temple?"
A look of displeasure flashed across Wu Shixun's face.
Although he is a temple minister no better than a minister, he is still from the third rank. Calling him by his first name is too disrespectful.
In fact, Wu Shixun has never met Chu Qing. The six ministers of the Nine Temples and the Nine Temples do not need to go to court every day. Recently, Wu Shixun has to deal with Chu Qing and others, so he goes to court every day. Today is the first time that the two met.
Chu Qing looked at the other party up and down and smiled: "Are you the Lord Wu Shixun who has been impeaching Qiu Wanshan in the court these days?"
Looking at Chu Qing with a playful smile, Wu Shixun didn't mince words. When he saw no one around, he lowered his voice.
"What a promising soldier for the emperor and a young man. His future achievements are limitless."
After a slight pause, Wu Shixun said with a regretful look: "Why do you have to think about setting up a poor academy, and are you not afraid of getting yourself burned?"
Chu Qing was holding back his laughter. His expression was obviously that he was laughing, but he looked like he was trying his best to hold it back.
Wu Shixun's gray brows knitted together: "Why are you laughing?"
"Well, Master Wu, I'm very curious, are you usually so brave?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, no, no, no." Chu Qing shook his head like a rattle, still trying to hold back his laughter: "It has nothing to do with me, I just want to interview you. How much fake wine did you have to drink before you dare to Take the initiative to find trouble for Qiu Wanshan."
Chu Qing was really, really curious. He was curious about what kind of terminal illness Wu Shixun had, and he led a group of idiots to impeach Mr. Qiu in the court. Is this guy in a hurry to win over the Lord of Hell?
Staring at the smiling Chu Qing, Wu Shixun's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Wu Shixun, who was full of doubts, asked: "Looking at the meaning of Commander Guan Chu, is it possible that Qiu Shilang, who is currently waiting in the mansion, has a back-up plan?"
Chu Qing waved his hand: "Let's order the coffin. I, the commander, will waste my time talking to the people who are about to die."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing took Fu San away with his hands behind his back.
Still speaking the truth, Chu Qing's mentality is very stable now.
He knew that Yu Tianlun and King Yong were both in the same group as Wu Shixun, and that the person who truly represented the aristocratic family in Beijing was probably not Yu Tianlun, but Wu Shixun.
But Chu Qing also knew that Wu Shixun was going to die. Even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to work as a temple minister for long.
If an official is waiting to serve and accepts his fate, there is basically no room for improvement.
Li Wenli had also attended before, but there were other members of the Li family in the court, and Li Wenli did not accept his fate.
Qiu Wanshan is different. Lao Qiu is no longer part of the Qiu family. It is not that the Qiu family has been abandoned by Qiu Wanshan, but that Qiu Wanshan has been abandoned by the Qiu family.
During this period of time, Qiu Wanshan has been acting like a dead dog. You can impeach him or her as you please, no matter what you say, how I listen, how you come, how I suffer. He is completely at the mercy of others.
But Chu Qing was extremely sure.
Wu Shixun is destined to die, and it should be just a few days after the martial arts performance day.
Chu Qing couldn't think of any means by which Lao Qiu could make a comeback, but he had such confidence that Mr. Qiu would definitely make a comeback, and this comeback was not about self-rescue, but murder and heart-wrenching.
Despite the cold wind, Chu Qing's mood improved inexplicably.
He has seen many people seeking death, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Wu Shixun who is so determined, so unhesitating, and so mindless.
When Qiu Wanshan, Li Wenli and Zhang Songling's troops were fighting, they were all doing Taipingquan casually, as if they were barely using their brains.
Now, if Lao Qiu takes the initiative to use his brain, the result can be imagined.
