Keep walking, walking slowly.
Chu Qing did not ask the question he wanted to ask.
There are many things and many answers that you need to see for yourself. The answers given by others are just answers and do not mean they are true or false.
After passing the Qizhen Pavilion and coming to a wine shop, the British public Feng Luo touched his stomach.
"I heard that you kid has a knack for making money and spends money like water. Why don't you treat me to a drink?"
Chu Qing quickly bent down and nodded: "This is my honor."
The British Duke grinned and walked into the wine shop called Wenqulou.
The waiter came up to him and was startled when he suddenly saw many Tan Ma with short daggers on their waists.
Chu Qing waved his hand, and the scouts dispersed again. Only Chu Qing and Fu San accompanied the British Duke.
Feng Luo chose a corner with his back to the wall, and his eyes could see everyone and everything in the room.
Chu Qing also had this habit. After experiencing the assassination, he also developed this habit. When he went out, he would sit in the corner.
Feng Luo looked at the waiter and asked softly what kind of wine it was, what kind of food it was, how much it cost, and how much it was. He asked very carefully.
Regardless of whether the waiter was impatient or not, he knew that Chu Qing, who went out with a group of guards carrying knives, was not an ordinary person, so he had to be patient, bending down and explaining word by word.
Chu Qing still stared at Feng Luo.
He knew that Feng Luo was not pretending.
The emperor was afraid of Feng Luo, and the Qianqi camp visited the horse, so he was secretly monitoring the old prince. Feng Luo had indeed never been to the wine shop.
The waiter was sharp-tongued and explained clearly. Feng Luo moved his index finger and even swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
I asked for two dishes first. I was afraid that I would not be able to finish the food if I asked for too much, so I was so stuffy that I asked for a pot.
When ordering the Mendao Donkey, Feng Luo also glanced at Chu Qing. He felt a little...indescribable, as if he was afraid that Chu Qing would find it expensive. Menpai Donkey was indeed more expensive than other drinks.
There are two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian. The meat one is eight-treasure duck, the vegetarian one is pickles, and the wine is stuffed donkey.
Feng Luo also asked the waiter if he could only have half of the eight-treasure duck.
After ordering food and wine, Feng Luo grabbed the wooden chopsticks and rubbed the two chopsticks against each other with his rough and skinny palms.
This is just a subconscious behavior.
But Chu Qing knew that this was the habit of the border troops.
Fu San once told him that the border troops must be quick and sharpen their knives frequently so that they can kill more enemy thieves. They also need to be quick and sharpen their chopsticks so that they can grab more enemies. Eat.
Even soldiers who have never read books know that whether or not they sharpen their chopsticks has nothing to do with whether they can eat more food, but everyone says so and does it as if it is natural.
Chu Qing looked at the chopsticks that were constantly rubbing against each other.
He knew that Feng Luo's inadvertence was also intentional.
The other party seemed to be telling himself.
Border troops, grab food.
The frontier army, the frontier army who killed the enemy for the country, always had insufficient food to eat and always wanted to rob.
Chu Qing finally spoke and got straight to the point.
"Liang Rong has issued a declaration of war, do you know?"
Feng Luo didn't nod or shake his head, his expression remained normal.
Without speaking, the answer has been given.
Chu Qing asked again: "Liangrong, let the boy come out of seclusion, Liangrong, and he will avoid fighting."
"You are a good doll."
Feng Luo still had that weird, ugly, yet harmless, somewhat kind smile.
"Good boy, there are not many left. I know a lot about you. This world is strange, very strange. Sometimes, good men and good dolls will not live long. You are in the middle of the capital, in this gentle countryside. , you may not live long, but if you go to the border, you may not live long.”
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly.
Feng Luo, I'm not talking about leaving the customs, but going to the border!
Only when you leave the customs can you see the Liangrong people.
When I went to the border, I couldn't see any Liangrong people.
It seemed as if he said it on purpose, or as if it was a slip of the tongue, an unintentional slip of the tongue.
Feng Luo continued to rub his chopsticks.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Qing spoke again.
"Border troops, will there be chaos?"
Feng Luo shook his head: "No."
"Is it not going to be messy, or do you not want it to be messy?"
Feng Luo asked: "What is chaos?"
"Rebel, rebel!"
"Why not chaos?"
Chu Qing was speechless, frowning tightly, thinking.
Feng Luo finally put down his chopsticks, stared at Chu Qing, and asked again: "Tell me, what is non-chaos?"
Chu Qing looked confused, or at a loss.
Why not chaos?
Rebellion means chaos.
If you don’t rebel, there will naturally be no chaos.
But he knew that the answer was not that simple. At least, this was not the answer Feng Luo wanted.
"Chaos is not the form, but the heart." Feng Luo looked out the window and murmured: "You rescued the victims, shouldered a huge responsibility, and offended a noble family. Is your heart in chaos?"
"No mess."
"You are not in chaos because you have become the commander-in-chief of the Qianqi Camp. It is because of you that you can speak at will and drink a pot of water to drown the donkey. It is because of you that you came to the wine shop when you wanted to. It is because of you that now Sit in front of the old man."
Chu Qing seemed to understand.
You have paid for yourself and received rewards, so your heart is not in chaos?
If you give without getting anything in return, will your heart be in chaos?
The answer is obvious.
Looking at the falling snowflakes outside the window, Feng Luo tightened his clothes, picked up the chopsticks, and kept rubbing and tapping them.
"One day, the frontier troops will no longer be like old men who only sharpen their knives but not their chopsticks. No one from you, your Majesty, or the courtiers will worry about the chaos in the frontier troops."
Chu Qing lowered his head.
He is not stupid, what Feng Luo wants to express is already very clear.
The border troops were in chaos and confused.
It's not just chaos today. It has been chaos for a long time. It has been chaos for decades.
This kind of chaos has made the emperor and court officials accustomed to it, so they thought that there was no chaos.
This is why Feng Luo said "no chaos", because everyone is used to it.
The people who are used to the frontier army are called Qiu Ba. They are used to the fact that the frontier army is always in short supply of food and grass. They are used to the fact that the frontier army is treated poorly because they think that the frontier army is also used to it.
But this kind of habit is "chaos", it's a mess, it's so messy that it's chilling.
It is both chaotic and not chaotic.
Chaos, due to the situation of the border troops.
It’s not chaotic, because everyone has long been accustomed to this situation.
Chu Qing still didn't get the answer.
Feng Luo seemed to have said everything, but also seemed to have said nothing.
The food and wine came, and Feng Luo started to eat. His movements were very gentle, not because he was gentle, but because he was old and had only a dozen or so yellowed teeth.
Chu Qing poured wine for Feng Luo, and Fu San served Feng Luo with vegetables.
As for the master and servant, they didn't touch a single bite of the food or wine.
After having enough wine and food, Feng Luo patted his belly with a teasing smile.
"Jingzhong, it's not good. I don't dare to touch wine and meat."
Chu Qing smiled bitterly.
After the Moon Landing incident, he never touched the food and drinks outside again. Beijing was indeed not good.
Feng Luo was quite proud: "In the frontier army, there is no such dirty business. There is wine and meat, and everyone is rushing to eat. There is no fear of poisoning, and no one is poisoning."
After finishing speaking, he called the waiter and asked him to put the remaining food and wine in the food box and walked out first, followed by Chu Qing and Fu San paid.
"There is almost no rice in the house. Please accompany me to buy some rice."
"good."
