This scene so early in the morning made Zhu Ping'an feel completely unwell.
It's ridiculous, disgusting and a complete disservice to people.
Even though the sedan had left, Zhu Ping'an's disgust had not diminished at all. Whenever he thought of the scene just now, he felt nauseous! Damn, who is this old guy? How could he have such a bad taste! You are so extravagant and indulgent. Don't you have any taste? This disgusting way is really a shame for the rich world! It's a completely hateful and shitty behavior!
This behavior is comparable to Shi Chong of the Western Jin Dynasty who beheaded a beauty for persuading her to drink. It is said that whenever Shi Chong invited guests to drink, he would often let the beauty pour wine and persuade the guests. If the guests did not drink, he would let the guards kill the beauty. Of course, he did not have a good end in the end and was exterminated along with his entire family. This old guy would let the maid catch his spit when he spits. This is such a disgrace to others. I guess his ending is not much better than Shi Chong's!
If you don’t believe it, look up and see that heaven will not spare anyone.
"You'll suffer the consequences if you do evil." Zhu Ping'an looked at the departing sedan chair, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly.
Zhu Ping'an had just finished saying this when the old man who had kindly pulled Zhu Ping'an to the side of the road turned pale with fright. He quickly put his hand to his mouth and made a strong gesture to keep quiet.
"Hush, you're going to die, young man!" The old man tugged at Zhu Ping'an's sleeve, and said to him nervously and seriously, "That's Lord Yan. If the factory guards hear it and report it to Lord Yan, you won't be able to kill him even if you have ten lives."
Lord Yan
That was Yan Song! The most powerful cabinet minister, second only to the emperor and above all others!
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ping'an looked in the direction where the sedan chair left. No wonder, it turned out that the old guy was Yan Song. Yes, he remembered now. This was the famous "fragrant spittoon" in history. It was said that this was originally invented by his one-eyed son Yan Shifan, Yan Donglou. His family tradition of learning was profound!
But just thinking about it, this old guy still has to call the shots for more than ten years, it's a bit painful!
"Hey, young man, don't let your mind wander."
The old man saw Zhu Ping'an looking up at the back of Yan Song's eight-person sedan chair, and thought that Zhu Ping'an had some bad intentions, so he pulled Zhu Ping'an's sleeve and whispered:
"Someone tried to assassinate me a few days ago, and is still hanging outside the city gate. Don't let your mind wander. Listen to my advice. You are still young. It is better to live a miserable life than to die. Don't let your mind wander."
"Oh, it turns out to be Prime Minister Yan, no wonder he is so impressive and clear."
Zhu Ping'an turned his head to look at the old man, curled his lips, and said something meaningful in a loud voice.
"You... ...Alas! The world is going downhill!"
After hearing what Zhu Ping'an said, the old man looked at Zhu Ping'an in disbelief, as if he was blind and actually mistook a member of the Yan Party for a member of the Qing Dynasty. Then he sighed deeply and walked north with his hands behind his back.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the old man's departing back, but his peripheral vision focused on the figure next to him who had approached him and then turned and left, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
When Yan Song travels, he will not only be escorted by guards in public, but also by secret guards in plain clothes. The person who approached me just now must have been prompted by the eyes of the guards beside Yan Song's sedan chair, so he approached me to see if I had any criticism of Yan Song. After hearing me say that Yan Song was elegant and transparent, the person eliminated his doubts about me and left.
Fortunately, this person did not hear what I said. If I had not thought of making amends with words in time, I would probably have been asked to eat a sandwich.
Zhu Pingan carried a schoolbag across his shoulder. He continued walking with the black board in his arms, and when he passed another street, he turned and continued walking along another street.
This street is mostly commercial, with pubs, teahouses, and shops. At daybreak, the street is already crowded with people.
Looking at the black wooden board he was holding, Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that he would have to practice calligraphy in his room from now on.
There are many restaurants and breakfast stalls on this street, and the food is delicious. You can smell the aroma of various delicacies while walking on the street. However, because of the scene of the fragrant spittoon in the morning, Zhu Pingan has no appetite at all. Everything he sees reminds him of that scene, so he has no appetite at all.
When he was about to return to the inn, Zhu Ping'an heard a conversation about state affairs, which made him stop and walk into a breakfast restaurant.
After entering the restaurant, Zhu Ping'an ordered a bowl of porridge and a plate of side dishes, then sat at the table and listened to the conversation between the people at the next table.
There were only two people at the table next to us.
However, the attire of these two men was unusual. One of them wore a Feiyu suit and held a folding fan in his hand, but it did not look out of place at all. This man had an elegant appearance and was over 40 years old. He looked well-read, but for some reason he was wearing a Feiyu suit that symbolized his identity as a Jinyiwei.
This Feiyu suit is not something that ordinary Jinyiwei can wear. It requires a certain rank. It seems that this person also has a certain status in Jinyiwei.
The man next to this man was wearing a police uniform made of blue and black fabric. The fabric was very good. He had a rusty spring sword on his waist. He seemed to be a Jinyiwei as well.
On the table for the two of them was a large plate of hand-torn roast chicken, a basket of steamed buns, two refreshing side dishes, and a jar of wine. The two of them each held a bowl of wine that spilled onto the table, and while drinking, they talked about what had happened recently. Especially the middle-aged man in the flying fish suit, who was even more passionate after drinking.
"Yesterday, His Majesty issued an order to hunt down and kill Qiu Luan according to the law, which is really gratifying. How can this drunkard be called Marquis of Xianning! He is the one who deserves to be killed the most during the Gengxu Rebellion. The Gengxu Rebellion was all caused by this man. If he had not bribed Altan Khan heavily and asked him not to attack Datong but to attack somewhere else, how could the capital have suffered the Gengxu Rebellion?"
The blue-black Jinyiwei poured a bowl of wine for the Feiyufu Jinyiwei, then drank it all in one gulp, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, then continued with some regret, "It's a pity that this drunkard died of illness before the emperor issued an order, otherwise I would have felt more relieved."
"The person who deserves to be killed the most during the Gengxu Rebellion... Haha, I don't think he's even on the list."
The middle-aged man in the flying fish suit opposite him suddenly laughed when he heard this, put the wine bowl in his hand down on the table, and spoke with some excitement.
"Who could that be?" The person opposite was a little puzzled.
"Who else could it be? Who else could it be except our respected Lord Yan? At that time, the Minister of War Ding Rukui asked him how to fight and defend. That man actually said that if you fight in the frontier, you can conceal your defeat, but if you fight in the suburbs of Beijing, you can't conceal your defeat. Altan is just a plunderer, and he will leave naturally when he is full. He is extremely cowardly, no better than a rat! So, all the generals defended their walls and refused to fight, and did not fire a single arrow. That's why people thought that Altan's soldiers were free to burn and plunder outside the city. They harassed for eight days, and after looting their fill, they left in a swagger! Afterwards, that man killed Ding! He shirked responsibility! He played with the people of the world! This is the great shame of the country! The great thief of the country!"
The middle-aged man in the flying fish suit pounded the tables and chairs hard as he spoke, and he was extremely excited!
"Mr. Shen, please be careful with your words!" another person advised hurriedly.
"Why be so cautious? At worst, I'll just have to put my head on the ground! This country's biggest thief is openly living in high office, which is a shame for our generation! If we don't arrest this thief, we will be ashamed of our service! If he arrests me, I will be more than happy to confront him face to face!"
The middle-aged man in the flying fish suit pointed at his head, smiled drunkenly, then pointed at his clothes, smiled proudly, and was very excited. (To be continued.)