"Hahaha, then we'll just wait for good news. Guys, let's go..."
"Come on, fill it up, fill it up, let's drink while we wait, and then we'll go to the door together after we're drunk to say hello to the number one scholar who has lost his arms and legs."
Everyone at the banquet laughed and drank together, and agreed to go see Zhu Ping'an, who was missing an arm and a leg, after drinking. They were sure that Zhu Ping'an would have his legs broken today. They all knew Zhao Daying's temperament. If he could say such a thing, it must have been arranged long ago. There have been similar examples in the past.
A weak nerd can be easily captured by just a few skilled hands! If you ask him to break as many legs as he wants, you can break them. This is a sure thing.
Pursue
Are you kidding? Find the evidence. If you don’t have any, you are slandering me!
The atmosphere of the banquet was just right, and the sound of the pipa started at the right time. The prostitutes invited to the banquet played music and danced to liven up the atmosphere. The female schoolmaster twisted her willow waist while leading the dance, and sang the "Mulan Ballad" which was widely circulated in major brothels in the capital:
If life could always be like our first meeting, why would the autumn wind paint the fan with sorrow
The minds of old friends change easily, yet they say that the minds of old friends are easily changed.
... ...
"Good, good singing."
After listening to the song, everyone burst into applause and were moved by the song "The Ballad of Mulan" sung by the female schoolmaster.
"This song is well sung. Although I am a rough man, I feel very moved when I hear it. My dear, don't be sad. General Zhao will feel sorry for you tonight. Hahaha..."
A military officer at the banquet made a joke, which caused the female schoolmaster to complain repeatedly, making the atmosphere of the banquet even more exciting.
"Who wrote this poem? It's quite poetic." The civil servant at the banquet asked curiously.
"Reporting to my benefactor, I don't know who wrote it. I just know that the sisters have loved to sing this song these days. I heard that it was introduced to the capital from the Shili Qinhuai area. It seems that a student named Zhu wrote it. It is said that a sister from the Shili Qinhuai area came to the capital to participate in the list of the capital's romantic competition, and won the first prize with this song." The female schoolmaster shook her head. She only knew that the song was introduced to the capital from the south, but she didn't know who wrote it.
In the Ming Dynasty, brothels were roughly divided into four categories. The first-class brothels were called "Qingyin Xiaoban", the second-class brothels were called "tea rooms", the third-class brothels were called "lower places", and the fourth-class and below were called "brothels".
The brothel where the female schoolmasters worked could only be regarded as an inconspicuous third-class brothel in the capital. They could only follow the fashion trends of the big brothels in the capital and could not get in touch with the core of this circle.
"Oh, it was written by a little boy... No wonder I have never heard of it." A civil servant at the banquet stroked his beard and curled his lips in disdain.
"Of course, he is just a little boy, how can he be qualified to enter the ears of the old man?" The other civil servants at the same table echoed.
"Please give me a calligraphy, sir, so that I can be on the list of top scorers next time..." The female schoolmaster poured wine at the right time and asked for a calligraphy.
"You girl, you are taking advantage of me. Our old man's calligraphy is not comparable to that of any student." Other civil servants teased.
"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay." The old civil servant smiled and pressed his hand, then asked someone to bring writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a masterpiece of calligraphy "Buchan Palace":
Jade fingers secretly count the days until the good time comes. It has already come, and suddenly a secret hatred arises. The hatred is without reason, adding leaves to the green phoenix tree, but reducing an inch from the boxwood.
God must have pity on his children, who have suffered so much over the years. He will take them back early, and exchange the sultry summer for the cooler weather. He borrowed the time to write, and the autumn is a leap year.
When the last stroke was finished, there was applause from all around. The female schoolmaster was so excited that tears appeared in her eyes. The old civil servant stroked his beard, smiled and shook his head, saying that he did not deserve the title. However, everyone could see the complacency in his expression.
The atmosphere of the banquet reached a new level.
When everyone was immersed in wine and sex, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside, as if there were a lot of people, it was a mess and no one knew what was going on.
The courtyard where everyone was was not far from the street outside the mansion, so if there was any loud noise outside, they could hear it.
I vaguely heard something about beating people and breaking legs.
ah
Broken leg?!
Are they back?!
Zhao Daying, the captain of the Qianhu family who was sitting in the middle of the banquet, vaguely heard these words, his face was overjoyed, and he stood up excitedly. Well, these guys really did live up to my expectations, but why did they shout it out so that everyone in the street knew about it? Didn't I tell them to do it quietly? ! Forget it, it's harmless.
OK, well done!
Seeing Zhao Daying's reaction, the others at the banquet also became excited. From Zhao Daying's expression, they could tell that it was done! Zhu Ping'an's arms and legs were broken!
"Ahem, General Zhao, it sounds like there's a lot of activity outside, why don't we go out and take a look?" A military officer stood up and squinted.
"Haha, since you all are curious, then I, Zhao, will respectfully obey your command." Zhao Daying nodded with a smile.
So, Captain Zhao Daying led everyone to the gate.
At this moment, outside the gate, the Beibingmasi Hutong on Wugong Street was crowded with people. The most eye-catching among them was a row of eight cool barefoot Shamatte men in the crowd. It was hard not to notice their heroic and proud posture.
"Is it here?" Zhu Ping'an asked Liu Dadao in the crowd.
"Yes, sir. Those guys just confessed that the man surnamed Zhao lives here." Liu Dadao nodded vigorously. He had just used some tricks to deal with his prey on the road and asked the eight captured people about it.
Zhu Pingan nodded, then looked up at the imposing mansion in front of him, glanced at the plaque hanging on it, "General Jianwei's Mansion--Zhao Mansion", then pulled the corner of his mouth in disdain, and uttered five words speechlessly, "What a fucking pretentious person!"
The Zhao family is the Zhao family, but they even add the old name of their ancestors to it! It’s fine if they compete with their fathers, but they even force their ancestors to compete! That’s all they can do! I was told since I was a child that I am the successor of socialism, but have I ever told anyone else? !
"All of you folks must be tired from walking. Let's rest here for a while before we go on. I have just sent someone to the government office to file a case. We can reach the government office after crossing this street and another street. We don't need to waste this little time. All of you folks, take a rest first. After we report to the authorities, I, Zhu Ping'an, will treat you to tea."
Zhu Ping'an stood in front of the gate of the Zhao Mansion, bowed and thanked the people who followed to watch the fun. He looked like he cared about everyone and asked them to rest for a while before continuing on their journey.
"Go away!"
"Get away, this is not the place for you to stay!"
The two armored guards in front of the Zhao Mansion took two steps forward and shouted loudly at Zhu Pingan and others.
"Who are you talking about?"
"How can you talk like that! The road in front of the door belongs to everyone, not yours. Why are you being so arrogant?"
Everyone was dissatisfied and started to speak up.
"I'll count to three. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!" The armored guard stepped forward, pointed his knife and drove them away with a fierce look on his face.
"You..." Everyone looked frightened and stepped back involuntarily.
Only Zhu Ping'an and others looked calm and stood still, so Zhu Ping'an, six hunters and the barefoot group of eight appeared in front of the door.
"Huh?! Why don't you retreat? Get out! This is not a place for you lowly people! I'll count to three, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!" The armored guard glanced at the six hunters and drove them away with disdain. The six hunters were dressed in uniforms that they could tell at a glance were poor civilians.
"one"
"two"
"three"
After counting to three, Zhu Ping'an and the others did not move at all. The armored guard felt embarrassed and immediately reached out to draw his knife to get back at them.
Just when they were about to take action, a young man in front of them lazily took out a badge from his arms and stretched it in front of them. The words on the badge appeared clearly in their eyes: "Reader in the Hanlin Academy - Zhu Ping'an".
"Please don't blame me, sir. I was blind and ignorant. Please forgive me."
This was the sixth-rank waist badge. The armored guards had been trained to recognize it, and they also knew that no one dared to forge an official waist badge! Therefore, after seeing the waist badge, the two armored guards were so scared that they immediately threw their knives on the ground, knelt down and begged for mercy, sweating profusely, and regretted it so much that they wanted to slap themselves in the face. They really didn't care about their lives. They dared to insult and threaten the court officials in the street.