Chapter 558： Beijing, I, Zhu Ping'an, are back

Chapter 558 Capital, I, Zhu Ping'an, are back

After leaving Majia Village, Zhu Pingan went all the way north, and arrived at a post station outside the county seat before dark.

Official status is the best passport, and Yicheng did not dare to neglect Zhu Pingan, a sixth-rank Beijing official, and began to treat him as an ancestor with delicious food and drink. It is true that the Yicheng is in charge of the station, but the rank is not high-ranking. The official rank can't even reach the ninth rank, and the sixth rank Beijing official is heaven for them.

However, after seeing Zhu Ping'an's complexion, Yicheng also wisely didn't bother Zhu Pingan too much. After leading people to deliver food and tidying up the best room in the post, Yicheng said goodbye and left.

Zhu Ping'an's complexion was not good, and he didn't have much appetite for the table of food delivered by Yicheng, mainly because of the matter of Shentang in Majia Village. Although according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, the husband has the right to execute the adulterer and adulterer who is caught in the bed by the husband, and the husband can choose to be executed by sinking the pond, but the mind is still very affected.

This is the first case I "judged". The first trial was two lives sinking into the lake, just like recruits killing people on the battlefield for the first time... Many recruits would vomit and feel nauseous when they saw corpses lying on the battlefield. And so on, Zhu Ping'an's current situation is somewhat similar to theirs.

Compassion does not command soldiers, indeed!

In fact, it is the same as being an official, especially the county magistrates and prefects on the herdsman side. They are the powers that directly affect the people, and they also take on the duties of the modern government, courts, and procuratorates. They have both administrative and judicial powers. Like a soldier, no kindness can be tolerated. If a county magistrate is too kind, even the murderer can't bear to punish severely, then the majesty of the judiciary will be lost, the crime rate in the jurisdiction will remain high, and the common people will suffer in the end.

So, my xinxing still needs to be tempered.

Zhu Ping'an had a simple dinner, cleaned up the leftovers by himself, and then laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and practiced calligraphy after dipping in the ink.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu hook frost and snow bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill a person in ten steps, and never stay a thousand miles away. Hello. "

This is Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing". Zhu Ping'an couldn't calm down when he first wrote it. Later, as the pen and ink gradually dyed the rice paper, a story of walking the world with the sword, saving danger and helping people, and using the world gradually emerged in his mind. A knight who has done meritorious service, Zhu Ping'an also slowly calmed down.

Thick and light brush and ink, iron painting silver hooks, criss-crossing, calligraphy that has been passed down for thousands of years is very mysterious, and self-cultivation in calligraphy is a good choice.

After writing this song "Xia Ke Xing", Zhu Pingan's mind was completely calmed down.

After calming down, Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a while. It was not until the first half of the month that he collected his brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. He went out to find the guards at the post station and asked for a bucket of hot water. They brought it to the room and simply washed it with hot water. After taking a bath, I turned off the light and fell asleep.

After sleeping until dawn, Zhu Pingan got up and packed his things, bid farewell to the post station, and embarked on the journey north again.

Finishing, eating and sleeping in the open, riding fast, under the wind and rain, finally arrived in the capital on the nineteenth day after leaving home.

Beijing, I, Zhu Ping'an, are back.

I don't believe that black and white can be reversed!

Looking at the majestic capital city from a distance, Zhu Pingan shook his head confidently and smiled, then drove his horse towards the city gate.

The bustling capital flows like a sea of ​​people, and the common people who carry their burdens into the city are like crucian carp crossing the river. The carriages for delivery are also one after another. The well-dressed businessmen open the windows on the carriages and chat with each other, chatting about the current business, Escorted by the guards, several official sedan chairs passed over the queued crowd, and the roaring honorables rode their horses into the flow of people queuing up to enter the city, just like a hot iron being thrown into the snow...

Zhu Pingan led a horse and walked in the crowd, which was not at all inconspicuous. For several days, he traveled in the open air, was covered in dirt when it was sunny, and was covered in mud when it was raining. Now he walks in the crowd like a down-and-out scholar.

People without privileges lined up to enter the city. There was a long queue at the gate of the capital.

The capital city is close at hand, and there is no hurry, Zhu Pingan led Ma Youzai and lined up into the city, listening to people's gossip and learning about the current news in the capital.

There are a lot of new things in the capital. An idle prince in the capital was reported for hiding armor. Rumors of an old woman returning from death occurred in Huangcheng Street. Jin Yiwei had a violent friction with people from Dongchang in a restaurant. Drunk flower There is a talented woman who is good at poetry, singing, singing and dancing, which attracts thousands of people.

Among these gossips, the gossip of the Yan Mansion is the most talked about. People talk about their noses and eyes. Among them, the one that everyone talks about the most is that the young prime minister Yan Shifan married another concubine, and he is also a married woman. This concubine was originally the wife of Yan Shifan's subordinate. Yan Shifan hooked up with him when he went to his subordinate's home to inspect his work. Strangely enough, not only was he not angry, but he went to the door with a look of pride and guarded the door for them, standing guard for the young prime minister. Half a year later, this subordinate even felt that the prime minister's inspection was too exhausting, so he offered his wife to the prime minister as his concubine.

People pay a lot of attention to the Yan Mansion, and the pickers at the city gate have said a lot, saying that the Yan Mansion is more magnificent than the imperial palace, gold and jade for the bed, ivory chopsticks, singing and dancing to promote peace, and a meal can eat hundreds of taels of silver. Yan Shifan has **** at least three times a day and so on.

People hate Yan Song and his son as much as they envy the luxurious wine and **** of Yan Mansion. Although the Yan Mansion is now in full swing, the root of the disaster is buried deeper and deeper in people's hearts.

Zhu Pingan listened to the gossip of the people, and walked slowly with the crowd to the gate of the city.

"Hey, let Rang, let my son go first."

When it was time for Zhu Pingan to pass by the fast turn, someone behind reached out and grabbed Zhu Pingan's shoulder, asking Zhu Pingan to make way for his son. This person jumped in the line, and several people have already been dragged over like this. The people who were cut in line saw that they were dressed in bright clothes, and they were either rich or expensive, and they dared not speak out.

Joining a team, still so proud? !

It’s okay to talk nicely, but Zhu Ping’an has always hated this kind of person the most when he joins a team and is as proud as a ****!

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and shook his head with a smile, then swept his shoulders, led the horse and firmly occupied the road, without any intention of giving way.

"You, do you know who our son is?!"

The people who jumped in line were both surprised and angry. They didn't expect this down-and-out scholar to dare to reject him, as if Zhu Pingan had done something heinous.

"Wang Gui, can you do it? Tell him that the young master went to the city to pay for him, and I am in a hurry to go to Zuihualou to talk to Xiao Taohong about poetry." The young man behind opened the car curtain and glanced at Zhu Pingan , urged impatiently.

"Entry fee?"

Zhu Pingan smiled when he heard the words, then turned his head and said to the young master, "You want me to give way to the city for a few cents. If you come with a hundred taels of silver, I will give way. There is no one hundred taels of silver. Don't pretend to be rich here."

The people queuing up to enter the city around laughed when they heard this, they were already dissatisfied with jumping in line.

"You...you wait..."

Amidst the laughter of the people, the young man blushed, and retreated into the sedan chair without saying a word. He was not willing to give up a hundred taels of silver.

Zhu Pingan smiled when he saw this, followed the crowd to the gate of the city, took out a wrinkled official certificate from his arms, and handed it over.

The city gate guard thought Zhu Pingan was a down-and-out scholar at first, but he turned out to be an official. He looked at Zhu Pingan twice more unexpectedly, and then let him go without checking Zhu Pingan's salute.

"Hey, my lord, my lord, why didn't you check his luggage? No charge for entering the city?" Wang Gui, the servant who jumped in line behind, shouted dissatisfied.

"If you are a sixth-rank official, you can too." The city gate guard glanced at the man lazily.

(end of this chapter)