After leaving Majia Village, Zhu Ping'an went all the way north and arrived at a post station outside the county before dark. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The identity of an official is the best pass, and Yi Cheng did not dare to slack off on Zhu Ping'an, a six-grade Beijing official, and entertained him as an ancestor with good food and drink. It is true that Yicheng is in charge of the post station, but the grade is not in the stream, and the official rank can't even reach the ninth grade, and the sixth-grade Beijing official is heaven for them.

However, after seeing Zhu Ping'an's bad complexion, Yi Cheng also didn't bother Zhu Ping'an much, and after leading someone to bring food and clean up the best room in the post station, Yi Cheng said goodbye and left.

Zhu Ping'an's face was not good, and he didn't have much appetite for the table of food sent by Yicheng, mainly because of the incident in Shentang in Majia Village. Although according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, the adulterer and the wife who are caught and raped in bed by the husband have the right to be executed on the spot, and the husband can choose to be executed in the way of sinking the pond, but the mind is still very affected.

This is the first case of his own "trial", and the first trial is two lives sinking into the lake, just like the first time a recruit goes to the battlefield to kill people...... Many recruits go to the battlefield and see corpses in the field, most of them vomit and nauseate, and Zhu Ping'an's current situation is somewhat similar to them.

Ci is not in charge of the army, admittedly!

In fact, it is the same as being an official, especially the county officials and taishou on the herdsmen's side, they are the power that directly acts on the people, and they also serve as the duties of the modern government, the court and the procuratorate, and they have both administrative and judicial powers. If a county magistrate is too merciful and can't bear to punish even a murderer, then the majesty of justice will be lost, and the crime rate in the jurisdiction will remain high, and in the end, the common people will suffer.

Therefore, my mind still needs to be exercised.

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

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

This is Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey", Zhu Ping'an couldn't calm down when he wrote it at the beginning, and then as the pen and ink gradually dyed the rice paper, a chivalrous man who fought with a sword to travel the world, saved the needy, and made meritorious contributions to the world gradually emerged, and then Zhu Ping'an slowly calmed down.

Thick and light brushwork, iron painting silver hooks, criss-crossed, thousands of years of calligraphy is very mysterious, in calligraphy self-cultivation is a good choice.

After writing this "Chivalrous Journey", Zhu Ping'an's mind was completely calm.

After calming down, Zhu Ping'an practiced calligraphy for a while, and it was not until the first half of the month that he collected the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and went out to the post station to ask for a bucket of hot water, which they sent into the room, took a simple hot bath, and then turned off the lights and fell asleep.

After sleeping until dawn, Zhu Ping'an got up and packed his things, said goodbye to the post station, and embarked on the road to the north again.

After eating and sleeping in the open air, he finally arrived in the capital on the nineteenth day after leaving home.

In the capital, I, Zhu Ping'an, are back.

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

Looking at the majestic capital from afar, Zhu Ping'an shook his head confidently and smiled, and then drove his horse towards the city gate.

The bustling flow of people in the capital is like a sea of smoke, the common people who carry the burden into the city are like carp crossing the river, the delivery carriages are also one after another, the well-dressed rich businessmen open the windows on the carriage to talk, chatting about the current business, several official sedan chairs under the escort of the errand servants cross the crowd in the queue, and the whistling lords and nobles ride their horses and whip into the flow of people queuing into the city, just like a hot soldering iron put into the snow......

Zhu Ping'an led the horse to walk in the crowd is not inconspicuous at all, several days of wind and food and sleeping in the open on the road, when it is sunny, it is covered in mud, and when it rains, it is like a down-and-out soldier walking in the crowd.

People without privileges are queuing up to enter the city, and there is a long queue at the gate of the capital, and people are idle and gossip about the new things in the capital to pass the time.

The capital is already close at hand, and there is no hurry, Zhu Ping'an led Ma Youzai to line up into the city, listen to people's gossip by the way, and learn about the current news in the capital.

There are a lot of new things in the capital, there is an idle prince in the capital who was reported for hiding armor, there are rumors of an old woman coming back from the dead on Huangcheng Street, Jinyiwei and people from Dongchang have violent friction in a restaurant, and a talented woman in the drunken flower building can write poetry and sing and dance excellently, attracting thousands of empty alleys.

Among these gossips, the most talked about is the gossip of Yanfu, people say that they have noses and eyes, and the most talked about is that the little prime minister Yan Shifan married a concubine and was still a married woman. This concubine was originally the wife of Yan Shifan's subordinate, Yan Shifan hooked up when he went to his subordinate's house to inspect the work, and after several times, this subordinate once came back from work and found the little prime minister who inspected his wife in his bed in the bedroom...... This subordinate is also a strange person, not only did he not get angry, but he walked to the door with a look of pride and guarded the door for them, and sentry for the little prime minister. After half a year of such a young age, this subordinate even felt that the little prime minister came to inspect him too much, and took the initiative to dedicate his wife to the little prime minister as a concubine.

People pay a lot of attention to Yan Mansion, and the people who pick up dung at the city gate say a lot, saying that Yan Mansion is more splendid than the palace, gold and jade are beds, ivory chopsticks, singing and dancing, you can eat hundreds of taels of silver at a meal, Yan Shifan has to snap at least three times a day, and so on.

How much people envy the luxurious wine of Yan Mansion in their mouths, how much they hate Yan Song's father and son in their hearts. Although the Yan Mansion is now in full swing, the root cause of the bane is also buried deeper and deeper in people's hearts.

Zhu Ping'an listened to the gossip in people's mouths, and slowly followed the crowd towards the city gate.

"Hey, let Jean, let my son-in-law go first."

When it was Zhu Ping'an's turn to pass, someone in the back reached out and pulled Zhu Ping'an's shoulder, asking Zhu Ping'an to make way for his son-in-law. This person came over by cutting in line, and several people have already been pulled over like this, and the people who were cut into the queue saw that they were dressed brightly and brightly, and at first glance, they were either rich or expensive, and they all dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Plug in the queue, and be so proud?!

Forget about good words, this kind of insertion is still proud of being the same as ****, Zhu Ping'an has always hated this kind of person the most!

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and shook his head with a smile, then swept his shoulders, and led the horse to occupy the road steadily, without the slightest intention of giving in.

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

The people who cut in line were both surprised and angry, but they didn't expect this down-and-out soldier to dare to refuse him, as if Zhu Ping'an had done something heinous.

"Wang Gui, can you do it, tell him that the young master of the city fee went out for him, and I am still in a hurry to go to the drunken flower building to find Xiao Taohong to talk about poetry and lyrics." The son in the back lifted the sedan curtain, glanced at Zhu Ping'an, and urged impatiently.

"Entrance fee?"

Zhu Ping'an smiled when he heard this, and then turned his head to the boy and said, "If you want me to give way for a few cents to enter the city, if you come for a hundred taels of silver, I will give way to it, if you don't have a hundred taels of silver, don't pretend to be rich here." ”

The people lining up to enter the city around them laughed when they heard this, and they were already dissatisfied with cutting in line.

"You...... You're waiting......"

In the midst of the laughter, the boy blushed, and retracted into the sedan chair with a sentence. He was reluctant to give up a hundred taels of silver.

Zhu Ping'an smiled when he saw this, followed the crowd to the city gate, took out a somewhat wrinkled official from his arms and handed it over.

The city gate guard thought that Zhu Ping'an was a down-and-out soldier at first, but he didn't expect it to be an official, so he looked at Zhu Ping'an a little more unexpectedly, and then let him go directly without checking Zhu Ping'an's salute.

"Hey, my lord, my lord, why don't you check his luggage? You don't charge any entrance fees to the city? Wang Gui, the subordinate who cut in the queue behind, shouted dissatisfiedly.

"If you have an official position, you can too." The gatekeeper glanced lazily at the man. (To be continued.) )