C1739 self-seeking

"You … "You guys …" Qing San Ye was so angry that he could not speak anymore. With trembling hands, he pointed at the family kneeling on the ground, then pointed at the unsympathetic military police, the expression on his face rapidly changing.

It took half a minute before he managed to force out a sentence. "They …" What are they doing to you? Who cares about the heavens or the earth, why do you care about his small feet? "

"That's right …" The sloppy-looking beggar and the skinny scholar spoke in unison, "We are begging and wrapping our feet. What is it that is obstructing your way?"

Those few officers were at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. Normally, whoever was in the mood to talk nonsense with this group of people would go straight to the West Water Gate and scold them whenever they wanted to. However, it was impossible to not explain himself today. With the First Pin Great Qing Minister or the Prime Minister's relative in front of him, he had to take a walk around the room.

The oldest officer stepped forward, cupped his hands, and bowed to the people around him. Everyone! The prohibition of footbinding was issued by the Prime Minister to stop the destruction of women and to destroy the good governance of criminal practices … Everyone has a mother, a daughter, and sisters. Looking at the bones of their feet being broken and twisted, and seeing them unable to walk on the road, are you really not distressed? "

"You actually still want to continue such a shameless and malicious custom?"

"Honorable Chief Minister, you are the ruler of the Kingdom of Qing over the Eight Flags. You know more about the laws of the Great Qing than I do … You should know that the Manchu women do not have legs? The emperor in charge of governance, who has just entered the city, has personally issued an imperial decree prohibiting all girls from binding their feet together! "

"I thought the Han people of this world obstructed them too much, but this imperial edict wasn't carried out in the end. However, this imperial edict was not abolished. He is still hiding inside the Forbidden City!"

"But why is it that everything you said today is against the laws of your ancestors? [You actually dare to talk big now? Don't tell me what you just said, go back to the Beijing and tell the ancestors of the temple … "

"You … "How dare you!" Qing San Ye's blood pressure instantly rose, he wanted to say a few words, but he did not know what to say. He wanted to curse, but was unable to open his mouth.

"Mud!" "It's all mud …" Qing San Ye was angry and embarrassed, he turned his head and jumped into the palanquin. Go home, go back to Beijing! What kind of shitty place... How delightful! "Pui …"

The few military police officers looked at each other for a moment, then one of them quickly nodded his head and ran into the city. He wanted to report what had happened today to CIA as soon as possible.

As for the beggar and the scholar, they kneeled on the ground and begged while crying like mud. In the end, no one sympathized with them, and they were even dragged out of West Water Gate.

What Qing San Ye had experienced had long ago turned numb in the eyes of the officials of the West Water Gate. They were very clear on the problems of these refugees and immigrants.

Therefore, all actions must be carried out in accordance with the principle of the Prime Minister. "Unite those who share the same will and forge the bones of the Chinese, absorb those who are willing to change their blood and flesh, and use strict methods to control those who are forced to change their thoughts. Only in this way can a healthy and complete Chinese be created …"

"As for those who refuse to repent and reject all changes, they will be excluded from the Chinese clan. They will be able to look around with envy forever outside the wall. They will be tormented by the feeling of a blissful fall and will be unable to extricate themselves for the rest of his life …"

"If one wants to be happy, one must pay a price. If one wants to not change one's self, do one want to do as one pleases? "Then let him continue dreaming …"

The heartless West Water Gate, the special region's Tiger Jail! How many tragedies are played out here, the separation between heaven and hell.

Fu Qing's palanquin jogged all the way, the four cowardly palanquins no longer cared about tiring, and had even forgotten about the broken wound on their shoulder. They knew that their master was in a bad mood and quickly jogged back home.

Where does Fu Qing live? Of course he was living with his sister, while Fu Hui's home was within Xiao Letian's palace. A long time ago, he had built a new palace using the High Scholar Huang's old mansion as the foundation.

As soon as the palanquin fell, the Qing San Ye jumped out impatiently. However, before he could put down the palanquin, he tripped and almost threw the Third Master onto the ground.

"What bastard is this!" Remove it... "Smash it …" San Ye waved his hand and tore the curtain in half. When the guards saw that San Ye was truly angry, they immediately rushed over to persuade him.

Under Fu Qing's strict orders, the four palanquin bearers smashed the palanquin into pieces, and the ground was covered with rags and pieces of wood.

It wasn't until the palanquin had been completely turned into parts that the fire in Fu Qing's heart was slightly lowered. He entered the main entrance and walked all the way to the backyard, while shouting, "Prepare the food and wine, bring me the wine … Where's my sister? In which garden? "

There were a total of four gardens, basically according to the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the flowers bloomed in different seasons, forming four distinct seasons in different gardens.

Xiao Letian didn't live in this palace for long. On the contrary, he liked it here, because her body wasn't used to the hot and humid weather like the Ryukyu. He would get a lot of eczema after living for a long time in the north.

As for the undercurrents in the capital, where the various factions competed against each other, it was better to hide or come out. Therefore, Fu Hui had been staying in the Special Administrative Region Palace during this period.

In Fu Hui's place, the servants here had also allowed her to train to a very standard level, completely following the pattern of the large clans of Manchuria. The rules between the servants were extremely strict, and every one of them did not dare take a step further.

Fu Qing walked through quite a few courtyards. The Moon Door, the veranda, the fake mountain, the garden, and the lotus pond … It could be said that with every step he took, a group of old maidservants followed him from behind. They would bring a wet towel to wipe their faces whenever and wherever they wanted, and the fragrant flower tea would rinse their mouths before the Jiang Nan rain.

Without even looking back, Fu Qing angrily rushed towards the backyard. Just as he entered the Moon Gate at the Summer Garden, he could hear his sister Fu Hui's chanting voice from the small buddhist hall on the fake mountain.

"There is no south, but there is no south."

Leaning against the fake mountain rock, hearing his sister's indifferent voice, San Ye's anger gradually subsided. Thinking about that rogue beggar and that sour scholar, he couldn't help but sigh.