Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 392 Xin Qiwu: Grandpa, please put away your magical powers
The next day.

The morning light is just breaking and the stars are still shining.

The sounds of cocks crowing and dogs barking could be faintly heard from the south of the imperial city.

The civil and military officials who had been waiting for the morning court in the front yard of the Taiji Hall finally welcomed the eunuch who was in charge of the key to the palace gate. They entered the palace through a side door next to the main gate and walked forward step by step along the long imperial road and the thirty-nine jade steps in total.

"Master Chu."

"Lord Chu..."

As Chu Pingsheng was walking, he heard someone calling him from behind. Turning around, he saw Xin Qiwu, the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple, with his neck hunched and head lowered, his hands slightly raised, and his large, deep robe sleeves swaying as he jogged after him.

"Master Xin, you are sweating all over. Did you run to the court?"

"No, I came here by carriage." Xin Qiwu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Just now I went to the Protocol Court to pick you up, and Miss Lili said you left early in the morning."

"You came to see me?"

"Yes, today is your first morning court. If you encounter something you don't understand, I am here and may be able to help you a little."

"Did Li Chengqian ask you to do this?"

Xin Qiwu was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, with the wrinkles on his cheeks almost covering his mouth. "Your Excellency Chu can't hide anything. It was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who ordered me to do this. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also had good intentions, and was worried that Your Excellency Chu might encounter an unexpected situation and might..."

"Will it make people laugh? Ha, whoever dares to laugh will be killed."

"My Lord...you are joking."

Xin Qiwu shuddered, rummaged into his sleeves, and took out two cakes with crispy crust and white filling, sprinkled with black and white sesame seeds in the middle.

"what do you mean?"

"There are very few foreign envoys attending the court meetings. The meal delivery time from the Protocol Court has not yet arrived. Lord Chu must not have had breakfast yet. I bought a few sesame cakes when I passed by Tingquanfang in the south of the city."

"You are very attentive."

Chu Pingsheng took a cake and took a bite. It was crispy and fragrant. Many foods are said to be made with ancient secrets, without the various additives of modern society, and taste very good.

Click.

Click.

……

Hearing the sound coming from the side, he turned his head and found that Xin Qiwu was also eating a biscuit, holding it in both hands, his cheeks bulging like a mouse stealing food. After taking a few bites, he would stop and wipe the pastry from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Master Xin, you haven't eaten either?"

"Nope."

Chu Pingsheng thought of Wang Qinian: "Are you also henpecked?"

"I, Xin Qiwu, am at least a fifth-rank rank... ahem, from the fifth-rank rank..."

As they were halfway through saying this, a miserable, skinny old man walked by, glanced at the two of them, and swung his sleeves with disgust on his face.

"Humph! How disrespectful and rude you are!"

Chu Pingsheng looked up at the sky where the morning star was still there, then looked at the wide square in front of the temple. He took two quick steps and kicked the old man in the butt.

How could a civil servant in his fifties, who was weak as a kitten, be his opponent? He was immediately kicked to the ground, and the hat on his head fell to the ground. When he turned around and saw that the murderer was him, he pointed his finger at the murderer and blew his beard, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"You...you...are...barbarian..."

"Me? I'm your uncle. I got up so early, and you're complaining when I eat a cake?"

Xin Qiwu was stunned by his kick. A piece of cake was stuck in his throat and he took a long time to swallow it with saliva. He walked to the side and took a look. His face turned green. He wanted to hide but didn't dare to. After all, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who asked him to take good care of Lord Chu and not let him cause trouble in the morning court. What was the result?
Hey, what you fear will come true.

"Lai... Censor Lai, are you okay?" Xin Qiwu hurried over and helped the old man who was groaning and holding his waist up from the ground, then nodded and bowed to pick up the official hat and put it on him.

The officials passing by noticed this sudden change and gathered around, pointing at Chu Pingsheng and whispering to him.

"Get off."

Lai Mingcheng took a breath, pushed Xin Qiwu away, held up his official hat with one hand, pointed at Chu Pingsheng with the other and said, "You beat your superior in public, Chu Pingsheng, do you admit your guilt?"

Chu Pingsheng looked at the half piece of cake in his hand and threw it suddenly. It hit Lai Mingcheng in the face. The old man, who had just recovered a little, sat down on the ground with a cry, and his official hat fell off again.

Xin Qiwu saw that this was not going to work, and hurriedly walked up to Chu Pingsheng and said, "Sir Chu, Uncle Chu, Grandpa Chu... You can offend anyone in this court, except this old man Lai... You can't offend him."

"Why? He is higher in rank than the Privy Councilor and the Prime Minister?"

"This is not a question of high official position. Lai Mingcheng is the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate. The people in the Censorate are...very difficult to deal with. If they target you, they will report you for even the smallest thing. And there are also the historians in the Secretariat. They keep an eye on these censors every day, hoping that they will do something so that they can write more about them in the history books."

Chu Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him: "What does this have to do with me?"

It was so sad that he was speechless.

Yes, Lord Chu is a visiting scholar from Xihu. No matter whether he is a doctor of the imperial court or the junior inspector of the Honglu Temple, they are all honorary positions with little real power. The disciples of the Grand Master have no shortage of money and food. Lai Mingcheng's threat to implicate him has basically no deterrent effect.

As for the historian's pen...it has even less killing power.

"How could His Majesty allow such a person to attend the court meeting?"

"You are not a human being, you are not a human being." "Beating the censor in public is simply lawless."

"By doing this, does he take Qing Kingdom seriously? Does he take His Majesty seriously? In my opinion, he should be expelled from Qing Kingdom."

"..."

The court officials were discussing the matter at once. Even the prince's disciples, who knew Li Chengqian's intentions from various hints, looked indignant, thinking that Xihu was too arrogant.

At this time, Lai Mingcheng was helped up by the people of the Censorate. He put on his official hat for the second time, panting like an ox, pointing to the sky and jumping up and down, saying: "You barbarian, I will never let you go."

Chu Pingsheng glanced at Fan Jian, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who was pushing Chen Pingping's wheelchair and watching the fun under the corridor not far away. He ignored Lai Mingcheng, snatched the half-eaten cake from Xin Qiwu's hand, and walked towards the Taiji Hall while eating, not taking Lai Mingcheng's words to heart at all.

"Chu... Lord Chu, please wait... wait..."

Xin Qiwu looked at the hostile eyes of the court officials and swallowed the word "I" at the end.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked him to look after Chu Pingsheng, with the intention of keeping an eye on this troublemaker. However, on the first day of the court meeting, this kid beat up the Left Censor-in-Chief, who was a second-rank official. There was no doubt that he had failed in his duty.

……

After a while.

Chu Pingsheng finished the last bite of the biscuit and walked into the Taiji Hall. While brushing off the biscuit crumbs that had fallen on his robe, he looked at the decoration of the front hall and the court officials who had arrived early.

This was not his first time to come to the front hall, but the last time he came was during the empress dowager's funeral. The vermilion pillars were wrapped in white silk, and the decorative components similar to the caisson on them were also covered with white flowers. The palace lanterns and screens were submerged in various elegiac couplets and wreaths. It was completely different from the Taiji Hall today.

I don't know if they saw him beating the Left Censor-in-Chief Lai Mingcheng, or if they just couldn't stand this arrogant Western Hu barbarian, but no one greeted him and everyone pretended not to see anything.

This is different from when we first met at the Queen Mother's funeral.

Chu Pingsheng knew why this happened, but he didn't care. He looked around and his eyes landed on two wide chairs not far from the platform where the dragon throne was placed.

The one on the left is empty, and the one on the right shows an old man lying on his back. The hem of his court robe is red, indicating that he is a military commander.

If you walk closer, you can hear light snoring. The air exhaled from his nostrils makes his gray beard sway gently. It is rare for someone of this age to snore without opening his mouth, but that is quite rare.

Chu Pingsheng walked straight forward and touched the old man's leg with his foot: "Old man, wake up."

"Hey, wake up."

"Your Majesty is here."

His shout frightened the old man so much that he trembled. He opened his eyes and looked at the platform where the dragon throne was placed. It was empty and there was no one there.

The court officials nearby turned their heads and looked at Chu Pingsheng who had his feet on the armrest of the chair. They wondered what was wrong with this kid. He even lied to Qin Ye?

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about the various looks coming from behind him. He stared at Qin Ye's face for three seconds and tilted his head towards the chair next to him.

? ? ? ? ? ?
Qin Ye looked confused.

Chu Pingsheng tilted his head again.

"immature?"

Qin Ye is very sensible, just a little confused.

"You want me to sit over there?"

Chu Pingsheng nodded.

"But that's Minister Lin's seat."

"I just asked you if you can get through it, why are you wasting your time talking?"

Qin Ye: “…”

Officials: "..."

It took Qin Ye a long time to react.

"Do you know who I am?"

"The number one figure in the Qing Kingdom's military, Qin Ye, the chief envoy of the Privy Council."

"Since you know..."

Chu Pingsheng didn't give him a chance to finish his words. He suddenly grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him up from his seat.

"Then do you know who I am? I am the only disciple of the Western Hu Grandmaster Bai Feng and the future king of the grassland."

What level is Qin Ye? He is at the ninth rank, only weaker than Hong Sixiang in the entire Qing Kingdom. Of course, he is unwilling to surrender. He is about to give this extremely arrogant guy a lesson when a voice comes into his ears.

"Hasn't the Princess told you yet that Fan Xian is Ye Qingmei's son?"

Qin Ye's hand, which was hidden in his sleeve and ready to attack, stopped.

"My master Bai Feng is currently in the city. You don't want to never see the sun tomorrow, do you?"

Chu Pingsheng let go of his hand, Qin Ye landed on his feet, left his seat with a cold face, and walked step by step to the main beam next to him and stood still.

(End of this chapter)