You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 6 is on record!

On his first day in office, Jiang Qingyun felt good.

Before I traveled through time, a senior once said:

Looking down, all I see are smiling faces! Looking down, all I see are good people! Looking down brings me joy! Looking down, I feel like a god!

The seventh rank is indeed a threshold.

That evening, we went to a private residence in Hanjia Hutong.

The private residence housed the Yuchun Class, the top-tier singing troupe in the Eight Great Hutongs, whose members were all beautiful women from the South.

Jiang Qingyun originally looked down on traditional opera, finding it boring, dull, and rigid.

But today he realized that the problem wasn't with the opera, but with the people!
The melodious singing, exquisite makeup, and meticulously designed physical movements of the Yu Chun Class captivated him, drawing him into their world.

……

Zhao Zesheng was secretly pleased to see his new boss staring intently at him.

The bet was right!
He crouched in the shadows, carefully observing his superior. His superior stared at a certain woman in green for more than 30 breaths a total of 8 times.

then,

He quietly approached the troupe leader: "Our master has taken a liking to the one in the green shirt."

The troupe leader, a middle-aged woman with a face full of makeup, said with a wronged expression, "Sir, our Qingyin Troupe operates on the principle of selling art, not our bodies."

"Why bother with principles when the adults are around?"

The troupe leader sighed, wiped away his tears, and then tearfully agreed.

The woman in green, whose stage name was "Late Spring," was also secretly shedding tears, a sight that evoked pity in me.

But Zhao Zesheng, a mere clerk, was unmoved. In the Eight Great Hutongs, all the actors were skilled performers. If the actors from Qingyin Xiaoban were of a different gender, they could become his superiors in the yamen.

……

The next morning~
Jiang Qingyun woke up in a brand-new brocade quilt with mandarin ducks on it. Looking at the timid, fully made-up girl under his arms, he was momentarily panicked.

Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, and the Emperor Wang's heart was entrusted to the cuckoo.

who am I?Where am i?

Oh dear, it was during the Qing Dynasty, so it's not a mistake.

"My lord, you're awake. I'll help you get dressed and put on your boots."

As soon as the quilt was lifted, a small patch of scarlet on the plain white square towel seemed to indicate something.

"No rush, tell me about things in the southern part of the city?"

"What would you like to hear, sir?"

"Anything is fine—legendary tales of the martial world, folk anecdotes, gang feuds—tell me whatever you want."

"Hey~"

The woman was a little reserved at first, but seeing that the young man seemed easy to talk to, she gradually opened up and started talking.

One hour later~
Jiang Qingyun pressed the pause button on the story session and walked downstairs with a thud.

……

"grown ups?"

"Prepare the horses and return to the military headquarters. This entire southern city is in utter chaos. How can we face the Emperor? The command is failing in its duties; I must take action to rectify this!"

"As ordered."

Zhao Zesheng quickly mounted his horse and galloped off with his new boss.

The implied meaning of "rectification" is to seize power; the deputy commander is about to wage war against the commander!

About half an hour later~
The atmosphere at the Military Affairs Office was exceptionally heavy.

Some people were already in the hall, while others were still on their way.

Uert's eyes were filled with resentment. He couldn't understand why his deputy would try to take his power on his second day in office. Was he crazy?
……

Jiang Qingyun sipped his tea leisurely, pondering the dramatic changes that might occur in the Qing court.

At present, most of the Qing court's valiant generals were fighting abroad. For example, "Imperial Father Regent" Dorgon, "Prince Ying" Ajige, "Prince Jingjin" Nikan, "Prince Duanzhong" Bolo, "Prince Chengze" Shuo Sai, as well as Oboi, Tong Tulai, and so on.

The pressure of war and Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's balancing strategy temporarily eliminated the huge contradictions within the Eight Banners.

However, in history, as soon as Dorgon died, Shunzhi immediately took drastic measures against the two White Banners and the Plain Blue Banner.

We need to seize the opportunity and subtly bring the conflict between the two Yellow Banners and the two White Banners and the Plain Blue Banner to the surface before the end of the Datong War.

This instigated conflict among the various factions, sowing the seeds of an irreconcilable conflict.

……

The last person to arrive at the venue was Fan Chengmo, the Imperial Censor on Patrol.

His arrival surprised everyone.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the Five City Military Commands were under the jurisdiction of the Censorate.

The Censorate dispatched one Imperial Censor to each city, rotating every three months. Their role was much like that of a mascot sent down by a higher authority.

Wuerte glared at Jiang Qingyun: No, why did you invite the mascot here? Fan Chengmo was Fan Wencheng's son, and he was very knowledgeable in Confucianism. After entering the room, he nodded slightly and then sat down at the head of the table.

Wuerte sat in the first round-backed chair on the left side of the hall, while Jiang Qingyun sat in the first round-backed chair on the right side.

The seating arrangement must be correct!
"Imperial Censor Fan, may we begin?"

"can!"

Jiang Qingyun nodded and pointed to a clerk: "You need to record all the contents of today's meeting."

"Alright, colleagues, I propose that the Military Command conduct a thorough investigation and rectification of the southern city. What do you think?"

……

Uert was the first to jump out and object.

"Where are the soldiers? Where is the money? The South City Military Command originally had 40 soldiers, but the Regent withdrew half of them when he besieged Datong. Now the Military Command only has 20 soldiers. How can we investigate?"

"Does the commander mean he opposes this operation?"

"Correct!"

The clerk didn't even look up, his brush moving like dragons and snakes.

Jiang Qingyun was secretly delighted.

"Given the current smallpox outbreak and rampant banditry in the southern part of the city, I propose a crackdown operation to both resettle smallpox patients and apprehend anti-Qing elements. Lord Uert, do you agree or disagree?"

Uert's throat seemed to be blocked with cotton; he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Qingyun raised his voice again: "Lord Wuerte, do you agree or disagree? Answer me!"

……

Wuerte, ultimately lacking common sense, blurted out, "Jiang Qingyun, what makes you say that thieves are hiding in the South City?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Chengmo, who was watching from the sidelines, knew that things were over.

The skill level of these two is too different.

Jiang Qingyun gained the upper hand from the very first move and pressed forward relentlessly.

Sure enough~
Jiang Qingyun pressed his advantage, cornering Wuerte with a single sentence.

"Lord Uert, can you guarantee there are no thieves in the south city? If someone causes trouble, who will take responsibility afterward?"

"You surnamed Jiang, don't you dare spout nonsense. We, the Uerts, are Manchus of the Plain Blue Banner. Are you questioning the loyalty of the Plain Blue Banner?"

"It's hard to tell!"

……

A commotion erupted in the meeting room.

Fan Chengmo was sweating at the temples, and he sighed that today one person dared to ask and the other dared to refute, and it had even escalated to the point of discussing loyalty to a banner. Wasn't this just making trouble for no reason?

Jiang Qingyun stared at the pale-faced clerk beside him:

"If you record the facts truthfully, it's none of your business. But if you miss a single word or add a single word, watch your head."

"Yes Yes."

……

"Lord Uert, please answer my question directly. Can you guarantee there are no thieves in the south city? If someone causes trouble, who will bear the responsibility?"

"I***."

Uert lost control of his emotions. He rejected the only two options, turning the multiple-choice question into a fill-in-the-blank one. He first cursed angrily, then took the initiative to attack, rolling up his sleeves and rushing over.

Jiang Qingyun was caught off guard and was kicked backwards along with his chair, ending up on his back.

Zhao Zesheng: "Brothers, fight!"

There was chaos at the scene.

The 21 soldiers of the South City Military Command were divided into three factions: 5 from Chiang Kai-shek's side, 6 from Wu Zetian's side, and 10 from the neutral side.

The roars from below were deafening, and fists and feet clashed.

Seeing that things were not going well, Fan Chengmo, the imperial censor patrolling the city, made the wisest choice in an instant.

He quickly folded the meeting minutes and shouted, "I must preserve the evidence and await His Majesty's judgment. I'll take my leave now."

Then, they ran away in a flash.

The neutral party awkwardly and hypocritically cried out, "Sir, please stop fighting! Please stop fighting!"

Recovering from his daze, Jiang Qingyun drew his sword and slashed at a burly soldier who was swinging his fist at him.

"what"

Amidst screams, a severed arm fell to the ground, gushing blood.

Everyone was stunned.

Once blood is drawn, today's matter can no longer be easily dismissed or minimized.

(End of this chapter)