Chapter 173: Temple Fair

"How do you know? Who told you?" Qi Wuxiu's body tightened instantly, and his expression became exceptionally serious and solemn, ready to draw his blade at the slightest disagreement.

Chen Guanlou sneered, his expression very contemptuous, "Things that can be guessed with toes, do they need people to tell? Isn't this the convention of the imperial court? I have read books for two years and read quite a few folk wild history storybooks. Does the imperial court not have this convention?"

After Qi Wuxiu heard this, his body gradually relaxed, "I thought someone leaked the wind. Since you know it's the imperial court's convention, don't ask."

"The eldest master is disabled." Chen Guanlou insisted on saying two more sentences, appearing like a stick.

A stick is not qualified to work in the Brocade Uniform Guard.

Qi Wuxiu gave an awkward laugh, "Marquis Pingjiang is a good hand at fighting. That group of border soldiers in Jinzhou, no one is good to go, and no one listens to orders. Only Marquis Pingjiang went, and it only took a few months to integrate all the troops, subdue those military heads, and fight a beautiful battle. Marquis Pingjiang is a pillar of the country. The imperial court should pay more attention to treating important ministers."

"Let the Brocade Uniform Guard pay attention?" Chen Guanlou laughed, "Really interesting."

"Actually, this is a good thing." Qi Wuxiu said solemnly, "People always misunderstand that being paid attention to by the Brocade Uniform Guard is not far from the Imperial Prison. Actually, isn't this a kind of protection."

Chen Guanlou didn't believe it, and no one in the world believed it.

Being paid attention to by the Brocade Uniform Guard is also called a good thing, hehe! Really know how to stick gold on one's face.

Everyone has times of negative emotions; this is independent of human will. If one says some reckless things while feeling negative and venting, and it is overheard by the Brocade Uniform Guard and then reported to the old Emperor, guess whether the old Emperor will overthink it? Will he mistakenly believe that the official is dissatisfied with him?

Now don't move, pretend nothing happened, and settle accounts after the autumn, counting these words said when venting emotions into the crime—that is when you know the horror of being paid attention to by the Brocade Uniform Guard.

No one wants this kind of attention.

Seeing that Chen Guanlou had a great prejudice against the Brocade Uniform Guard, Qi Wuxiu stopped mentioning the matter of changing jobs.

Chen Guanlou also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to find reasons like the Heavenly Prison is good for making money and he doesn't want to move for the time being every time. If he said it too much, outsiders would inevitably be suspicious.

It's better to do some things that are out of place, and others will fill in the blanks themselves: look, the Chen kid deserves to stay in the Heavenly Prison, his way of doing things is too unparticular, if he went to other yamens, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

"Why didn't you follow Marquis Pingjiang to the front line at the beginning?" Qi Wuxiu still asked; he was quite curious, a great future and he didn't want it.

Chen Guanlou opened his mouth and said, "The eldest master has high requirements, and my ability is somewhat lacking, so I wasn't selected."

"Wasn't selected, or didn't participate in the selection at all?"

"Is there a difference? I am a person without a background, and I am out of the five degrees of mourning; for no reason, why would the eldest master promote me? If it were your elders, having the opportunity to promote juniors, they would definitely consider close people first."

Qi Wuxiu couldn't refute; this is the reality.

He suddenly became excited and promised solemnly, "There will be opportunities to fight in the future. When the time comes, I will recommend you."

"Thanks!" Chen Guanlou was too embarrassed to say refusal words, so he could only prevaricate first. People in this era really love to worry about other people's future and career! If he didn't have secrets, maybe he would really choose to go to the barracks to fight for a future. Anyway, there is no concern, people die and birds face the sky, if they don't die, they will live for ten thousand years.

The dawn of the first day of the first lunar month was spent drinking and chatting like this, ushering in the first sunny day of the 47th year of Taixing.

Ten thousand rays of light!

The streets are crowded with people!

Eldest sister Chen Xiaolan knocked on the door early in the morning, calling him to the temple fair, mainly to go to the City God Temple to burn incense.

Chen Guanlou yawned.

Chen Guanxin ran away early in the morning, and Qi Wuxiu slipped away in the middle of the night, saying he had to rush home early to pay New Year's greetings to his elders.

"You go, you have to call me." He wanted to sleep. He is a martial artist, actually not that sleepy, just feeling that such good weather, not lying in the courtyard to bask in the sun, drink tea, and sleep is a waste.

Chen Xiaolan pointed at his nose, "Today is the first day of the New Year, don't force me to scold you! Hurry up and tidy up, and go burn incense with me. After burning incense, I have to go help your brother-in-law. Today is the first day, the tea stall business is busy, and it must be too busy."

Chen Guanlou rubbed his eyes, "Brother-in-law is not with you?"

"He is very busy, no time. You don't know, every year the first day is spent like this."

"Uncle, I want to catch the temple fair."

Little cute Yaya pulled Chen Guanlou's sleeve, speaking in a milky voice, and Chen Guanlou softened instantly. How could he not agree. In a few strokes, he tidied up, closed the courtyard door, put Yaya on his shoulder, and followed his eldest sister to the temple fair.

A sea of people!

The people of the entire capital seemed to have come to the temple fair.

Seven or eight temples and Daoist temples around the temple fair were all crowded with people, all commoners who came to burn incense and pray for the Bodhisattva's protection for a year. A stick of incense doesn't cost a few coins, but it can pray for a year's peace of mind; why not do it.

Chen Guanlou took his eldest sister Chen Xiaolan to squeeze inside, always holding little cute Yaya, protecting the child's head. Fortunately, they squeezed in, took the incense candles, and started a new round of squeezing.

Look at this scene, if this is not a prosperous age, what is a prosperous age?

No wonder people always say the Holy Lord is in the world; the folk evaluation of the old Emperor is still okay. It can be seen that the old Emperor did a good job in his early years, so the city appearance would be so prosperous.

Now the old Emperor is muddled and started to mess around.

However, everything has a lag, and the consequences of the old Emperor's messing around have been manifested in the local area, but they have not been passed on to the capital's city-level commoners.

The capital, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, at least has to pay attention to a face.

The capital is the last face of the imperial court, letting everyone who comes to the capital from other places feel this face. Most of the time, it is still quite regular.

When it is not regular, actually ordinary commoners cannot feel it at all. The messy things that fall on ordinary commoners have actually been screened layer by layer, becoming the power of local ruffians and hooligans. The things of the upper layer are passed on to the lower layer, which is not intuitive at all.

Chen Xiaolan burned incense, a look of relief on her face; it can be considered that the top priority of today has been completed.

She urged Chen Guanlou to burn incense again.

Chen Guanlou didn't believe this; he only believed in himself.

"Sister, don't worry about me. I will help you bring Yaya for a day, you hurry to help brother-in-law. If one person helps less, how much money will be earned less. You hurry up!"

Chen Xiaolan glared at him and instructed her daughter, "Yaya, follow your uncle, okay?"

"I want to be with uncle." Yaya hugged Chen Guanlou's neck tightly, looking very close.

Chen Xiaolan smiled: "Okay, you follow uncle to play for a day." ===== CHAPTER 174 =====