Chen Ke's earnest words were not in vain. Di Qing not only rekindled his hope, but also had a lofty goal in his heart. His whole body was filled with vitality that he had not seen in several years. He immediately wrote a memorial and humbly asked Chen Ke.
Look carefully.
Chen Ke read it carefully, nodded and said with a smile: "It's already very good." Although in his opinion, several wordings still need to be discussed, it is obviously more important to maintain Di Qing's style: "The marshal only needs to deal with this matter.
Okay, for the rest, just watch them fight dog..."
"Extremely looking forward to it." Di Qing chuckled.
"It's just that," Chen Ke sighed softly: "I'm afraid the marshal will never have a chance to return to the battlefield where you dream about."
"..." Di Qing was silent. Although the master of martial arts is a government official, he has trained all the future generals. No matter which king he changes to, he will not let him lead the army again. It is really a cocoon... However,
, this is worth it. Di Qing smiled bitterly and said: "Even if I don't teach martial arts, the court won't worry about me returning to the battlefield."
"It's hard to say, who knows what will happen in the future?" Chen Ke smiled and stopped worrying about the future. He had stayed here long enough, so he stood up and left.
Di Qing stood up to see him off, but he stopped talking and said, "There is one more thing. I wonder if Sanlang can help me with the details?"
"What's the matter?"
Di Qing told Chen Ke that he had drawn the same lot twice after asking for lots for more than ten years, as well as the old monk's prophecy of 'life and death, rise and fall'.
Chen Ke laughed when he heard this and said, "Marshal, why did you get into trouble with yourself?"
"My own way?"
"Did the marshal forget that you calculated the hexagram at Lingshun Temple in Guilin City?"
When Di Qing heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said: "I'm ashamed..."
When Di Qing went south to conquer Nong Zhigao and passed through Guilin City, he led his crowd to worship at a large temple outside the city. He took out a hundred copper coins, held them in his hands, and prayed to the gods: "This expedition will win."
Loss is unpredictable. If I can win a big victory, please let all the hundred copper coins I throw in come up heads!'
After hearing this, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them. Everyone said that God's will is unpredictable. If the results are not as expected, morale may be dampened. But Di Qing turned a deaf ear. He waved his hands and a hundred copper coins fell to the ground instantly, and asked people to check carefully. It turned out that
Everyone really showed up! The whole army couldn't help but roar with joy. Di Qing ordered people to use a hundred long nails to nail the copper coins to the ground, seal it with a green sarong, and put a seal on it, saying that it would be opened when Master Wang returned in triumph.
Later, Di Qing indeed broke through the Kunlun Pass and defeated Nong Zhigao. After returning to the temple in triumph to pay homage to the gods, he opened the green sarong, took back a hundred copper coins on the ground, and passed them around. It turned out that each copper coin
Both sides of are positive...
Although there is no way to say that these gods and ghosts are false, it is true that in many cases, people are pretending to be gods and ghosts. Di Qing is so famous that people are crazy about digging up all kinds of rumors and anecdotes about him. Therefore, more than ten years ago, he was in the prime minister's country.
The matter of asking for fortune-telling in the temple is no longer a secret. Even the sign that was obtained at that time was discovered by others.
As for why the lot was drawn again this time, it is not difficult. All you have to do is replace all the lots in the lot with the same kind.
"Could it be that I can't achieve enlightenment in Yin?" Di Qing said angrily.
"Never mind him, he's just a small character and doesn't affect the overall situation." Chen Ke said softly: "People's hearts are sinister. Marshal, don't trust anyone gullibly."
"Yes." Di Qing looked deeply at Chen Ke and said, "In the future, I will only believe in you."
"Haha, I have never been here before." Chen Ke shook his head and smiled.
"You may have never been here, but how to build martial arts in the future? What kind of content to teach, how to teach and assess, these all need your advice." Di Qing also laughed and said: "To be honest, I can't trust those civil servants to do it.
"
"I will also become a civil servant." Chen Ke said with a self-deprecating smile: "Marshal, don't worry, I will do my best to provide you with detailed information."
"I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!" Di Qing solemnly clasped his fists and said, "I, Di Qing, owe you!"
"No." Chen Ke shook his head, put on his bamboo hat and poncho, and disappeared into the pouring rain. As soon as he went out of the Zen room in the backyard, the mixed environment of Daxiangguo Temple gave him the best cover.
Chen Ke quietly climbed over the wall and jumped into the water, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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It was already the middle of the night, and the lights in Tianyin Water Pavilion were still dim, because the owner of this place had just finished her performance at Fan Tower and returned by boat with her singing and dancing troupe.
The Song Dynasty was a special era. People thousands of years later can laugh at its weak martial arts as much as they want, but when you understand this era better, you will definitely be impressed by its gentleness for its people. From the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties
, this was the only dynasty that did not advocate low-tongue slaves, but implemented the system of wage slaves.
Of course, it was not like this from the beginning, but it was implemented after the promulgation of the Tiansheng Order in the seventh year of Tiansheng.
After studying the "Tian Sheng Ling", Chen Ke couldn't help but suspect that it was written by a time traveler like himself. Because its respect for private property transcended the times, which China a thousand years later has not yet achieved.
of.
Therefore, although it does not advocate the slave trade, it fully respects private property and does not use a one-size-fits-all approach to completely deprive slaves. It only gently asks the master to allow slaves to redeem themselves at any time and transform into wage slaves. If the master has not given
Opportunities for slaves to redeem themselves. The "Tian Sheng Order" also stipulates that after a slave has served for ten years, he will automatically become free.
As part of the lowly status, the Le Ji also applies to the "Tian Sheng Order", so prostitutes in the Song Dynasty can redeem themselves at any time as long as they can come up with the amount agreed in the sale contract. If they can't come up with the money, they have to serve the old bustard for ten years.
Afterwards, you can also automatically gain freedom.
Although the old bustards were reluctant to part with the money tree, the people of the Song Dynasty had always enforced the laws to the letter. Otherwise, if they were brought to the government, they would not only be fined a huge sum of money, but would also be imprisoned.
However, after redeeming themselves, more than half of the prostitutes return to their old jobs. Because they are used to a life of luxury and luxury, it is difficult to endure poverty. Unless they marry a rich family, they will soon be left with nothing and cannot maintain their original living standards, so they can only turn back.
Come on, keep doing your job.
But the cruel reality is that most prostitutes cannot return to their original glory. They work hard and earn as much as they did when they were idle. This is because the brothel that exploits them also brings them stability and stability.
High-quality customer source. Rich customers who are looking for fun will only think of going to a brothel. Only those who cannot afford to go to a brothel will go to a private room with a door ajar...
Only those who are extremely famous or have special skills can obtain a stable source of customers. A famous prostitute like Du Qingshuang who is both beautiful and beautiful is in another realm... How many people spend thousands of dollars just to listen to her?
To sing a song, it is not surprising that Du Qingshuang owns this luxurious waterside pavilion and his own painted boat.
It is said that a big tree is a good place to enjoy the shade, and countless colleagues who are struggling to make a living have taken refuge under her door. Du Qingshuang could not refuse, not to mention that most of these women had been trained in the arts for many years in brothels and were good at singing, dancing and music, so she simply formed a group
The song and dance troupe allows those who are good at singing, those who are good at playing music, and those who are good at dancing to perform in the form of a party after careful rehearsal.
Unexpectedly, they became an instant hit and became the most successful song and dance troupe in Bianjing City. Invitations for them to perform can be lined up next summer.
The girls all have a good income, and more importantly, they have a sense of belonging. Naturally, everyone is happy. But Du Qingshuang is not happy. Although she is very pleased to have helped so many people. But she is worried about the operation of the song and dance troupe, and there are endless problems.
Problems and troubles that are many times more complicated... It is an unbearable torture for this woman who regards the art of singing as her life.
Tonight, performing and socializing in the noisy restaurant had made her intolerable. In order to restore peace as soon as possible, she dismissed her attendants and sat alone in front of the bright dressing table. The beautiful face in the carved bronze mirror was a bit bleak, cold and tired.
Although she was only twenty-two years old, she felt that she was getting old soon... Du Qingshuang sighed quietly, and began to remove her makeup in the mirror. After all the golden hairpins, Bu Yao, Huasheng, and pearl flowers on her head, her dark and supple face
Her long hair spread like a waterfall. After taking out the moonlight bells from her ears and washing away the thick rouge and gouache on her face, she was surprised by the elegant and beautiful face in the mirror. It turned out that after washing away the rouge, she was still
Not old at all.
While she was looking pretty like a little girl, Du Qingshuang suddenly heard a crash outside the window. She turned her head and looked around, and was frightened out of her wits. She saw a water-soaked figure climbing up from the water to her window.
Just as he was about to scream, he heard a familiar voice: "Shh..."
Du Qingshuang opened her mouth rather inelegantly and said: "Young Master..."
The maid outside heard the unusual noise inside and asked, "Girl, is something wrong?"
"It's okay." Du Qingshuang responded while opening half of the window and letting Chen Ke climb in.
When Chen Ke came in, she saw clearly that this guy was only wearing a pair of underpants, and his well-proportioned and toned body, with no exaggerated muscles, was displayed in front of her without any obstruction.
Although she was known as a famous prostitute, she couldn't remember the last time she saw a man's vagina. She blushed with embarrassment, turned away and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Young Master, please put on your clothes quickly."
"You have to let me dry it off first." Chen Ke pointed at the droplets of water rolling down his body.
Du Qingshuang casually pulled a towel and handed it to his arms. Chen Ke took it, wiped it randomly, turned around and said, "I can't wipe it on my back."
Du Qingshuang had no choice but to take the towel and wipe his back. Only then did she realize that the towel in her hand was the one she used to wipe her face after taking off her makeup.