"You...... You ......" Qing San Ye was speechless in anger, he pointed to the family kneeling on the ground with trembling hands, and then pointed to the few unsympathetic military policemen, and the expression on his face changed rapidly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It took half a minute to hold back a sentence: "They...... What's wrong with them getting in your way? Why are you in charge of other people's little feet?"

"That's right......," said the scruffy beggar and the thin scholar in unison, "what is in your way with us begging and wrapping our little feet?"

Those military policemen were made to cry and laugh, who had the heart to talk nonsense with this group of people on weekdays, they were all beaten out of the West Water Gate with a stick, and you can scold as much as you like when you go out of the West Water Gate. But it's not okay not to explain today, the prime minister of the Great Qing Dynasty is still a relative of the prime minister, and he has to go through this scene.

The eldest soldier stood up and nodded to the people around him, and said, "My lord, old and young masters, the order to prohibit foot binding was issued by the prime minister, and this is to stop the good government that destroys women and breaks bad habits...... Everyone has mothers, daughters, and sisters, and you really don't feel sorry for them when they can't walk when their foot bones are broken and then entangled, and they can't walk?"

"This shameless and vicious custom, how can you continue it?"

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, you are a nobleman of the Eight Banners of the Qing Kingdom, and you know the laws of the Great Qing Kingdom better than me...... You should know that Manchu women don't bind their feet, right? Emperor Shunzhi, who entered the customs, once personally issued a holy decree prohibiting women in the world from binding their feet!"

"Later, I thought that the Han people in the world were too hindered, and as a result, this holy decree was not implemented at all, but the holy decree was not abolished, and he was still hiding in the Forbidden City!"

"But why is everything you said today violating your ancestors' family law? Are you still ashamed to say that your feet are reasonable? Don't tell me this, go back to Sijiu City and tell the ancestors in the Taimiao......

"You...... You are so bold!" Qing Sanye's blood pressure soared all of a sudden, he wanted to say a few words but didn't know what to say, he wanted to scold a few words but couldn't open his mouth, look at those few uncompetitive looks, Fu Qing couldn't wait to slash the sloppy beggar and the sour scholar with a knife.

"It's all mud...... it's all mud," Qing Sanye turned his head angrily and got into the sedan chair, "Let's go, go home, Lao Tzu go back to Beijing! What kind of bullshit place...... Bad manners!Phew......"

Several military police officers looked at each other, and one of them nodded quickly, then turned around and ran into the city, he wanted to report what happened today to the CIA as soon as possible.

The beggar and the scholar knelt on the ground and wept and pleaded like mud, but no one sympathized with them, and even the belt was blasted out of the West Water Gate.

The scene experienced by Qing Sanye has long been numb in the eyes of the officials of Xishuimen, they know very well the problems of these displaced people and immigrants, and how can it be so easy to change the bad habits of a lifetime.

Therefore, all actions must follow the principle of the prime minister: "unite those who are like-minded to build the bones of the Chinese people, absorb those who are willing to take the initiative to change the flesh and blood, and control those who are forced to change their minds with severe punishment and harsh laws, so as to create a healthy and complete Chinese ......"

"As for those who die unrepentant and refuse all changes, they are excluded from the Chinese race, let them always look outside the walls with envious eyes, and let the sense of happiness torment him, so that he will be in a tangle of comparison with each other for the rest of his life......"

"If you want to be happy, you must have to pay something, if you want to change yourself, if you want to do whatever you want, then let him continue to dream......"

The ruthless West Water Gate, the Tiger Prison Pass of the Special Administrative Region! How many human tragicomedies have been staged here, and just across the gates is the division between heaven and hell.

Fuqing's sedan chair trotted all the way, and the four timid sedan chair drivers couldn't care about being tired, and they forgot the wound on their shoulders that were worn out, knowing that the master was in a bad mood, and hurriedly trotted all the way home.

Of course, he lived with his sister, and Fu Hui's home was in Xiao Letian's palace, the garden palace that was expanded on the basis of Huang Juren's old mansion in the early years.

As soon as the sedan chair fell, Qing Sanye jumped out impatiently, but the bar in front was not stable, and his foot tripped and almost fell on the third master's stomach.

"What a bastard! Tear it down...... Smash ...... me" The third master waved his hand and tore the sedan curtain in half, and the guards in the concierge saw that the third master was really angry, and hurriedly rushed up to persuade him.

Under Fuqing's strict orders, the four sedan chair drivers smashed the sedan chair to a pulp, and the ground was full of rags and broken wood.

It wasn't until the sedan chair was all turned into parts that the fire in Fuqing's heart was three points smaller, and he entered the main gate and walked all the way to the backyard, shouting as he walked, "Prepare wine and food, bring me wine...... What about my sister, in which garden?"

There are a total of four gardens in the palace of the Special Administrative Region, which are basically set according to the four solar terms of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the flowers that bloom in different seasons are decorated in different gardens to form a distinct beauty of the four seasons.

Xiao Lotian didn't live much in this palace, but Fu Hui liked it very much, because her body was not very adaptable to the hot and humid weather in the Ryukyus, and she had a lot of eczema when she lived in the north for a long time.

And the undercurrent in the capital is surging, and the factional wrestling is a circle of right and wrong, so it is better to hide or come out, so Fu Hui has been stationed in the palace of the Special Administrative Region during this time.

Fu Hui is resident, and the subordinates here let her train very well, completely in accordance with the model of the Manchurian family, the rules between the subordinates are extremely strict, and they dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool one by one.

Fuqing passes through several courtyards, moon gates, verandahs, rockeries, gardens, lotus ponds, ...... It can be described as a beautiful scenery step by step, behind him a group of maids and old mothers followed, holding wet towels to wipe their faces anytime and anywhere, gargling with fragrant flower tea, Longjing moistened their mouths before the rain in Jiangnan, and then handed over a gold box, which was neatly lined with paper cigarettes.

The coat that went out dragged back and threw it away, the clever little girl hurriedly held it in her arms, Fuqing did not look back and went straight to the backyard angrily, just entered the moon gate of the summer garden, and listened to the small chanting hall on the rockery, the voice of my sister Fuhui holding a spell slowly drifted.

"Nam-no, Drink Ratana, Dora-yeya, Nam-no, Ajaya, Brahma-la-de-bo-raya, Bodhisattva-Bharaya, Mahasattva-Bharaya......"

Leaning on the rockery, listening to his sister's indifferent voice of holding the spell, the third master's angry heart finally gradually subsided, thinking about the rogue beggar and the sour scholar, he couldn't help but sigh.