After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 16 Ghost City
"Ghost city?"

Ye Qinghuai's bewildered expression seemed to be expected by Du Wenle.He looked at Ye Qinghuai with some complacency, then waved the fan in his hand, and said, "Have you never heard of it? This is a secret in Shengjing City."

Ye Qinghuai shook her head, she had a premonition that the conversation was about to enter the realm of ghost legends.

"It's not that mysterious. The ghost market is open in the West Market, but it doesn't open until night, and it doesn't happen every day. The business in the ghost market can't be seen, but things that can't be solved during the day, It can be solved in the ghost city."

Ye Qinghuai suddenly realized.Isn't this the black market?

"Brother Du's Minglu refers to the ghost market?"

"Brother, I'm only telling you about this, don't tell anyone else." Du Wenle dipped his finger in some tea, and drew a moon shape on the table with a cross in the middle, "After Xushi, you go to the ghost market , in the small alley to the northwest, there is a red corner flag hanging on the door, and a black crescent moon is drawn on the corner flag."

Speaking of this, Du Wenle tapped the symbol drawn on the table with his hand, and continued: "After you go in, tell the shopkeeper: Here is a pot of Zhuangyuanhong. If he asks you: Do you know the origin of this Zhuangyuanhong? You can answer He: The number one scholar is famous for tasting wine, and the shop is full of flowers when you are visiting. Also, remember to bring ten ingots of silver. In this way, you will be included in this spring's gold list."

Ye Qinghuai was startled.When she heard Du Wenle's nonsensical words in Wenxin Hall, she vaguely guessed that there must be something tricky in it, and thinking of the Chunwei fraud case that never came to an end in her previous life, she thought that there might be a lot of articles in it.Listening to what Du Wenle said now, it made her conjecture a bit more solid.

She was shocked and cold in her heart, but she wanted to maintain a calm face.She got up and gave a big gift to Du Wenle, forced a smile on her face and said: "Brother Du's great kindness, it's like recreating, Xiaosheng will never forget it."

"I told you and my brother, you don't have to be so polite. After entering the court, we have to take care of each other." Du Wenle patted Ye Qinghuai's shoulder, his face full of respectful smiles.
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After lunch, Du Wenle insisted on taking Ye Qinghuai to Hongyexuan to accompany him to pick out a few story books.In the end, it was Ye Qinghuai who shirked and wanted to collect money, so she came out and said goodbye to him.

Ye Qinghuai is not short of money.She walked around the West Market twice, but she didn't see the corner flag. She estimated that the flag would not be hung until nightfall.So she asked for an upper room in the inn next to her. There was a window in the room facing the entrance of Xishi Street. She ordered a few small dishes and sat by the window from the sun slanting west until it was dark.

West Market is a place full of fish and dragons, and the people coming and going are very chaotic, ranging from dignitaries to traffickers and pawns.The street terrain inside is also very complex, with three-story luxury buildings and brick houses in disrepair.The roads are not as flat and vertical as the avenues in the upper city. Large and small alleys are intertwined. Some alleys seem to have been stopped halfway through repairs. The bricks and stones piled on the ground block the way, forming dead ends.

According to Du Wenle, although the ghost market is not subject to the curfew, there may still be Gyeonggi guards patrolling outside the West Market.So she opened this room early in order to have a closer place to stay after she escaped from the ghost market.

Ye Qinghuai planned the night's actions in her mind over and over again, for fear that there would be some omissions in a certain step.

This trip is risky, she shouldn't come in person.But right now, she really has no one she can trust to visit the tiger's den for her.

In her previous life, until the moment she died, she thought that her great scene was a peaceful and prosperous age with calm waves.Therefore, she blamed everything on the leakage of her womanhood and Lu Yanchen's betrayal.

But now it seems that the disadvantages of Dajing are far more than that.

This cognitive gap made her unable to trust anyone around her.

The courtiers around her and the servants in the harem, everyone is like an actor and a painter.Each of them has a paintbrush in their hands, and in their one-foot-square field, they paint a corner of this peaceful and prosperous world for Ye Qinghuai, and weave a peaceful and peaceful dream for her.

Ye Qinghuai hoped that this sweet dream would come true, but what she saw and heard since she left the palace seemed to be pouring cold water on her.

Now, for this beautiful dream, Ye Qinghuai only had the last trace of dying struggle in her heart.

There is one last possibility.Perhaps Du Wenle was deceived by someone, and the one who promised him to be named on the gold list was a liar.

How everything is going to be known soon.

As soon as the sun set, Ye Qinghuai packed up her luggage and stepped into the streets of West Market before the curfew.

Perhaps because of the curfew, more than half of the stores in West City were closed, and there were very few pedestrians on the road.The people who came and went were in a hurry, and some of them were wearing bamboo hats or veils to hide their faces.

Ye Qinghuai also lowered her head and quickened her pace, looking for the corner flag in the streets and alleys from the corner of her eye.

After walking through about ten alleys, Ye Qinghuai finally found the red corner flag with a crescent moon pattern in an inconspicuous corner.

It was a small shop with only two small doors on the front, which looked like the back door of a rich family.The shop door was closed, and there was some faint candlelight inside.

Ye Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the trip was not in vain, the shop was still open.She touched the purse in her bosom, gathered herself together, walked to the front of the store, and buckled three buckles on the half-covered door.

As soon as she knocked on the door, the door was pulled open by a third, a young man who was half a head shorter than her poked his head out, quickly looked Ye Qinghuai up and down, and a smile appeared on his face .

"Guest officer, please." After speaking, he opened the door of the store, welcomed Ye Qinghuai in, and then quickly closed the door on Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai looked around the small shop.

The inside of the store is not big, there are only two Eight Immortals tables with four benches beside each table.The counter next to the door was as long as one person, and there were many wine jars of different sizes and styles on the wall behind the counter.

Ye Qinghuai keenly sensed something strange.

This small shop, which looks like a wine shop, although there are many wine jars, there is no smell of wine.

There was only that one boy in the whole shop, but there were no other customers.The boy brought a pot of tea from the counter, poured a cup of hot tea, put it down on one of the Eight Immortals tables, and beckoned Ye Qinghuai to take a seat.

When Ye Qinghuai sat down, the servant asked very enthusiastically: "I wonder what this young master wants to drink?"

Ye Qinghuai kept in mind what Du Wenle said, and said, "Please bring me a pot of champion red."

The young man was not surprised, and asked politely as usual: "I wonder if you know the origin of the number one scholar in the shop?"

Ye Qinghuai answered according to what Du Wenle taught her: "The number one scholar is famous for tasting wine, and the shop is full of sweet voices when Tanhua is in the shop."

(End of this chapter)