Chang'an is good

Chapter 5
The carriage looks ordinary on the outside, but there is a "mystery" hidden inside.

On the coffee table is an exquisite white jade tea pot, as smooth as a mirror, crystal clear, it is extraordinary at first glance.

But this alone is not enough to attract her attention——

The girl lightly picked up a tea pot, and she saw a familiar light blue monogram on the bottom.

This tea set was one of the big wedding gifts she had prepared for a friend earlier.

Her good friend married into the Wei family of Zheng Guogong's mansion in the capital at the age of 15, and all these congratulatory gifts were sent to Zheng Guogong's mansion back then.

So... the Wei family actually came to Hezhou?

Who is it?
It doesn't matter who it is, but if you know who is from the Wei family, you can roughly determine the purpose of the other party's trip——

The girl looked at the furnishings in the car inch by inch, but she couldn't see the girl's things.

To be able to freely use what she gave back then must be a member of the Wei family's direct line.

And Wei's direct lineage is only two households. The former Zheng Guogong passed away long ago, and the eldest son Wei Qin inherited the position of Guogong early. Her good friend is Mrs. Zheng Guogong.

Wei Yu, the second son of the Wei family, is the younger brother of the same mother of Zheng Guogong, and serves as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Zheng Guogong Wei Qin likes the beauty of flowers and brocade clusters, and the interior of the car is elegant and simple...

This carriage looks ordinary, without Wei's family emblem, obviously no intention of revealing his identity - so, could it be that Wei Jiaerlang has come here in disguise?
If so, this trip must be unusual.

The girl thought for a moment before making a decision.

She quickly took out the neatly folded pieces of rough paper from the skirt, pressed them under the piece of silver that was left just now, and then jumped out of the carriage with the boy.

Near the window on the second floor, a follower frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Lang, they left."

Just now I saw two teenagers, one big and one young, sneak into the man's car, he was about to catch them and drive them away, but the man said "no need", as if it had nothing to do with him, he just stood by the window and folded his arms .

It should be known that the contents in the car are not only valuable, but also secret documents of the imperial court. What if something goes wrong?

But just as Madam said - Mr. Lang has always been seriously ill in his actions.

The "seriously ill" young gentleman gave a lax "um" and said "let's go", then turned around unhurriedly and went downstairs with his entourage.

In the early spring, the young gentleman had black hair in a jade crown, and a brocade robe the color of bird plum. He was tall and straight, with fair complexion and deep eyebrows and eyes.

This is like the demeanor of the lonely pine in Yushan Mountain, as if it is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding market, attracting passers-by to look sideways.

The girl hid in the dark, seeing such a good face, and seeing that he really got into the carriage, she couldn't help but look thoughtful.

Although she had never met Wei Yu, the Erlang of the Wei family, she had heard that this man looked like Pan An, was very handsome and suave, and was in his early twenties.

But why inexplicably, do you feel so familiar?
Perhaps she has met Zheng Guogong, but there must be some similarities between the first brothers?

In this way, it can be concluded that this person is Wei Jia Erlang.

The girl felt relieved, so she took the boy away.

"Lang Jun, is there anything missing?" The attendant asked through the curtain of the car in a low voice-although even if it is missing, it is the gentleman's own fault, but if he chases at this time, at least he can catch up.

He has cleaned up countless of these strange messes that were left only because Mr. Lang was "very ill".

But I heard a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile from inside the car: "Not only is there not less, but it is too much."

The young man's fingers were slender, and he picked up the piece of silver.

Immediately, he slowly unfolded the paper pressed under the broken silver, looked at it quietly, and said with emotion: "It's just too particular to give such a generous gift for a while."

After a while, the wide palm lifted the curtain of the car, and looked in the direction where the two "boys" had just left.

……

At noon, the two "boys" found an inn in the city to settle down and asked for two upper rooms.

The man brought hot water in, and the girl took a bath behind the screen of the landscape painting, got out of the bathtub, stood barefoot, took a clean cotton towel to dry off the water droplets on her body, and took a look at her body by the way.

It seems that she is just at the age of Ji, and although she is considered tall, her limbs and waist are too slender, her hands and fingers are white and soft, and she can be seen at a glance as a delicate girl raised in a boudoir.

In a nutshell, what looks good is not useful.

But since it was picked up for nothing, it's not her turn to dislike it.

And strength is something like that, as long as you are willing to endure hardships and persevere, you will always have it.

The girl took the clean young man's robe that was hung on the screen and was bought from a tailor shop when she came. When her left arm just passed through the snow-white jacket, she suddenly stopped dressing.

The girl's skin is fair and delicate, and the vermilion mole on her heart is particularly eye-catching.

She looked down at the red mole, and an old scene flashed in front of her eyes—a little girl who looked like a beggar just barely learned to walk, and fell into the muddy water with a plop, with tears all over her dirty little face.

The little girl she called Ah Li also had such a red mole on her heart.

But Ah Li is only four years old this year.

Putting away her thoughts, the girl continued to dress, not squinting at the tie and button of the robe, and her movements were as proficient as clouds and flowing water.

Wiping her wet hair with a cotton towel, she stepped out from behind the screen, when the door was knocked: "Guest officer, the food you ordered is here."

"Come in." The girl suppressed her voice.

When the clerk came in, he saw that "young man" was wiping his hair with his back facing him, his clothes were brand new, his figure was thin but tall and tall, with a heroic appearance.

The waiter didn't take a closer look, but thought to himself, "Which family is this young man really rich and honored?" After setting out the food, he went out.

The girl put down the cotton towel for wiping her hair, walked towards the dining table, and said, "Come in."

The boy guarding outside the room opened the door and went in after hearing this. He also washed his face and changed into clean clothes, but the process was obviously in a hurry and he didn't even have time to tidy his hair.

"Why have you been waiting outside?" the girl asked as she sat down.

"I'll wait for my lord, I can't let my lord wait for me..." He tentatively called the girl my lord, which was agreed upon on the way to the inn.

The girl picked up the pair of chopsticks: "Let's eat first."

"I...do I eat these too?"

The girl raised her eyes: "Why don't I order another table for you?"

"No, it's not!" The boy quickly shook his head: "I...I have never sat and ate with anyone."

"You saved me and took me out of Zhoujia Village...give me buns to eat and new clothes to wear!" The boy pointed to the next room, his expression extremely grateful, and he felt guilty for no reason: "You still let me sleep on such a soft bed!" The bed... I, what am I going to do? No, no..."

He racked his brains to think of what he could do, but he couldn't think of a "reciprocal" return that would make him accept it all with peace of mind.

Then "otherwise, otherwise" kept going.

"Otherwise I'll break your leg?" The girl asked blankly, "So you can always feel at ease?"

The boy's eyes widened, he opened his mouth, and stammered: "...if, if you really need it..."

Girl: "..."

She doesn't need it that much.

In the end, the boy couldn't accept eating at the same table with her, so he took a bowl, picked up some food, and squatted in the corner of the wall to eat...

After the meal, when the guy came to clean up the dishes, he couldn't stay idle and helped the guy clean up.

After finishing all this, he stood there looking at the girl with lowered hands and hopeful eyes, as if waiting for her to send out some errands - the more difficult the better.

"..." Facing those too clear eyes, the girl silently looked away.

But the boy "followed" her line of sight, and saw two washed radishes in the bamboo basket beside her.

The things in the upper house are fully prepared, and there are few melons and fruits in winter and spring, so it is common for water radishes to be eaten raw as melons and fruits.

The next moment, the girl saw him coming forward, and took out a cloth bag from her arms. When the cloth bag was opened, it was his kitchen knife——

The next moment, the radish peel flew up.

Soon, a radish that had been peeled clean and watery was handed to her: "Lang Jun, here it is!"

The girl looked at the kitchen knife in his hand with some surprise.

Such a knife-

It's a pity that it hasn't been used to kill people all these years.

She looked at the boy in front of her.

It is probably because I tried to resist when I was unable to resist when I was young, and after suffering the result of the failure of the resistance, I did not dare to resist when I was able to resist.

People don't resist, mostly out of fear in their hearts.

Once, under that arrangement, she did not resist——

Not out of fear, but out of debt.

She paid off the favor of her blood relatives with her flesh and blood.

From now on, no one can threaten her in any name, she only does what she wants to do, and only walks the way she wants to go.

such as--

She doesn't really want to eat this radish.

"Too spicy, I don't like it."

"what……"

"You can eat by yourself." The girl got up and walked towards the bed: "I want to rest, if you are not sleepy, then pay more attention to the outside news."

The boy finally waited until she opened her mouth to explain the matter, nodded in haste, and went out to close the door for her.

The girl lay down on the bed and pulled off the quilt.

She chose to stay here and asked for a room. Apart from sleeping comfortably, she also had other considerations.

There will be many people looking for them outside, whether they are from Liuke Lane, Zhoujia Village, or behind Zhoujia Village.

But no matter how much she troubles her this time, in the eyes of the people behind her, she is just a small trouble, not worth the extravagance at all costs, so at most she can only track down the whereabouts of the two of them secretly.

Those people would not have thought that people who should have been hiding in Tibet would live in the upper room of the inn grandly, and because of her generosity and words, the inn staff here were willing to treat her as "running away with anger at home, I want to hide outside, a pure and clean rich man", if anyone comes here to search, they will definitely block it for her.

Naturally, this method can only hide for a while and not for a long time.

But those people probably didn't have a chance to let her hide for too long.

She had planned to take advantage of the chaos and go out of the city today, to Fuzhou next door, and secretly try to send the evidence and clues in her hand to an old friend.

Her old friend was an upright official, if he knew about the chaos in Hezhou, he would definitely not stand by and watch.

It's just that I didn't expect that today, by accident, I met the Wei family who came here in a low-clothes, so it would save a lot of trouble - the matter of Zhou's village should be resolved as soon as possible.

But right now, she only needs to wait for news in this inn and get a good night's sleep.

Close your eyes and you will be plunged into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of extremely cold white light emerged from the darkness. The light gradually became brighter, and the white blazing eyes became a boundless snow field.

In the snow, the woman's blue hair scattered like a waterfall, and the cold knife cut across her neck.

The color of blood spread, staining the snowfield red.

When her eyes were completely red, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

It was getting dark at some point, she raised her hand in the darkness, subconsciously touched the cool neck, and tried to turn her head around again.

Well, the neck is still there.

The girl closed her eyes again.

……

At the same moment, someone also turned their necks.

The young man who finished his official duties stood up from behind the desk, closed his eyes and raised a big hand to rub his temples.

"Lang Jun, there is a secret letter from the capital." Jinsui knocked on the door and entered, presenting two letters.

The young man opened one of them casually, and the letter inside was folded neatly. When he unfolded it, there was no handwriting on it, but a portrait of a young girl.

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