Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 749 High Imitation (1 More)
After Ye Rong returned home, he told his mother that he was going to northern Xinjiang.

Yu's face froze all of a sudden, "What are you going to do in northern Xinjiang?"

The crown prince didn't even leak the news about the plague, so Ye Rong naturally didn't dare to talk nonsense, and just said, "Recently, the local officials in various provinces have been collecting medicinal materials? I heard that the frontline soldiers suffered heavy casualties. I am worried about my father and want to help him."

Yu's eyes were suspicious, "Your Highness asked you to go?"

"That's not true." Ye Rong's words were half true and half false, "When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible, not to mention that I am still a military commander. At this time, I can't hide at home for comfort."

"That's not your turn." Yu's family has only such a pair of children, so naturally they don't want to see one of them have an accident, "You just stay at home, and I'll go see the eldest princess."

She didn't say anything later, Ye Rong also realized it, and grabbed Yu Shi, "Mother, you can't go to northern Xinjiang."

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?"

"You forgot, A Yao's wedding date in late April, if you leave, who will sit in high hall for her? You can't let the Song family change the date?"

Yu-shi retracted her arm and poked his head with her hand, "Knowing that your sister is still going to northern Xinjiang after her wedding, can't you let her get married with peace of mind?"

Ye Rong pursed the corners of her mouth, "I'm not here, and the eldest brother and the second brother can carry her out. Then mother will help me tell her a few more words, and I will apologize to her when I come back."

Turning to leave.

"Hey!" Mrs. Yu called him, "You stinky brat, if you think about it, you're going to go and see her?"

"I'm going, Ayao ordered me not to go." Ye Rong said: "Besides, she is getting married now, so I can't go and tell her that the war in northern Xinjiang is urgent, right? Mother, don't say it, so as not to let her go." She's distracted."

……

Instead of going to Ye Ling's yard to say goodbye, Ye Rong went back to the room to pack up his things briefly, put the burden on his shoulders, and asked the boy to prepare the horse.

Seeing that he was going to leave just after he came back, the boy was very puzzled, "Third Young Master, where are you going?"

"Go out and play for a while." Ye Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

Riding on his horse, he left Xuanwu Street, turned into Xitangzi Hutong, and stopped in front of a shop with a front.

The cover was already very worn out, it was constantly shaking by the wind, and the original color could not be discerned, and even the words on it were missing arms and legs, so it was impossible to see what was written on it.

Ye Rong got off the horse and stepped forward.

This is a ready-to-wear shop, specializing in high imitation goods.

The high-end clothing stores in the capital have their own designers, and the new styles that come out there are generally only affordable by wealthy families.

However, as long as there is a trendy style, there will soon be a high imitation, the color and style of which are almost the same as the original, but the material is inferior, and the price is much cheaper.

Ye Rong heard about it from a few brothers when he was in the military camp before, but today he came here specially.

Don't look at the dilapidated place, but the tailors and embroiders inside are so busy that they don't touch the ground. It can be seen that the capital is not full of rich people.

He just stood there for a while, and immediately a tall, middle-aged man came out to receive him. He was the shopkeeper of the shop with a smile welcoming the God of Wealth, "I don't know what the guest officer wants to imitate, how much?"

"Not many, just two." Ye Rong took out a small silver ingot of twelve taels and handed it to him, "Help me imitate the school uniform of Yunxiu Villa."

"This..." The shopkeeper didn't take the money, his face was very hesitant.

"Have you ever imitated it?" Ye Rong asked him.

"It's true that it has never been imitated." The shopkeeper sighed: "How about, guest officer, go to another place to have a look?"

Ye Rong refused to go, "Does your family dare not imitate or not know how to imitate?"

The shopkeeper had an aggrieved expression on his face, "Master, please hold your hands high, I am a small business, and I dare not offend Yunxiu Villa if I offend anyone!"

Ye Rong understood that this business was risky, so he immediately reached out and took out another 50 taels of silver note and handed it to him, "Is this enough?"

The corner of the shopkeeper's eyes twitched, and he changed into a smiling face in an instant, flatteringly said: "Enough, enough."

Ye Rong rolled his eyelids, and glanced at the busy tailors and embroiderers inside, "Can you make mine first, I'm anxiously waiting to use it."

The shopkeeper put the 50 taels of silver bills and ten taels of small silver ingots into his sleeves, and nodded earnestly, "We can do it first, but this is the first time we imitate, so the speed is slower, at least six days."

"What?" Ye Rong's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me? You ship 50 taels of silver in six days, can you afford to delay my business?"

The shopkeeper had no choice but to take out the banknote and the small silver ingot and return it to him, "Since the guest officer can't wait, then you can only go to another place to hire Gao Ming."

Ye Rong frowned.

Except for this one, he has never heard of other houses that are similar, but for six days, he is planning to leave early tomorrow morning!
Unhappy in his heart, Ye Rong curled his lips, "Can't you hurry up?"

The shopkeeper said: "We don't have samples of Yun's school uniforms here, and it will take time to find them now."

"That's fine, six days is six days." Ye Rong waved his hand impatiently, "I'll pick up the goods in six days, so don't make any trouble to me, or you will have to pay back my money ten times."

"That's it, that's it." The shopkeeper bowed his waist with a smile.

Watching Ye Rong go away on horseback, the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He entered the shop, went directly to the study in the backyard, closed the door and picked up a pen to grind. After a while, he rolled the written paper into a small bamboo tube. Blowing the whistle called a white pigeon, tied the secret letter securely and let it fly out.

The direction the pigeon flew was Suzhou.

The Yun family has many hidden stakes in the capital, and this shop is one of them. The third son of the Ye family wanted to imitate the school uniform of Yunxiu Villa, so the shopkeeper had to report it to the owner as soon as possible.

Those two pieces of clothing can actually be made in one day, but it takes time to send the message.

He can make clothes, but he can't ask Ye Rong to take the goods without the owner's consent.

……

From the capital city to Yunxiu Mountain Villa, the journey is more than 1000 kilometers.

It was three days after Yun Huai received the letter.

The letter was written in Yun's code, and it clearly named Ye Rong, the third son of General Yunhui's mansion, saying that he was going to imitate two Yun's school uniforms, and finally asked the owner whether to make these two clothes or not.

Yun Huai's white jade fingers pinched the secret letter, and immediately wrote "Yuan" with a pen after burning it.

Yun Shisan came in and smelled the smell of burning letters. He fanned his nose with his hand and frowned and complained, "Tung oil, sesame oil, and lard smell like glue. The kind that has not been used for several years, the entire Yun family, from the inner disciples to the outer disciples, and then to the hidden piles in various places, to send letters to the head of the family, and only the old imitation in the capital did not repair. "

Yun Shisan and Yun Shiliu are Yun Huai's direct disciples. Apart from their specialties in medicine and poison, their hearing, observation, smell and sensitivity are all one-in-a-million.

For Yun Shisan, distinguishing smells was no problem.

"Patriarch, why did that old stingy man suddenly send a letter to the villa?" Yun Shisan was very curious.

Yun Huai's tone was calm: "This trip to the north, there will be two more people on the way."

"Who?" Yun Shisan became even more curious. Could it be that the prince was worried about Yun's family and specially arranged for high-grade guards to follow him?

"Don't ask too much, you will know when the time comes."

Yun Huai's eight words without emotion blocked Yun Shisan's mouth and made him dispel the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

……

Six days later, Ye Rong came to Xitangzi Lane on time and got two custom-made clothes.

He opened it and took a peek, his eyes lit up, "Sure enough, the imitation is the same as the real thing."

"That's necessary." The shopkeeper stood aside, "Is the guest officer satisfied?"

Ye Rong flipped through it carefully again, and muttered, "I'm satisfied if I'm satisfied, it's your efficiency, I can't compliment you!"

The shopkeeper cupped his hands at him, "This is the first time I have touched something from Yunxiu Villa, and I tied my head on the belt to imitate it for you. It is understandable that the speed is slower, and it is our aim to satisfy you. "

Ye Rong snorted lightly, but the flattery was loud.

He took off his outer robe, tried it on, and unexpectedly found that the size was exactly the same, since he obviously hadn't measured it that day.

Ye Rong looked surprised, "When you were looking for samples, you also asked about my size?"

"That's not true." The shopkeeper still smiled, "I've been in this business for a long time, anyone who stands in front of me, I can see his body size, no need to measure it."

"Excellent!" Ye Rong finally knew why he never lacked business here.

How can such a unique skill be afforded by ordinary people?
He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, let me ask a little extra, you can imitate clothes here, can you imitate human faces?"

……

After getting the clothes, Ye Rong invited Xu Jia to the teahouse sometime and told her that he was ready.

Xu Jia was puzzled, "What have you prepared?"

Ye Rong patted the box of clothes on the table and opened it for her to see a corner.

Xu Jia looked at the familiar cold white color and the familiar cloud pattern of Yun's family, and felt very incredible, "You stole it?"

"I don't have that free time to take a trip to Suzhou." Ye Rong lazily held his chin, "I'm imitated, right?"

"Like—it does look like it, but it's a pity that people don't look like it. Even if they sneak in, they will be discovered sooner or later."

"Why not?" Ye Rong asked her, "Do you know why the corpse in the coffin looked like Mr. Song when Song Yuanbao helped the spirit back to Beijing?"

Xu Jia also had doubts about this matter, but she couldn't figure it out until now, "Why?"

"Draw it." Ye Rong said.

"painting?"

"Yes." Ye Rong nodded and said, "It's just using your girl's makeup skills to draw people who don't look the same."

This is the first time Xu Jia has heard of such a magical skill, "You mean, when the time comes, take the opportunity to blackmail two members of Yun's team and let us go in instead?"

"Smart." Ye Rong snapped his fingers, "That's it. I've already found the master of high imitation, and he will follow us for a while, and draw for us after seeing clearly which two we want to imitate."

Xu Jia felt that he was simply unnecessary, "Why bother, rather than waiting to be exposed, why not just tell him that I want to go to northern Xinjiang."

Ye Rong: "Who are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)