Resourceful beauty

Chapter 6 Idea

In a few days, Fang Ruxuan had already embroidered many things for the jailer to sell.

It is good to be able to spend the lonely time in the prison with embroidery, but Fang Ruxuan's intention is far from that.

Her father and brother came to Beijing with imperial envoys, and now the situation is unclear, Fang Ruxuan has no choice but to sit here and wait for death. If the situation outside is not good, although she is far away in Funan, if she knows the situation one day earlier, she can make preparations a moment earlier.

Thinking like this, although her eyes were dry and her arms were sore, Fang Ruxuan's heart was fuller and more energetic than ever.

After a short contact, Fang Ruxuan knew that the jailer was called Wang Gui, and she already called him "Brother Wang" familiarly, and Wang Gui and Fang Ruxuan's attitudes became better day by day.

Occasionally, Wang Gui gave Fang Ruxuan a few pieces of snacks in the cloth bag, although it was not as good as the ones that Fang Ruxuan ate in the past five years, but it was the best thing Fang Ruxuan had eaten in the past five years. Fang Ruxuan felt that the sweetness seemed to spread to her heart, making her feel that everything is so beautiful now.

Knowing that the better the fabric, the more valuable the embroidered things will be. What Wang Gui brings to Fang Ruxuan is not coarse cloth, but brocade. Although it is not big, the things sold are several times that of the old coarse cloth veils. Wang Gui became more and more proud. He came out of Xiulou this day and brought a can of cream to Fang Ruxuan.

"The shopkeeper said that the embroiderer's hands are the most important. If they are frozen or have barbs and frostbite, not only will they not be able to embroider good things, but the satin will also be scratched."

Seeing Fang Ruxuan staring at the porcelain bottle in a daze, Wang Gui explained.

Fang Ruxuan thanked with a smile.

After Wang Gui left, Fang Ruxuan opened the bag.

In the package, there is a brown forehead wipe and another brown warm hat, both of which have already been cut, just waiting to be embroidered on them, and then do some trivial work such as seaming and embellishment, and then the work can be called off.

There are often such jobs in the embroidery building. Some of them are embroidered by the embroiderer herself, and some are cut in the embroidery building. They are taken out and waited for the customer to choose the style and color, and then embroider the pattern according to the customer's request. It's better to make a price according to the embroidery quality of the things.

And the one in my hand, the fine velvet that does not stain the dust and does not stick to the wool, is not a material that can be found in embroidery buildings, and the coil of silk thread wrapped in the forehead is not something that can be bought in ordinary markets.

Fang Ruxuan judged from the pattern of the forehead wiping pattern and the high-quality silk threads that the owner of the wiping forehead should be an old lady. As for why the gift was given, it was nothing more than a show of filial piety, or it was a preparation for a birthday. Congratulations, in this way, the identity of the person who wants to embroider the forehead is also ready to be revealed.

After looking over and over for a long time, and then counting the days, Fang Ruxuan's hands trembled slightly.

The thumping heart fell back to its original position the moment the door was locked. Fang Ruxuan sighed, glanced at the old man who had been staring at her, and smiled playfully.

In the past few days, Fang Ruxuan would distribute a steamed bun for every meal to the old man and the other prisoners in the cell. Although she still didn't talk much as before, the atmosphere was no longer as cold and infiltrating as before.

On several occasions, Fang Ruxuan even gave the old man the mung bean cake or sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Wang Gui gave her.

"How long have you been here, old man?"

Sitting by the fence, Fang Ruxuan asked the old man as usual.

"Two years..."

With an inaudible sigh, the old man replied in a low voice.

"Two years?"

Fang Ruxuan stared blankly at the old man with a puzzled expression on her face.

The prison in Funan City is for serious offenders. That is to say, once they are locked in, what awaits these people is a death sentence. At most, it will not last for half a year.

But the old man was imprisoned for two years.

Is it an unjust, false and wrongly decided case, or some felony that is unforgivable but not punishable by death?

As if he could guess what Fang Ruxuan was thinking, the old man let out a long sigh, and said to himself: "Unbelievable, I, Jin Sanquan, will have today. Poor, sad, sad..."

The old man seemed to be speaking for herself, but Fang Ruxuan was stunned for a moment.

"You...you are the golden abacus?"

In the darkness, she could no longer see anything, but Fang Ruxuan looked at the direction of the old man with burning eyes, and there was some uncontrollable excitement in her words.

"You little girl, you know me too?"

The old man chuckled and approved Fang Ruxuan's words.

Jin Suan's real name is Jin Sanquan, and he is the treasurer of Jubaozhai in Beijing.

Jubaozhai is an antique shop, the shop is not big, but it is the leader of the antique industry in the capital. It is said that as long as the antiques enter the gate of Jubaozhai, the price can be doubled by a hundred times when they go out.

And the credit for this is second to none among Jin Sanquan.

Jin Sanquan Jianbao is first-class, but what is unknown is his forgery.

There is only one genuine product in this world, but there are thousands of counterfeit products. However, even if a fake product that has been handed by Jin Sanquan is placed next to the real product, it is enough to achieve the effect of confusing the real one.

For this reason, Jubaozhai was fighting for gold every day, and people in the capital called Jin Sanquan a golden abacus, which can be seen from this.

However, two years ago, Jin Suan suddenly disappeared. Everyone said that he had washed his hands and retired to the countryside. Otherwise, if there was a big fanfare, he would definitely not be able to leave.

Fang Ruxuan would know about Jin Suan from the picture of a beautiful woman in Qiushan hanging in Wutongyuan's study.

The Picture of Beauty in Autumn Mountain, as the name suggests, is a picture drawn by a beautiful woman on the mountain in autumn looking back and smiling. It was made by Qian Sizhong, a master of the previous dynasty. Because Qiu Ming likes beautiful women, Mrs. Qiu found this painting and hung it in the study. Let the son stay in the mansion honestly, don't go out and cause trouble.

The original painting was originally kept in Prince Qi's Mansion, so Fang Ruxuan knew it was a fake from the moment she saw the painting, but even after looking at the real painting carefully, she did not see where the flaws of the fake were.

Later, Fang Ruxuan inadvertently learned from the maid who tidied up the study that Mrs. Qiu got that painting from Jubaozhai.

Afterwards, Fang Ruxuan learned about the mysterious golden abacus that people said.

Unexpectedly, Jin Suan, who was also brilliant and highly respected in the capital, was imprisoned in the prison of Funan City, and fell into such a state of desperation.

"Uncle Jin, why are you here?"

Although the two have no friendship at all so far, who knows what will happen in the future?Fang Ruxuan asked politely.

"I had some personal grievances with Hu Jing, and I accidentally fell into his hands for a while, and now I am in this field. Sigh... the rest of my life, I'm afraid I will spend the rest of my life in this prison."

Jin Suan shook his head and sighed.

Hu Jing, the governor of Funan City, was the presiding judge who interrogated King Qi's case together.

Since it was a personal grievance, Fang Ruxuan couldn't break the casserole and ask the bottom line. After comforting Jin Suan, Fang Ruxuan got up and sat back on the haystack, closed her eyes and began to contemplate what pattern to embroider on that forehead.

In the afternoon, after the prison guards finished their inspection, Fang Ruxuan took out the cream and wiped her hands carefully, before she began to do embroidery work meticulously.

On the third day, the meticulously embroidered forehead wipe and warm hat were completed. When Wang Gui came again, Fang Ruxuan carefully handed them over to him.

After Wang Gui left, Fang Ruxuan fell into anxiety.

Counting the days, my father and elder brother returned to Beijing with the imperial envoy in Laba that day. Now, it has been half a month, but they don't know what the situation in the capital is like.

And in the past half month, she has been very busy, but at this moment, Fang Ruxuan is a little worried, afraid that everything she has done in the past half month is useless.

She was worried that she had guessed wrong, and that thing did not belong to the person she thought.

I was also worried that the man saw the source of the thing, but he couldn't bring the news to himself.

Or, everything went according to his plan, and he finally saw her, but what she brought was bad news.

Father, brother, you must be well.

The whole day, Fang Ruxuan was a little restless, and her palms were sweating profusely.

Xu Shi saw Fang Ruxuan's nervousness, and Jin Suan looked at Fang Ruxuan with a smile and said, "Little girl, old man, I have lived most of my life, so I haven't seen any weird things? But these days you have been struggling Yes, but I really don't understand. What are you doing this for?"

Although it has been more than two years since he was imprisoned in the prison in Funan City, Jin Suan already knew the identities of Fang Qizhi and Fang Ruxuan within a few days.

Ordinarily, Fang Qizhi has returned to Beijing with the imperial envoy, and this matter has probably turned around. Fang Ruxuan doesn't need to be like this, but she doesn't have the airs of a domineering lady, and she doesn't have the pessimism and pessimism of self-pity. But without asking for anything, Jin Abacus really couldn't figure it out.

Fang Ruxuan smiled, blinked her eyes and said: "Shanren has his own tricks, old man Jin, you will understand in the future."

Seeing that Fang Ruxuan was unwilling to say anything, Jin Suansu didn't force her anymore.

But being interrupted by Jin Suanan, Fang Ruxuan's original apprehension disappeared immediately.

After all, I have done everything I can, and then I can only resign myself to fate.

Fang Ruxuan thought to herself.

In the evening, there was no Wang Gui among the prison guards who came to deliver the food. Fang Ruxuan's heart was raised again, she was afraid that something bad would happen. .

These days she was doing embroidery work for Wang Gui to sell, and Wang Gui came into the cell when people were not prepared, could it be that Wang Gui attracted the attention of others?

Randomly guessing, Fang Ruxuan sat in front of the iron fence, a little uncertain.

He absent-mindedly ate half a steamed bun, and it was getting dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the cell door outside made a sound quietly.

Hearing light footsteps coming down the steps, walking towards her one after the other, and the lights cast messy shadows on the wall, Fang Ruxuan suppressed the tension in her heart and ran to the iron fence.

The person in front of him is Wang Gui who is carrying a lantern, and the person behind him has a light footsteps and a graceful figure, one can tell it is a woman at a glance.

After seeing the face of the man under the brim of the hat, Fang Ruxuan's eyes instantly burst into a fiery light.

(End of this chapter)