Jiaohua

Chapter 174 A Figure

Xia Zhaoyi looked at the blue and white porcelain vase, knowing that there would be many rules in Qingque Pavilion, but he didn't know there would be such a saying.

She uncapped the bottle, sniffed it, and drank it down.

Very bitter, with some sweetness after the bitterness.

Putting the vial back on the table, Xia Zhaoyi said, "Okay, sir, you can tell me the rest."

She didn't hesitate at all, but Mr. Yan Hui was a little surprised.

"It's amazing to have such courage at such a young age." Mr. Yan Hui said.

"Thank you, sir."

Mr. Yan Hui got up: "Wait for me a little longer, I'll go get it."

"it is good."

Watching him leave, Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the few words written on the flower paper in front of him, thinking about how to spend the 500 taels of silver.

This time, Mr. Yan Hui came out very quickly, and gave her the detailed file, and at the same time gave her 100 taels, after all, she had already drank the poison.

Xia Zhaoyi took the silver, took out 50 taels and put it beside the candlestick: "Sir, I want to set up a cabinet number."

"You want to set up a pavilion?" Mr. Yan Hui was taken aback.

"Number Chujiu," Xia Zhaoyi said, "If someone brings Mei Duo to look for Chujiu Pavilion, sir, please help me pay attention."

"Wait a minute, I need to record the record."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and pushed it over: "Here is the pattern of Mei Duo, and the ninth day is the ninth day of the ninth day of every month. If you don't bring this Mei Duo to look for me, you will be fine." Said Qingque Pavilion does not have such a pavilion number. I will come to Qingque Pavilion on the ninth day of every month, and there is nothing else to record."

Mr. Yan Hui nodded and took the paper: "Okay."

Xia Zhaoyi got up with a scroll of flower paper and 50 taels of silver: "I'm leaving now, thank you sir for taking care of me."

"How have I ever taken care of you?" Mr. Yan Hui smiled lightly.

"Mr. has broken the rules by bringing me here, so I still have to thank you sir." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Moreover, she understood that Mr. Yan Hui's care for her was all for the owner of the hairpin in her sleeve.

The old man has been dead for two years, and he can still miss him so much. To the old man, how can it be considered a kind of consolation?
And her old friend is not in Huangquan now, but is actually walking in the world, with her feet on the ground.

She didn't know how to solve this mystery.

Saying goodbye to Mr. Yan Hui, Xia Zhaoyi left Qingque Pavilion, and went to a distant inn that was also closed but never closed.

After taking a hot bath, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

………………

There are huge crowds of people outside the city gate, and everyone is waiting for the city gate to open.

Those who walk, those who carry burdens, those who lead horses, those who push carts, those who sit in sedan chairs...

The outside of the city gate was blocked and there was no wind.

When there are more people, there are more words.

A large number of people died because of the plague.

Where there was a famine, many people starved to death.

Where someone stole other people's things and was beaten to death in public, it would be useless if the government came.

……

A carriage was in the crowd, and the man in the carriage listened to the voices outside, with a faint smile on his lips.

Sitting beside him was a young woman in her eighteenth year, who looked at him and said with a smile, "Master, what are you laughing at?"

The man raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a faint smile, "It's all about troubled times, and the people are in dire straits, but look at these people, they never stop talking."

His voice was very hoarse, as if he had been ill for a long time.

"It's good to be able to talk more." The woman said.

"They don't dare to say too much," the man looked sideways at the curtains, "It's nothing more than plague and famine, and some trivial things that can't be brought up on the table. Those rebellious armies, invaders who attacked the border, they I dare not say a single word."

"That's the point of vision, you can't force them, son."

"Haha..." The man laughed, suddenly choked, and started coughing again.

The woman quickly took the handkerchief and went over: "My lord, cough slowly."

"It doesn't have to be like this," the man resisted the itching in his throat, and said calmly, "You should be used to my cough, why do you have to do this every time, you don't need to look at me as a weak person."

The woman paused for a moment, retracted her hand and nodded: "Yes, sir."

The man clenched his fists and coughed on his lips for a while before he finally calmed down.

He raised his hand to open the car curtain to let the outside wind blow in, but there were too many people, the wind that came in was cold and smelled of sweat.

He frowned and let go.

"Mother..." A little girl stared blankly at the car curtain, and gently tugged on the sleeve of the young woman beside her.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The big brother in that car looks really good-looking." The little girl said.

The young woman looked up, and many people around her also looked up.

The curtain of the car curtain had been drawn down, and the inside could not be seen clearly, only a faint cough could be heard.

The carriage is exquisite, and the curtains are made of brocade cloth. This is not an ordinary family.

The city gate finally opened, and the crowd began to walk forward, checking their credentials along the way and allowing them to pass one by one.

The little girl's eyes followed the car all the time. The man in the car was so good-looking that she felt like a fairy descended from the sky just now.

After the carriage passed the city gate, it ran directly towards the inner city, and quickly disappeared from her sight.

"It's really beautiful." The little girl murmured.

The carriage started to bump, and the man's cough improved a lot.

He raised his hand again to open the car curtain, and hung it on the built-in branch. The morning breeze outside the window was in his arms, carrying the rich steamed stuffed bun along the road.

"It's better to be in the capital city," the man said, "The people living in this capital city really cultivated blessings in their previous lives."

"I haven't seen it, son."

The man nodded and looked out the window.

There was a lot of people coming and going, and when he passed by an inn, he suddenly paused and looked at a petite figure.

The carriage hurried, and the figure flashed by.

is her?

The man froze and hurriedly shouted: "Stop."

"Master?" The woman was puzzled.

The driver slowly stopped the car.

The man lifted the curtain of the car, strode out, and looked behind after getting off the carriage.

White smoke billowed from the steamed stuffed bun shop, vegetable vendors yelled loudly, and the Eight Immortals Table by the roadside was full of plain-clothed people eating breakfast.

There is no such figure.

"Master?" The woman followed and came out, it was rare to see him like this.

As the carriage stopped, many people looked over and felt their eyes light up.

This man is so good-looking, with purple robes, black hair like satin, handsome facial features, and outstanding temperament, but it is a pity that his complexion is too pale and sick.

The coachman also looked over and shouted, "Master?"

The man paused, looked away, turned around and went back to the car.

"My lord, what's the matter?" the woman asked.

"Maybe I misread it," the man said lightly, "I thought I saw Ah Li."

The woman was taken aback: "Ali? Is that Ali? That little girl?"

"Yeah." The man replied.

(End of this chapter)