A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 41 Seeing Old Friends Again
This led to the fact that when getting married in the Northern Song Dynasty, most men and women had grown from children to adults.

The rates of infant mortality and difficult childbirth among women in the Northern Song Dynasty were relatively low.

Miss Lei has her hair styled in a hollow double-ring bun.

In addition to two hairpins, there are other silver decorations and earrings on the head.

She has long eyebrows.

Like the antennae of a silk moth, which are slender and curved.

There is also a plum blossom makeup in the middle of the forehead.

Her face was lightly rouge.

The red lips are richer and smaller.

After all, it's darker lipstick and lighter cheek makeup.

At present, Miss Lei has not grown up yet, and her cheeks are a little chubby, but she has bright eyes and white teeth, and her eyes reveal a hint of mischief.

She wore a red and white pleated skirt with white pleats, and a light pink tube top with triangular pleats, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Of course, she can't support a tube top at the moment, so she can only be called Miss Lei.

But the woman named Lei Xiao was popular in the Song Dynasty.

Miss Lei wore a light yellow shawl on her shoulders, wrapped around her arms as decoration.

The clothing style of women in the Northern Song Dynasty was not conservative.

After all, it evolved from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The clothing of women in the Song Dynasty was elegant, which was not much inferior to that of the Tang Dynasty or other dynasties.

Miss Lei quickly came out from the counter and said:

"Xiao Wuzi, quickly get some hot water and give Shi Erlang a warm soak on his feet."

"Hey."

The waiter hurried to the backyard.

Even in summer, it is comfortable to soak your feet in hot water when you are tired.

"Twelfth brother, have you eaten?"

"I set up a few tables in Lema Town and had dinner with the neighbors before I came here by boat."

Song Xuan pointed at Qu Ze standing beside him and said:
"Please, Miss Lei, prepare a room for my friend as well."

Qu Ze waved his hand:
"Shi Er Lang, I have a place to stay. If you need anything, send someone to the Confucian Temple to call me. I'm leaving now."

When only Song Xuan and Miss Lei were left, they said:
"It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet? I plan to visit your father at the mansion early tomorrow morning."

The maid Xiaoduo curled her lips.

My young lady is not sleeping so late, do you have to ask her?
Song Twelve.

He has been shameless since he was a child.

"I'm not sleepy." Miss Lei looked up at Song Xuan:
"I have nothing to do today, and I heard that Brother Twelve is coming, so I will wait for a while."

"It's over. I didn't prepare any decent gifts for you."

Miss Lei snorted lightly, and ran up to the second floor with Song Xuan in brisk steps.

When they reached the door of the guest room, Miss Lei turned around and stretched out her hand:
"I don't believe it. Hand it over quickly."

Song Xuan raised his foot, stepped into the room, and immediately pushed aside the woman who was blocking his way.

"Oh, and they light candles in advance, but that's quite expensive."

The candles of the Song Dynasty were not as precious as those from the Han Dynasty to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when beeswax was used.

They are all yellow wax extracted from the honeycomb.

When Shi Chong was competing with others for wealth, he would drink by burning candles.

Song Xuan sat directly at the table and poured himself tea. Seeing Miss Lei with her hands on her hips and looking angry, he stopped teasing her.

He pulled out some manuscripts from his sleeve and gently placed them on the round table:
"I can never fool you."

"Hmph, I knew it."

"Brother Twelve is the best to me."

Miss Lei came over cheering and jumping, and sat directly opposite Song Xuan.

The maid Xiaoduo quickly put two candle holders over for her young lady to read, and she also secretly watched at the same time.

She also loved reading the vernacular version of Dream of the Red Chamber. Song Xuan naturally couldn't remember the contents of the original Dream of the Red Chamber.

He simply restored the plot based on an old TV series.

Even though women in the Song Dynasty were open-minded, they did not close their doors.

Song Xuan sat on the chair and took off his shoes to warm his feet first.

It’s too late to take a shower and my long hair won’t dry quickly. I’ll figure it out tomorrow morning.

After the waiter had taken away all the water, Miss Lei also stood up:
"Brother Twelve, I won't disturb your rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

After saying that, she happily walked out of the room clutching the manuscript in her hand.

Early the next morning.

Song Xuan first asked the inn to pack the takeout and send it to the boat at the dock outside the city.

Then he sat alone in the hall and ate wontons and sesame cakes.

Ordinary people would just eat a steamed bun, which was formerly called a steamed bun. However, because the name of the current emperor, Zhao Zhen, sounded similar to "evaporation," it was renamed "steamed bun."

The chuibing that Wu Dalang sold was a kind of steamed bun, not a sesame cake.

After finishing his meal, Song Xuan practiced Ba Duan Jin in the yard for a while before taking a shower.

It was not until a quarter after the hour of Si that Miss Lei finished washing up and walked out of the room, still yawning.

"Good morning, Twelve Brother."

"morning."

At Song Xuan's age, he can stay up late as long as he gets a short sleep.

He pushed a bowl of bean porridge over to me and said, "It's cold now, so just use it as a snack."

"it is good."

Miss Lei was quite generous. She picked up the bowl and poured it into her mouth. She then took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth.
"Twelfth brother, let's go home."

"Walk."

Song Xuan stood up and followed Miss Lei to the Lei Mansion.

Some of Mr. Lei's businesses were in Kaifeng Prefecture, but the waters of Bianjing City were too deep. If you threw a stone at random, you would find that they were all from meritorious families and royal family members, or at worst, servants of officials.

If he goes in like this, he will easily lose all his wealth for eight generations.

Song Xuan listened to Miss Lei talking about some new things in Songcheng.

Lema Town is still too small.

There are many merchants coming and going here, and since it is the birthplace of Emperor Taizu, it naturally receives a lot of support.

It had long been upgraded to the secondary capital Nanjing (Shangqiu).

"Twelfth brother, with your talent, you should have come to Songcheng a long time ago to slap them in the face. I heard that your eldest brother is shameless and stole the poem you wrote when you were eight years old and claimed it was his own."

Miss Lei clenched her fists and said, "Bah! Even if Twelfth Brother's talent overflows, I will never give it to a poetry thief like him."

"Haha." Song Xuan pointed at himself and said:
"Miss Lei, I'm actually just a poetry thief. I don't have any talent."

"Yes, yes, brother Twelve is the best at stealing poems."

Miss Lei had a smile on her face, and she had a very strong filter for Song Xuan.

She thought others stole it from Song Xuan, but Song Xuan stole it from an immortal.

Can that be the same?

Just as the two were strolling towards Lei Mansion, there was a sudden noise on the street.

The pedestrians on the street were suddenly a little panicked, and Song Xuan hurriedly protected Miss Lei to the side.

Not far away, there were several yamen runners escorting a group of people whose hands were tied together with ropes.

Song Xuan looked at it carefully and it looked like a scoundrel hanging out with the knife-wielding ghost.

But he didn't see the surgeon Qiao Chen.

But Song Xuan saw his old acquaintance, Constable Gao, and he grabbed Constable Gao's arm:
"Constable Gao, why are you here?"

Constable Gao had a worried look on his face, but when he saw Song Xuan standing there in good health, his eyes immediately lit up, as if he had met an acquaintance.

He quickly begged, "Shi Er Lang, save me!"

(End of this chapter)