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Chapter 387 0383 [Are the officials here to entertain me? 】

Outside the old Fengqiu Gate in the inner city, there is a Tushizi.

The first cross street to the north of Tushizi is called Wengershi, and on the east and west sides, there are two alleys called Jier Lane.

These two alleys are famous in Tokyo because they are full of brothels.

Many old Kaifeng residents are still confused as to whether it was called Ji'er Lane because of the cluster of brothels, or whether it was Ji'er Lane that existed first and was later moved to Tuduo brothels.

All I know is that this Ji'er Lane is a gold-selling cave where people are looking for flowers and willows.

How many brothels are there?

Starting from the first day of the new year, if you change one store a day, it will take you two and a half years to visit them all.

Moreover, the two alleys are quite different.

Xijier Lane is mainly open for business.

The kind where you pay money at the door, take off your clothes and grind soy milk...

Dongjier Lane, on the other hand, is much more high-end. Performing arts is the main business, and prostitution is just an add-on.

Everyone in the museum is proficient in playing chess, calligraphy, painting, and the Four Books and Five Classics.

They are all like ladies, participating in various poetry gatherings and going on outings from time to time.

After Master Li came out of Fanlou, he settled in Dongjier Lane. There was an endless stream of visitors every day, all of them were princes, nobles, talented people and wealthy businessmen.

at dusk.

In the third alley on the left side of Dongjier Lane, a door quietly opened half a crack, and half a head poked out.

He looked around for a moment, saw that the alley was empty, and quickly retreated.

In the elegant and unique courtyard, a beautiful and dignified young woman asked: "Your Majesty, how is it?"

This woman is none other than Zhao Huan's queen, Zhu Lian.

Although Zhao Huan also left his ministers and ran away, he was not as cruel as his father, and he took Empress Zhu and a pair of children with him.

Zhao Huan shook his head and replied: "I don't know yet, I have to wait a little longer."

Zhu Lian frowned: "I am worried that if you stay in the city for too long, Han Zhen will find that your Majesty is not in the palace and will send troops to search from house to house."

"But if you go out rashly, the risk of getting caught is even greater."

Zhao Heng's words made Zhu Lian silent for a while, his brows filled with sadness.

"Dad, Roujia is so hungry."

Princess Roujia, who was only six years old, raised her little face.

Seeing his daughter's pitiful appearance, Zhao Huan couldn't help but feel sad.

As the eldest princess of Zhao Song, she didn't even have to eat now.

He escaped in a hurry. Although he brought a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, he did not dare to go out to buy food.

Nowadays, people in the city are in panic. Apart from rice shops, there are no small traders or hawkers.

This house was built by his father for the convenience of looking for flowers and flowers.

There are several secret passages leading outside the city in Gen Yue, but Zhao Huan did not dare to go there.

"Roujia will bear with it a little longer."

Zhao Huan touched his daughter's head and comforted her warmly.

Suddenly, a female conversation came from the alley outside the courtyard.

It's just that it's a little far away, so I can't hear it clearly.

Zhao Huan encouraged: "Queen, go and ask."

He was afraid of being recognized, but Zhu Lian didn't worry so much. She was from Kaifeng Xiangfu.

Since she became the Crown Princess, she has been living in the palace for a long time. Except for the familiar relatives of the emperor and important officials in the court, no one else recognizes her.

"That's... okay."

Zhu Lian bit his lip and finally nodded in agreement.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked out.

The alley was deserted. Only a few dozen steps away, two women were talking, each with a maid behind them.

When they heard the door open, the two women turned their heads with picturesque expressions on their faces, which made me feel pity for them.

He is not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

In fact, for brothel masters like them, the golden period of their career is only two or three years. After twenty, they are no longer so popular.

"This sister is a bit unfamiliar."

After looking Zhu Lian up and down, one of the women looked surprised.

She wasn't surprised when Zhu Lian moved in, but she was surprised by his age.

Her appearance is beautiful, her temperament is also very good, she is dignified and elegant, and exudes a sense of wealth, but the problem is that no matter how you look at her, she is already in her mid-twenties.

Could it be that the trend in the capital has changed recently?

Princes and nobles, are you starting to enjoy this?

"I...I, I just moved from Xiangfu some time ago. I planned to pay a visit to all the sisters, but I never thought that the Jin people would call."

Zhu Lian felt bitter in his heart, thinking that she was a queen, but now she had to be treated like a sister to a group of prostitutes.

"That's the truth."

The two women nodded suddenly.

Zhu Lian glanced at the rice bags in the arms of the two maids and asked quickly: "I wonder where the two sisters bought their food?"

A woman replied: "In the Huangjia Rice Shop in Wenger City, the price is 30% lower than usual."

Zhu Lian asked again: "May I ask my sister, how is the city?"

Another woman said: "It's settled for the time being. Those Qiu Ba look fierce, but they are reasonable and have not harassed me. If my sister wants to buy food, don't worry."

Hearing this, Zhu Lian asked the question he was most concerned about: "Can I leave the city? I want to go back to Xiangfu's hometown to have a look."

"Okay, but I heard that the interrogation will be stricter."

"Thank you two sisters."

Zhu Lian was so happy that he knelt down and performed the Wanfu ceremony.

The two women hurriedly returned the gift and said enthusiastically: "Sister, if you are free, you can come and find our naughty boy."

"Okay."

Zhu Lian responded casually.

After returning to the courtyard and closing the door, Zhao Huan hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

Zhu Lian lowered his voice and said: "You can leave the city, but it is said that the interrogation will be stricter."

"It's good to be able to leave the city, but it requires some planning." Zhao Huan was overjoyed.

"Your Majesty, why don't I go buy some rice and cook it back? Chen'er and Roujia are both starving."

After all, Zhu Lian felt sorry for his child. He hadn't eaten a grain of rice since yesterday.

Zhao Huan dissuaded him and said, "I'll go."

Zhu Lian was surprised and said: "Your Majesty, are you not afraid of being recognized?"

"How can I hide all the time? I have to escape. I just happened to buy rice and give it a try." Zhao Huan himself was starving, so he just did what he said.

He took off his Shu brocade robe and put on a worn-out Confucian robe, dressing up as a down-and-out scholar.

Such scholars can be found everywhere in Tokyo.

It's just that he was born fair and fair, and one look at him showed that he had been pampered all year round and had nothing to do with being in abjection.

After Zhu Lian looked at it for a while, he said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment."

After that, she hurried into the back room.

After a while, he took out a bunch of rouge and gouache and smeared it on Zhao Huan's face and the back of his hands.

Soon, Zhao Huan turned into a sallow-looking scholar.

Coupled with the dim light in the evening, if you weren't an acquaintance, you wouldn't be able to recognize him at first glance.

"I'm going!"

Zhao Huan took a deep breath, his expression solemn and solemn, as if he was about to rush to the battlefield.

With tears flashing in Zhu Lian's eyes, he warned: "Your Majesty, be careful."

"Ok!"

Zhao Huan nodded solemnly, opened the courtyard door and went out.

All the way out of the alley, not long after walking out of Dongjier Lane, I bumped into a man wearing a Confucian robe.

Seeing him coming out of Ji'er Lane, smelling of rouge and gouache, the scholar looked strange and said with a cupped hand: "My friend is really in a good mood. At this time, he doesn't forget to be chic. I admire him so much." "

"hehe."

Zhao Heng lowered his head, cupped his hands with a smile, and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, the scholar didn't care, but looked at the location of Ji'er Lane.

After pondering for a moment, he clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "Wow! There is no business at the moment. There is no chance that the sisters will lower the price. Isn't it a good time to look for flowers and ask for help?"

Thinking of this, the scholar chuckled and strode towards Ji'er Lane.

Zhao Heng was a quiet person by nature. He didn't leave the palace for a long time and couldn't remember the way clearly.

After walking around in circles for a while, I finally found the Huangjia Rice Shop in Wenger City.

At this moment, business in the rice shop is booming, and people continue to come to buy rice.

Because it was still 30% lower than usual, many people decided to buy more and hoard it at home.

Zhao Huan lowered his head, fearing that he would be recognized, and feeling extremely uneasy.

Just when he was at a loss, a waiter came forward and said, "Buying rice?"

"Yeah."

Zhao Huan nodded hurriedly.

The waiter asked: "How much rice do you want to buy?"

what?

Zhao Huan was stunned.

Why are there different types of rice?

Zhao Huan hesitated and said: "This... is just the rice we usually eat."

The waiter looked him up and down, saw that he was wearing shabby clothes, and then said, "That's corn. How much do you want to buy?"

"Five...eight fights!"

How could Zhao Huan know this? He casually mentioned a number.

The waiter stretched out his hand and said, "Sincerity is one thousand one hundred and twenty cents."

"it is good."

Zhao Huan took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it over.

Looking at the white money in the other person's hand, the waiter frowned and said, "Is the official just here to entertain me?"

How can anyone buy corn with money?

This is the city of Tokyo. Otherwise, in another county, if a down-and-out scholar buys rice with silver, the store owner will probably report it to the official immediately.

Zhao Huan hurriedly waved his hands, with a pleading tone in his voice: "It's not just for fun, I'm waiting for food to save my life at home, please hurry up."

Seeing that although he was poorly dressed, he had an excellent temperament and did not look like a sneaky person. The waiter said nothing, took the silver, cut off a small piece with scissors, and started weighing it in front of him.

It's not convenient to buy things with money now.

Not only do you have to cut and weigh the silver, but you also have to convert the price.

This is one of the reasons why green money is so popular in Tokyo.

It's so convenient, just take it as much as you need, and the denomination is clearly written on it.

After working for a while, the waiter placed eight small sacks in front of him and said, "It's a lot of weight. Please walk slowly."

Looking at the bags of corn, Zhao Huan was immediately dumbfounded.

There were so many eight bushels of corn. If he had known it, he would have bought less.

Seeing the waiter staring at him, Zhao Huan did not dare to stay for a long time, so he picked up the sack and left.

"I'm so stupid from reading that I don't know how to carry a carrying pole with me."

Watching his leaving figure, the man sneered.

It's just that he has always been so pampered that he can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands. He only walked for a short distance and was out of breath from exhaustion.

Walking and resting along the way, the streets of hundreds of steps lasted for a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, there was a sound of neat and loud footsteps behind him.

Zhao Huan turned around and saw a group of Xuanjia troops approaching.

For a moment, he was horrified, picked up the corn and ran away.

Before he could take two steps, the two sacks in his arms fell to the ground.

Zhao Huan ignored this and continued running.

"stop!"

There was a loud shout from behind.

Zhao Huanru was struck by lightning, and he was so frightened that he froze in place, and his calves could not help shaking.

Zhao Huan turned his head and asked tremblingly: "What's the matter, Master Jun?"

"The food fell!"

A Qingzhou soldier stepped forward and picked up two sacks on the ground.

Zhao Huanqiang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just give it to the military master."

"What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person!"

The Qingzhou Army suddenly became unhappy and stepped forward quickly, patted the sack heavily in his arms and warned: "Go back quickly, the curfew is about to begin!"

"I'll go back right away."

Zhao Huan nodded hurriedly and continued walking with the food in his arms.

After walking for a while, he saw that the Qingzhou army had arrived. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. His whole body was completely soaked in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)