Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 812

"Girl, I have something to ask you, so you can answer." Qinmei said to the little servant girl, and then turned to Huan Shisanniang to reply: "Girl, I just asked the shopkeeper. She has been in the shop for several years, and she knows almost all kinds of jewelry, so feel free to ask her anything. If you don’t understand, the shopkeeper will come over in person. The shopkeeper also said that he knows that the girl is quiet, so he won’t bother her. "

Huan Shisanniang gave a faint "hmm", and waved to Axia with a smile: "Come here, I'll ask you a few things." She stopped talking, and smiled softly at Qinmei: "Go outside Well, when there are too many people in the room, I feel so bored."

Qinmei knew that she was weak and could not stand the smell of crowds, so she agreed and walked out of the door.

The girl from Zhenbaofang named Axia stepped forward, bowed down and bowed to Shisanniang Huan, her expression and behavior were quite proper.

Huan Shisanniang looked her up and down, then called her closer and started talking to her in a casual manner.

Qinmei, who was guarding the door, listened attentively, but heard that the conversations in it were nothing more than "what is the craftsmanship of this jade bracelet", "the one with gold inlaid with jade has a smaller size", etc. Nothing surprising.

Axia stayed in the private room for less than a moment, then she bowed her body and retreated out, and Shisanniang Huan whispered through the curtain: "Come in, I've chosen."

Qinmei and the others hurriedly entered the room to serve, and they also hurriedly called the shopkeeper to wrap up the jewelry. As for that Axia, she was just a lowly servant girl, even a good citizen is also lowly, who would care about it? where did she go
Axia is also diligent. After serving Shisanniang Huan, she was assigned by the shopkeeper to clean another private room. By the way, she also cleaned the third floor until late in the evening. Just came out of Zhenbaofang, patted the dust on his body, and blended into the crowd of Deshengmen Street.

When He Yunxiao came out of Zangfeng Pavilion, the sky was already getting dark.

The setting sun casts the afterglow, stretching the shadows of trees and people extremely long. Under the golden red sunset, there is a lot of laughter and chatter all over the street.

He Yunxiao walked slowly on the street, with a relaxed and relaxed expression on his face, like a passerby wandering.

At this moment, he is no longer dressed as a servant of a wealthy family, but is wearing the clothes of a commoner, with short brown on his top and a tight hakama on his bottom. The soap boots on his feet are also half-worn and stained with dust.

No matter in terms of gait or appearance, He Yunxiao looked very ordinary, and no one even gave him a second look when walking on the street.

He rolled up his cuffs and walked slowly on the noisy Deshengmen Street. When he passed a certain fork in the road, a young man ran out from nowhere and bumped into him, causing him to stumble backwards. took a few steps

That Xiaolang seemed to know that he was wrong, he didn't speak after the collision, just wiped his head and ran away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye
He Yunxiao rubbed his stomach, as if he had been hit quite painfully, and seeing that Xiaolang was gone, he spat on the ground angrily, yelling bad luck, and the people resting next to him sent out kind words laughter.

This is just the most common scene in street scenes. People have seen it, laughed it off, and forgotten it.

After brushing off the ashes on his body, He Yunxiao continued to move forward, walked westward all the way out of the street, passed through several famous streets, found an unremarkable car shop and hired a bullock cart, and then walked leisurely. After walking for about half an hour in the car, he got out of the car when he arrived at Wendu Square in the west of the city.

It is time for dinner, and there are not many pedestrians in Wendu Square.

He walked to the corner of a narrow alley, pulled out a tightly folded note from his sleeve, and looked at it with a frown.

This was given to him by the young man who bumped into him just now.

That Xiaolang is actually a girl who works as a day laborer in Zhenbaofang. Her name is Axia. She was secretly bought a few years ago and is responsible for delivering news.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and the western sky showed a beautiful dark color, with sparse stars flickering among the clouds, and the metropolis, which was just lit up, stood on the edge of the night.

He Yunxiao put away the note and stepped into the narrow alley.

The west of the city was originally a place where common people lived, and it became more and more desolate as it went west, and the roads he walked were mostly small roads, gradually becoming less populated, while trees and grass became denser.

After walking for another stick of incense, he stopped and looked up into the distance.

Under the dark blue sky, there is a vague shadow embedded, which looks like a temple.

He stared at the direction of the temple, his expression remained unchanged, but his pace quickened a lot, and he arrived at the gate of the temple not long after.

It was a long-abandoned Town God's Temple, with crumbling walls and crumbling beams.

At this moment, in the dilapidated ruins, there was a person standing with his hands behind his back.

It was a man in a black dress, with a burden on his back, a cloth scarf on his face, lifeless brows and eyes exposed outside, a faint luster on his temples, and a gray and quiet breath from his whole body.

"I've seen Yun Zong." As soon as He Yunxiao appeared, the man immediately bowed to salute, with a very respectful tone.

He Yunxiao gave a faint "hmm" and looked down at him: "You came early?"

"Yes, I dare not let Yun Zong wait for a long time." The man said respectfully, still bowing.

A satisfied look flashed across He Yunxiao's face, and he raised his hand: "Get up, don't be so polite in front of me."

After the man got up, he still kept his gaze downcast, and said respectfully: "What happened last time was thanks to Yunzong's efforts."

He Yunxiao heard the words, his expression darkened, he shook his head and said: "It's not a big deal, I still know two people in the palace." After speaking, he sighed: "It's a pity that the time is not up to me. If it fails, Qinghuan and the crown prince are both separated."

"That's already very good, at least those old people we left in the palace can still come in handy. The gentleman is very satisfied." The man said, his voice sounded a bit weird without any ups and downs, "Besides, our The other plan has also been accomplished, and now the situation is exactly what you want, my lord can stay dormant here, so as not to cause criticism. Besides, that one actually came up with the idea of ​​Qinghuan's marriage, and even wanted to go to Huan's house Sairen, this move is really abominable. Mr. said, thanks to Yun Zong's help, that one is now divorced from Madam, and his intentions may come to nothing, Yun Zong really helped a lot."

In a few words, he recounted everything that happened before.

He Yunxiao was not in a hurry to reply, but his eyes stopped on the slightly frosted temples of the masked man, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he sighed, "Ah Lie, so you...are old too. .”

(End of this chapter)