"Sister, there are many rouge shops and jade shops on this street. Girls usually love to come here." Ming Cunfu lifted the curtain to allow Jiuzhu to see the scenery on the street more clearly.
Jiuzhu leaned over and saw many young women walking together on the street. They were chatting and laughing in low voices from time to time, and the pearl flowers on their heads swayed slightly with their movements.
The men dressed as scholars bowed to the women from afar with graceful manners.
When the carriage and sedan passed by, the servants accompanying them all lowered their heads and kept quiet, and no one acted arrogantly.
A neatly dressed yamen runner with a sword hanging from his waist was patrolling the street. When he met someone he knew, he would chat with him and pick up a young child who had fallen to the ground. The little boy opened his mouth to cry, but when he saw the knife on the waist of the yamen runner, he pursed his lips, stretched out his dirty hand, and carefully touched the handle of the knife.
The yamen runner pretended not to notice the child's little action, returned the child to the adult who thanked him repeatedly, and walked into the crowd.
"The rouge has arrived."
Jiuzhu regained his composure and asked, "Are we there yet?"
"We're here." Ming Cunfu got off the carriage and extended his hand to Jiuzhu: "Come, get off."
Jiuzhu bent down and walked out of the carriage door. Just as she was about to hand her hand to Ming Cunfu, she heard the sound of horse hooves.
She tilted her head to look, and saw a handsome young man in a purple robe riding on horseback. The white horse was magnificent, and the purple robe was fluttering, just like a touch of different color, falling on this quiet street.
The horse's pace was very slow, and the young man in purple had a lazy posture, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
"Sister, what are you looking at?" Ming Cunfu followed Jiuzhu's gaze and saw a clothing store: "Are there any clothes you like?"
The young man in purple riding a white horse had already entered the alley next to him. Jiuzhu retracted his gaze: "Brother, I'm enjoying the scenery."
scene?
Ming Cunfu was stunned at first, then felt heartbroken. My cousin has been living in the mountains for many years, so she thinks that even an ordinary street in Beijing is a scene.
Touching his purse, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, I'll take you to pick out clothes. Buy whatever you like."
His family was strict and his monthly income was never well-off, so it took him a lot of effort to save this little money. There is only one sister in the family, so as her cousin, he should be more generous.
"Okay." Jiuzhu nodded and jumped off the carriage.
Ming Cunfu looked at his empty hands, then looked at his cousin who was walking happily towards the rouge shop. He secretly glanced around and sighed.
It's okay, as long as no one sees it, it's not rude.
As soon as the brother and sister walked into the rouge shop, someone came up to talk to Ming Cunfu.
"Brother Ming." This was the first time Zhou Shucheng saw Ming Cunfu take a woman out alone. He stepped forward and bowed, "Brother Lin is hosting a banquet at the other garden today. Why didn't Brother Ming go?"
"Brother Zhou." Ming Cunfu replied, "I've been busy with family matters recently and have no time to visit you. Please, Brother Zhou, apologize to Brother Lin on my behalf."
Zhou Shucheng thought about it for a moment and then understood. Ming Cunfu's father recently received an imperial order to go on an inspection tour to the south. His family was worried that he would fall behind in his studies, so they handed him over to Ming Jingzhou for discipline.
The news of Ming Jingzhou's daughter's engagement to Prince Chen has spread like wildfire. No wonder Ming Cunfu has hardly gone out in recent days.
"This girl..."
"This is my sister." Ming Cunfu smiled: "She just returned to the capital, and as her cousin, I naturally have to spend more time with her."
Zhou Shucheng responded with a smile, bowed to Ming Jiuzhu and said, "Hello, Miss Ming."
The three brothers of the Ming family have a close relationship. When the eldest brother of the Ming family was framed by a villain, the second and third brothers of the Ming family would rather be implicated and sent to jail than give up the eldest brother of the Ming family.
In the face of life and death, they can still maintain brotherhood, which is stronger than many families.
It's just that my fate is not good. In the next generation, I finally have a daughter, but she has to marry Prince Chen.
Jiuzhu felt that there was something wrong with the way this young man surnamed Zhou looked at her. It was like watching a rabbit shot by an arrow, about to be skinned and roasted.
"Take care, my lord."
Hearing the noise, Jiuzhu looked upstairs and met the eyes of a woman who was just coming down the stairs.
The woman was stunned at first, but when she saw Jiuzhu smiling at her, she slightly raised the corners of her lips and smiled back.
"Brother, I've already chosen one." The woman walked to Zhou Shucheng and bowed to the Ming brothers and sisters: "Mr. Ming, Miss Ming."
Here it comes, here it comes, that look again, as if looking at a rabbit on a barbecue grill.
After the Zhou brothers and sisters left, Jiuzhu asked Ming Cunfu in a low voice: "Brother, does the whole capital know that I was poor in the past?"
Otherwise, why would they all look at me like that?
Ming Cunfu: “…”
No, they are just sympathizing with you for marrying someone who is not normal.
"Alas." Jiuzhu sighed. If only she had met these kind-hearted people from Beijing a few years earlier, they would definitely be willing to donate money to the Taoist temple.
After picking out a few boxes of the most popular rouge, Jiuzhu followed Ming Cunfu to buy ready-made clothes.
The capital city was very prosperous, and the fabrics used to make clothes were also very fine. Ming Cunfu saw that most of the customers in the shop were female, so he went to the back to have tea and asked his maid Chunfen to accompany her to try on clothes.
The ready-made clothing shops frequented by dignitaries all have areas for male customers to rest, probably to allow male customers to wait patiently and female customers to choose clothes with peace of mind.
"You have a great figure, young lady. You'll look good in any clothes." The waitress was eloquent. Every time Jiuzhu tried on a piece of clothing, she could find different compliments to say.
"If this dress is paired with the latest style of hairpins, you will be like a fairy from the Moon Palace, fresh and elegant, descending to the mortal world." The waitress helped Jiuzhu adjust the hem of her skirt and said, "There are jewelry and jade articles for sale on the third floor. Would you like to take a look?"
"Miss, the Sixth Young Master is paying today, so you must buy more." Chunfen smiled and whispered in Jiuzhu's ear, "When the Third Young Master was in the capital, the Sixth Young Master always asked the Third Young Master to help pay the bills. You have to help the Third Young Master spend the money back."
According to the generation order of the three families, Ming Cunfu is the sixth child, and Jiuzhu's brother Ming Jiyuan is the third child. Although the brother and sister have never met, Jiuzhu has heard many stories about her brother from her parents.
"Isn't that a bit too much?" Jiuzhu said this while walking upstairs honestly.
Not many sisters would truly feel guilty about spending their brother's money.
The waitress' smile became more and more brilliant. Which waitress would complain if the customers bought too many things?
What about twined bracelets, vermilion-dyed hairpins, and jade-beaded flower crowns? Wouldn't it be lonely if there were no distinguished customers to buy them?
"Why are these hairpins and rings that your family has recently produced so tacky? Gold branches with flowers, red beads and tortoise shells, they are so tacky!"
Jiuzhu looked down at the golden flower hairpin in her hand and thought it was very beautiful. She silently turned her head to look at the young man who was speaking.
"Only this jade bracelet is acceptable."
Jiuzhu, who had not liked the jade bracelet at first, said: "..."
"Sir, these are the latest fashions." The waiter smiled and explained, "If you don't like them, we can try some other styles for you."
"What do you mean by the most fashionable? It's just that a noble in the palace likes these things recently, and people in Beijing have started to learn from them." The man sneered, with a hint of contempt in his tone, and randomly pointed at a few things: "These are all I want, I don't want anything else."
"Miss." The waitress pretended not to hear these words and asked Jiuzhu in a low voice: "Do you want to try it?"
"Okay." Jiuzhu handed the golden hairpin to the waitress and held up the bronze mirror to look at her face.
Her hair was thick and black, with a golden hairpin half hidden in it. It didn't look tacky at all, but instead looked like stars that had accidentally fallen in her hair.
The young man took the jewelry box from the waiter and turned to leave. He saw Jiuzhu looking at herself in the mirror and said, "This is so vulgar..."
Um? !
Um……
It doesn’t seem too vulgar.
"It's beautiful." Jiuzhu touched the hairpin, "I like it."
After saying that, Jiuzhu opened her eyes wide when she saw the young man who had just said that golden branches and flowers were vulgar, staring at her.
What? You think it's vulgar, but you don't allow others to buy it?
"Miss, you have good taste. This hairpin in your hair is like the cassia twigs in the Moon Palace and the white flowers in the Jade Pool." The young man came back to his senses, coughed dryly, and bowed slightly to Jiuzhu.
Jiuzhu: “…”
She spoke as if she hadn't heard what he had just said.
No wonder her two masters warned her before she came to the capital that some people in the capital were deep-minded and she should avoid talking to people she had just met.
"I am Zheng Wangnan, the eldest son of Pingyuan Marquis's Mansion. I wonder which family you are from?" Seeing that Jiuzhu did not respond, the young man took a step forward.
Pingyuan Marquis Mansion, Zheng...
Aren’t they the family members of that naughty kid who said in the palace that the imperial concubine was a witch?
Jiuzhu stood up and said, "I like vulgarity, I don't mean to disturb you, bye."
People who can't even teach their own children must have some brain problems among the adults in their family. She should stay away from them, as who knows if the brain disease will be passed on to others.
Looking at the girl's hurriedly leaving back, Zheng Wangnan actually saw a hint of her fleeing.
He turned his head to look at his attendant: "Is this prince ugly?"
"You are handsome, my lord, and look like a handsome man."
Zheng Wangnan returned to the waiter and said, "I want to buy one of the hairpins worn by the girl just now."
"Sir," the attendant reminded quietly, "Don't you think it's tacky?"
"Have you heard a saying?" Zheng Wangnan raised his eyebrows, his expression unfathomable.
"What?"
"Men are fickle."
"Really?" A lazy voice came: "Change it and show it to me."
Zheng Wangnan looked in the direction of the sound and his hands holding the jewelry box almost gave out. He couldn't help but look at the hidden room next to him. Why didn't anyone tell him that this person was in the hidden room?
"Just now I heard you complain about the preferences of the nobles in the palace." The purple-robed young man played with the whip in his hand and sat lazily on the chair: "I wonder which noble in the palace has such a preference that makes Prince Zheng so dissatisfied?"
"I didn't know Your Highness was here. I am sorry for being rude." Zheng Wangnan bowed deeply.
"Yeah." The purple-robed man nodded slightly: "Don't blame you, blame me for being here. Unfortunately, I'm in a bad mood today and can't stand other people saying tacky things."
The purple-robed man threw the whip onto the table. "What's your full name?"
Zheng Wangnan gritted his teeth. He was the cousin of the King of Qi and the eldest son of Marquis Pingyuan. There was no way that the King of Chen would not know his name. This move was just a way to humiliate him.
"Forget it." The purple-robed man stood up and said, "Even if you tell me the name, I can't remember it."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Wangnan, whose shoulders were shaking slightly, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Don't be afraid, I am always tolerant of mediocre people."
Zheng Wangnan trembled even more violently.
The last person you "forgave" is still moving stones on the outskirts of the city.
Do you think I will believe your lies?
impossible!
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