"Yes, we have it in Qingyao Pavilion. Sir, you have spent two hundred gold here. I can find someone to take you there."
Xie Ling nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, shopkeeper."
When we arrived in Shengjing, it was noon and the sky was bright.
Beyond the high city walls, the bustling noise of Shengjing could be heard from afar.
Xie Ling lifted the curtain of the car and saw that the streets were neat and wide, all paved with white marble.
There are no random street vendors. The buildings on both sides are magnificent and splendid. Beyond the eaves, you can see the endless towering city walls.
There was a crowd of people on the long street, singing and dancing in the music hall, and the sound of the pipa.
In the teahouse, scholars were writing calligraphy and chatting about the country.
The Spring River runs through the city, and the surface of the water is filled with pleasure boats.
On the sloping bridge, young people walked hand in hand, with red sleeves waving all over the building.
A poem emerged in Xie Ling's mind.
The palace gates of the Nine Heavens were opened, and people from all nations dressed in formal attire to pay homage to the crown.
If there is a prosperous and peaceful era, it should be like this.
After getting off the carriage, Xie Ling discovered that there were even guards with long swords on the streets, with serious faces, patrolling again and again.
Xie Ling glanced at the address Lu Linglong had given her, and then stopped someone on the side of the road and asked, "Uncle, where is Shenwu Street?"
The old man looked at Xie Ling and said enthusiastically: "You are not from Shengjing, right? Come on. I'll take you there!"
Xie Ling originally wanted to say, "Just tell me where it is and I'll go there myself," but she couldn't resist the old man's enthusiasm.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he walked in front and waved at Xie Ling, "Hurry up, young man."
Xie Ling followed the old man and didn't know how long she had walked before she saw a vermilion palace gate standing tall in the distance. The palace walls stretched endlessly, and the glazed tiles shone coldly in the sunlight.
The old man pointed to the long and wide street leading to the palace gate and said, "This is Shenwu Street. Young man, are you the doctor who came to reveal the imperial edict?"
Xie Ling didn't bother to explain, she just smiled and nodded, "Yeah, yes."
The old man pointed to the crowded area ahead and said, "That's it. There are a lot of people. Don't get squeezed out, young man. I'm leaving first."
After thanking him, Xie Ling walked straight ahead. This Shenwu Street was very wide and the palace gate could be seen from afar.
Walking in it, you feel very small. All around are officials' mansions. Two stone lions stand at the door of every house. The green tiles and white walls are very elegant.
Xie Ling walked and looked at each mansion.
The address Lu Linglong gave at that time was No. 1 Shenwu Street.
There is a jade plaque with the house number written on it hanging in front of every door here.
"Number 4, number 3, number 2..."
Walking in front of No. 2, Xie Ling opened her eyes wide.
The front was empty, there was no mansion anymore, only a towering palace wall.
"Who's in front? This is the residence of Duke Anguo, all outsiders, please leave!"
An angry shout came from behind, and Xie Ling turned her head to look. In front of the green door, there stood a man dressed as a butler, staring at her with a bad face.
Xie Ling cupped his hands and said, "I have no intention of staying here. I am just looking for someone. May I ask where is No. 1 Shenwu Street?"
The housekeeper rolled his eyes and snorted, "Our Anguogong Mansion is so noble, but it's still number two. If you really want to find number one, you can only look for it there."
After the butler finished speaking, he pointed in the direction of the palace.
At this moment, he had completely regarded Xie Ling as a swindler and asked viciously, "Are you leaving or not?"
Xie Ling frowned, turned and left.
The people from the Anguo Mansion were too overbearing. She had only been standing at the door for a moment when she was driven away like this.
Thinking of the address given by Lu Linglong, Xie Ling got a headache again.
No. 1 Shenwu Street, but there is no No. 1 at all.
Could it be that it is really in the palace as the butler said?
But which prince or princess can stay out of the palace for so long?
Lu Wuji and Lu Linglong stayed with them on Qingshan Mountain for more than half a month.
Xie Ling threw this idea away again.
His brother and sister were both of noble bearing and elegant clothes; they were definitely not ordinary people.
He should be the son of an official living near Shenwu Street.
As Xie Ling walked, she unknowingly arrived at the foot of the imperial city.
There was a huge crowd of people ahead.
Xie Ling stood on tiptoe and glanced over the countless heads.
Rows of bright yellow brocade cloths were pasted on the palace walls, each with a golden dragon pattern carved on it, and written in neat official script: "In compliance with the emperor's order, we are looking for a miracle doctor to cure Princess Zhaodi of Wei's illness..."
Xie Ling bypassed the cumbersome emcee documents and looked directly at the last row.
"The reward is 10,000 taels of silver and gold, and the King of Yong will add another 90,000 taels, a total of 100,000 taels of gold! And he will also be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
Xie Ling’s eyes widened. Wow, one hundred thousand taels!
Who is this Prince Yong? He is even richer than the emperor and spent 90,000 taels at once!
What shocked Xie Ling the most was the title of nobility.
You know, in ancient times only those who had served the emperor well or made important contributions to the country could be granted the title of nobility.
The news she learned a few days ago in Tonghua City was that it was worth 10,000 taels of gold, but she didn't expect that it would increase to 100 taels in just a few days, and she would be made a marquis?
Could it be that the little princess is dying and there is no cure, so the emperor is so anxious?
There was a hustle and bustle ahead, with people talking a lot, but no one dared to take down the notice.
Are there any restrictions?
Xie Ling read it again, and sure enough, she saw a row of small characters at the bottom of the imperial edict.
"If there are mediocre people who accidentally reveal the imperial edict and delay the princess's treatment, they will be executed on the spot!"
Well, if the patient cannot be cured, he will be executed. Who would dare to expose it?
"You don't even know who King Yong is?"
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