Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Madam can’t eat much, Xu Sijia…
Yunqu is very far away, and it would take ten days for a carrier pigeon to arrive.
After writing the letter in secret code and sealing it before flying, Jing Ji knelt down and explained to Prince An, "During the Autumn Hunt, Song Siyun fell off a cliff and all her fingers were broken. It took her a month to grow some flesh back. Now, with only two weeks to go, how could she have the skills to make her nail polish?"
Having said that, he sneered again, "This shows that Yun Wanqiao must have lied. She never met Song Siyun at the Gu Mansion! Moreover, Yun Qu reported yesterday that the smuggling of tribute tea was discovered by the Inspection Office. Although they took timely measures to remedy the situation, a small inspector still escaped..."
Jing Ji narrowed his eyes, rubbing his fingertips, his eyes full of fierceness: "Godfather, I don't bet ten thousand, just to be safe."
On the main throne, Prince An lowered his eyes and twirled his thumb ring, staring at the scar on his palm for a long time before he smiled and said, "Ji'er is really thoughtful."
He then looked at Feng Yichen, who had been kneeling below, and said with a half-smile, "Minister Feng, you must learn from Ji'er and be more careful in the future. After all, the position of Minister of Revenue cannot tolerate any carelessness."
"Yes, yes. I will be extremely careful next time."
Feng Yichen kowtowed repeatedly to admit his mistake. Seeing that Prince An's expression had eased a little, he remembered something and knelt down to remind him softly, "Your Highness, Song Siyun is, after all, the wife of Gu Yanzhou and the youngest daughter of the Grand Tutor. Moreover, Li Wenxu is over there. If he sees..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Prince An opened his eyes slightly, fiddled with his ring, and asked calmly, "Just don't let him see it, right?"
Feng Yichen, who was kneeling below, felt a chill on his neck. His heart trembled, but he smiled apologetically.
Li Wenxu was the consort of Prince An's younger sister, Princess Jining! When Prince An left the capital, Princess Jining should have left with him if she hadn't already been engaged.
With this blood relationship, he...
The more I thought about it, the colder my heart became, and the lower I lowered my head.
Many plots were being planned within Prince An's mansion, each one a life-threatening one. The stars and moon were visible, but the people themselves were invisible. At this moment, Song Siyun, the victim of numerous plots, was struggling with the dry biscuit in his hand.
The dry biscuits we had on the road were only meant to fill our stomachs. Not only were they cold, but they were also very thick, making them taste like pebbles, and every bite made my back teeth ache.
It's harsh on the teeth and tasteless.
He stared at the pancake in anger for a long time, wanting to throw it away to vent his anger, but his stomach was rumbling and there was nothing to eat. He could only swallow a few hasty bites, but when he was really full of anger, he simply wrapped himself in a blanket and went to sleep, holding his anger.
On the other side, Qingfeng saw this and took out a charcoal pencil and wrote down in secret code: It is the Double Ninth Festival. Madam has little food to eat because she misses her husband and family.
He quickly put down his pen, rolled it up, stuffed it into the carrier pigeon, and with a wave of his hand, flew towards Kyoto.
"master."
Inside the Gu Mansion, Ling Feng came in holding a pigeon, its snow-white feathers stained red with blood.
Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes, glanced at the mailbox, and asked in a cold voice: "Have you cracked it?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a translated secret letter lying in Ling Feng's palm.
He took it, then handed it to the candle beside him. Amidst the crimson flames, the man spoke, "Send a message to Qingfeng..."
The cold nights are long. I didn’t notice them in the past, but recently I suddenly feel that the autumn nights are getting longer and longer...
Time wasn't passing as quickly as it used to. He usually felt that time was too short and insufficient, and when he finished his official duties it was already late at night, and he had only a short rest before he had to get up and go to court again.
But now, no matter how many things he had to do, Gu Yanzhou still felt that time was running out. Before dusk, he would have no more work to do.
He looked around the huge Ruixue Pavilion but could not find anything interesting.
After a moment of silence, he had to return to the study.
It was September 20th when I received another letter from Qingfeng regarding his daily life from the 10th to the 15th.
After a careful examination, he put it away in the drawer under the table along with the others. The man sitting at the table raised his eyes and stared at the swing in the courtyard outside the window for a long time before he picked up his pen and wrote.
But the ink had dried for a long time and he still didn't send it out.
The carrier pigeon waiting by the table tilted its head, apparently not understanding.
He slowly opened the drawer and folded his writing inside...
After twenty days of travel, we finally saw the shadow of Yunqu County.
As Song Siyun squatted by the stream to change the dressing, he kept the gauze from the previous two days, washed it, put on the new dressing, and then wrapped it with the old gauze. He then dusted himself off and stood up, "Let's go."
The two men led their horses into the city separately and acted according to their plans.
At dusk, another person was thrown out of the largest casino in Yunqu County.
This man had gauze wrapped around his ten fingers, and he must be a habitual gambler.
He didn't seem annoyed when thrown out. He dusted himself off, jumped up, pointed at the casino plaque and cursed: "Bah! What do you mean by 'No. 1 Gambling House in the World'? I think it's the 'No. 1 Turtle in the World'. I came here excitedly, but you guys look down on me because I have no money. I have no money now, but if you let me gamble with you, won't I have money? I think you guys just can't afford to lose."
"A filthy thing that crawled out of a toilet, spewing feces from its mouth!"
A burly-backed, broad-waisted man raised a long stick and retorted, "You're a habitual cheater! All ten of your fingers have been chopped off, and you still want to gamble? This is a legitimate gambling house. We all play fairly and justly. We won't tolerate idiots like you!"
Finally, he raised his stick and threatened: "If you come in again, I'll break your legs!"
The skinny guy who was planning to take advantage of the situation was caught red-handed. He was picked up and faced the big man's fierce eyes.
The man chuckled, turned around and ran away. Seeing that no one was chasing him, he ran back and threatened: "Why are you so fierce? One day when I have money, I will chase you away first!"
Such shameless boasting made everyone laugh. But the skinny guy was so angry that his face turned red. He pushed the yellowed gauze into their faces and said shamelessly: "You don't believe it, right? Just wait, when I close this deal, you two will be begging me for food!"
"Okay." The big man doubled over with laughter and asked sarcastically, "Then where is this boss's house? Do you need me to take you back?"
"No need. I live far away and I'm afraid you'll get lost."
"I'm afraid you're living under the west bridge and are too ashamed to face people? Hahahaha." The big man exposed the lie without any dignity, and his words were full of sarcasm. He didn't stop until the skinny monkey was so ashamed that he ran away.
In the alley, Song Siyun leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, his eyes full of cunning, without a trace of shame.
Listening to the noise outside the alley, a look of pride appeared on the corner of his lips.
Before tomorrow, the news of a poor gambler with all ten fingers broken and who boasted shamelessly would spread throughout Yunqu County.
By then, who would dare to say that she has no identity?
Song Siyun smiled and walked towards the tribute tea garden with his hands behind his back.
When he arrived at the tea garden gate, he looked at everyone with his chin down and said, "Call out your garden owner. I have a big business deal to discuss with him."
"Where did this beggar come from? Go away, get out of here."
The doorman on duty dismissed the beggar with disdain, but the beggar's face suddenly changed. He pointed at his nose and shouted, "Tens of millions of silver and gold, you can afford to pay for the delay!"
"What are you bragging about? You're just a poor beggar?" Although he said this, he hesitated and didn't chase the man away.
The other doorman was clever enough to go in and pass on the message. A steward came out to greet them a moment later.
The steward didn't judge people by their clothes. After asking a few polite questions, he suddenly changed his expression and waved his sleeves to tell her to get out.
Song Siyun was stunned.
No one in Beijing changes their attitude so quickly, right?
She stomped the floor angrily and went to Fulai Tea House...
"There was indeed a richly dressed person who met with the gambler. I only heard her say through the door, 'Can you really get Dingshan tea? I will stay here for four more days at most. If you can't get it, it will not be your turn when there is business in the future.' Later, she went to the gambling house again, was chased back, and then sneaked into the backyard of the inn to sleep." After following her for a day, the housekeeper reported the truth.
The owner of the garden was sitting in the main seat. Upon hearing this, he slowly raised his eyes, leaned forward, and asked suspiciously, "So, that gambler really has connections?"
After a long while of tea-drinking, he muttered, "Zhao Ping, do you think this person... can be trusted?"
Zhao Ping walked forward, stroking his goatee, and whispered in her ear:
"With the floods this year, not only are we stuck with our freight, but it's also going to get moldy if it's delayed! And the higher-ups are pressing for money! I heard from that gambler that a well-known gambler in the area was kicked out of the gambling den this morning."
"You mean... credible?"
Seeing the people around him wavering, Zhao Ping narrowed his eyes and continued to persuade them, "Even if we're discovered, we can just say it was that gambler who got greedy and broke into the garden to steal tea and resell it. It has nothing to do with us. Besides, isn't that master still here? He can handle the inspection, so what are we afraid of?"
The owner of the garden lowered his eyes, his expression expressionless.
The boiling water in the teacup rose and fell, the emerald green tea leaves curled and swayed, and the instructions from above surfaced in my mind...
After a while, he raised his eyes and ordered, "Keep an eye on her."
"Yes." Zhao Ping responded and retreated.
The two had a good idea, but they didn't expect the gambler to be impatient. Since this approach didn't work, they took a different approach and went to the tea vendor to buy fake tea.
The tea vendor had been pestered by her for two days and was at his wit's end. He said something rather unkind: "You are ridiculous! I haven't even tasted Dingshan tea, so how can I imitate its taste? You are crazy."
"What's more, don't you know that selling fake tea will bring you punishment from heaven?" He glanced at it with disdain and avoided it with his carrying pole as if avoiding the plague.
Song Siyun stood there, scratching her face and grinning awkwardly, but in her heart she was cursing the person behind her for not coming out yet. She really couldn't take it anymore!
He continued to perform a one-man show for a long time, and when he was about to forge Dingshan tea, Zhao Ping jumped out.
He was alone, without any guards. He clamped her hand and shouted, "You bastard, how dare you tarnish the reputation of Gongcha? Wait until I capture you and take you back to see what the owner of the garden will do to you!"
Song Siyun originally wanted to go to the tea garden, so she cooperated with him in acting. She struggled a few times with a "ouch" sound, and then reluctantly followed him to the tribute tea garden.
Led by the housekeeper, after winding through many turns and entering the courtyard, the man finally let go. His goatee was parted by his laughter, and he looked malicious.
"Young lady, please come in. The owner of the garden has been waiting inside for a long time."
He pretended to be ignorant and looked around with a look of fear and treacherous behavior. Finally, he tiptoed in.
The next moment, the door creaked open.
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, Song Siyun turned around and tried to pull it, but it didn't move at all.
The door was locked.
He slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the group table, narrowing his eyes slightly.
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The author has something to say: There are a lot of plots in these two chapters, and they are all key plots. Please be patient, the couple will soon be in love [Drop-eared rabbit head][Drop-eared rabbit head]
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