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Chapter 63-Tortoiseshell
The handmaid who contacted the killer gave Xie Yao a reply two days later.
"Miss, you have news for the killer who let your slave and maid contact me." The maid stood in front of Xie Yao, her face was nothing but uneasy and uneasy fear.
"What did they say over there?"
"The person at the joint said that there is no killer in the capital."
"What do you mean?!" Xie Yao shook her hand and almost drew her eyebrows crooked. She lowered her eyebrows and said blankly, "They don't want to pick it up?"
"A few months ago, there were several assassinations in the capital. The court ordered a thorough investigation. The killers fled and were caught. The killer organization was wiped out by the court. The remaining few fish that slipped through the net felt that there was no future for them. She changed her career and went to do something else.โ The maidservant kept speaking quieter and quieter. She was afraid that Xie Yao would get angry and could not control her instinct to take a step back.
Xie Yao recalled that a few months ago, she had indeed heard the news of the assassination in Beijing. She glanced at the terrified maidservant: "That assassin named Wusan may be contacted?"
The maid shook her head: "The joint person said that May San may have been killed a long time ago. I haven't heard from him for several months."
"I understand." Xie Yao thought blankly. Since God wants Hua Liuli to live for a few more days, she will endure it for a few more days. When her father enters Beijing, she will think of other ways.
"It's really hard to make money." Although it was not summer, Wu Shan was already wearing a cardigan and sitting in front of the stall to greet the guests.
"Boss, there are only two slices of mutton in your mutton noodles. The next door is two slices more meat than you, and itโs a penny cheaper." A customer held a bowl of noodles and complained dissatisfied, "You canโt do business like this.
"Not too young?" The woman who was wiping the table picked up the knife on the table and walked to the guest.
"If you have something to say, don't use the knife." The guest was shocked.
"Heh." The woman sneered, and saw a flash of light from the knife and two slurs. The two slices of mutton spread on the noodles instantly turned into more than ten slices of the same size and evenly sprinkled on the noodles.
"A dozen slices of meat, is that enough?" The woman put the knife on the chopping board again, her eyes sharp.
"Enough, enough." The guest shrank his neck in fright, picked up his chopsticks and ate his head down. When paying the bill, he gave the female boss a thumbs up and said: "The boss is a good knife."
Wu Shan put the copper plate paid by the customer into the drawer and silently added a spoonful of hot water to the pot.
As the sun gets hotter and less customers eating noodles, Wu Shan took a seat on the pony and said to the woman who bowed her head and peeled the garlic: "How much money have we made this month?"
"Aside from all kinds of raw material money, we lost a tael of silver this month." Wu Si said sternly, "It's better than last month. We lost 50 taels of silver last month."
The two looked at each other and sighed together. The life of ordinary people is really difficult.
After they separated from the son of the son that day, they did not immediately return to the city, but lived in a country cottage for a while. When they returned to Beijing, they learned that the organization had been wiped out. The most bizarre thing is that the two princesses who were caught by them had been rescued long ago.
As for how the son's men were discovered and how the hostages were rescued, they did not dare to inquire, nor did they want to inquire.
Several people gathered together and decided to live the life of ordinary people, so they opened this noodle restaurant.
After opening a noodle restaurant, they realized that life is so difficult. need to wake up early and be greedy, and often deal with strange guests. If they hadn't washed their hands long ago, those strange guests would have their heads down when they returned home.
"Boss." An old man in an old robe walked into the noodle shop, "Here, three bowls of noodles and five buns."
Wu Shan glanced at him: "No."
"Then four bowls of noodles and five steamed buns."
Wu Si coldly hummed blankly: "Neither."
The old man laughed: "I heard that the boss has a priceless antique in his house. A customer bid thirty thousand taels. Can the boss sell it?"
"The antique has been broken long ago. It is not for sale now, nor for sale in the future." Wu Shan threw the tablecloth in his hand on the table. "Don't come again."
The old man grabbed a handful of beans on their counter and ate slowly: "The guest said, as long as you are willing to sell, you can continue to add money."
Wu Si put up the closing sign at the entrance of the noodle restaurant, turned around and sneered at the old man: "I have not done this business for a long time now. Who wants to do this business now in this situation?"
"I know you only want to live the lives of ordinary people, but what a beautiful person you used to be. What's the point of making a few coins today?" The old man whispered, "This time, it's a big customer. Itโs so rich, you just need to kill a woman."
"Who to kill?" Wu Shan asked smoothly.
"Hua Yingting's daughter, Hua Liuli."
Wu Shan and Wu Siqi stayed together, Wu Si turned around and opened the door of the noodle shop, pointed his finger outside and said: "You go, don't come again."
The old man said: "Are you really going to be ordinary people for a lifetime?"
Wu Shan sternly said, "I have been a gutter mouse for more than 20 years, and I am a good man."
The old man looked at this inconspicuous noodle restaurant and the tableware on the wooden table that the guests had used before. He suddenly smiled and said, "That's good, I won't come to you again in the future."
He turned around and walked to the door. Several people in the noodle shop looked at him, and suddenly said: "I got a message a few days ago, I don't know if it is true or false. A young man in Yongzhou was arrested by Eastern Palace for selling prohibited goods. Wei caught it, and will soon be escorted into Beijing."
The faces of several people in the noodle restaurant all changed.
"I originally planned to leave the capital after earning your introduction fee. Since you don't want to take it, I will leave the capital tonight." The old man smiled, "Lu Yin's household registration is ready."
Wu Shan nodded to him: "Take care."
The old man put his hands behind him, and slowly walked out of the store door, rushing into the crowd.
Two hours later, Jingzhao Mansion received a report that an old man died on the street. The cause of death was simple. He accidentally fell to the ground, knocked his head to the broken bowl under the eaves, and died before the doctor arrived.
Because the old man had no family members, the body was sent to Yizhuang, where the Jingzhao Mansion was uniformly cremated and buried.
"Miss, why do we arrange for our own person to kill the person who joins?"
"Only the dead can keep all secrets."
Xie Yao sat in front of the bronze mirror, stroked her face lightly, and asked her maid in a soft voice, "You said, do I look good?"
"Miss looks like a fairy."
"But why doesn't the prince cousin like me?" Xie Yao suddenly smiled, her eyes full of madness, "It doesn't matter, he will become my person sooner or later."
If she can't get it, others will never expect it.
In the imperial study room, Emperor Changlong was reading the files of the palace examination. There were more than 300 candidates participating in the palace examination this time, and he couldn't read them one by one, so except for the top ten selected by the invigilator, the others were just random checks.
"This answer sheet is very well written and can be ranked first." Emperor Changlong drew out the most promising test sheet and made a circle on it. After the circle was over, he smiled and asked the prince who was reviewing the memorial, "Yuan Su, do you think this answer sheet might belong to your third brother-in-law in the future?"
"If it is not, you will promote your son to the top prize?" The prince seemed to feel tired from writing, so he put down the pen and shook his hand. Seeing Emperor Changlong looking at him, he shook him again.
The jade beads on the bracelets touched together and made a clatter.
"You think it's beautiful. The imperial examination is about Jiangshan Sheji. How can it be trifling." Emperor Changlong put the first place in a tray alone, "Naturally it won't work."
"That's it." The prince got up and walked to the imperial case. He stretched out his hand to exchange a cup of tea for Emperor Changlong. By the way, he glanced at the answer sheet that Emperor Changlong ranked first. "I don't care that Hua Changkong did well in the exam. Still bad."
"Yeah, you just want to marry someone else's sister." Emperor Changlong saw the prince stretch out his arms in front of him, pour tea for him, and arrange the messy memorabilia for him, he couldn't help but said, "Outside again. What's the fault?"
It is not good for the child to be too lazy. A little diligent, and he is worried about whether he is causing trouble. It is really complicated and contradictory.
"Father, my son hasn't done anything lately." The prince shook his wrist, and Yuzhu made a clatter again.
"Don't shake it, it makes me dizzy." Emperor Changlong caught a glimpse of the prince's more jade beads on his wrist, and couldn't help but smile, "Aren't you tired of wearing these things in your hands?"
The crown prince had clean hands, never wearing a ring or jade finger. Even the Buddhist beads presented by the eminent monk were put on the shelf by him, and he never turned himself up.
"I don't like the other bracelets, but this one is different." Seeing that Emperor Changlong finally noticed his bracelet, the prince smiled contentedly, "This is a gift from your future daughter-in-law to your minister."
Emperor Changlong: "..."
What's the point of talking happily, having the ability to marry people into the palace, and having an addiction in private.
After showing off the bracelets, the prince did not want to help Emperor Changlong to criticize the memorial: "Father, the envoy of the tortoiseshell country has been in Beijing for a few days. Have you ever met them?"
"Why, did they send someone to give you a gift?" Emperor Changlong asked.
"There are indeed people who come to give gifts." The prince said with a smile, "Not only did Erchen accept the gifts here, I am afraid that his other brothers and sisters also received a lot of good things."
"They are willing to send it, and you keep it." Emperor Changlong said, "As for whether you see it or not, when you see it, it's my business. Outside matters, you decide on your own. If there is too much trouble, you just clean up. , I will carry it for you."
"The sons also felt that the father and the emperor had every opportunity to receive these envoys all day long. It is enough for the officials of the Ministry of Rites to deal with them." The prince said, "It is not their country's lord who has come in person, so there is no need to give them too much face."
Regardless of the people or the country, excessive courtesy in their eyes becomes weakness. Dajin is strong and has a slightly indifferent attitude, but they are frightened.
Perhaps this is human nature.
Wake up early in the morning, Hua Liuli found a few boxes of gifts at home: "Who sent them?"
"The head of the envoy of the tortoiseshell country, sent by the three princes of the tortoiseshell country." Wei Mingyue put the gift list aside, her tone was light, "the tortoiseshell mission has been in Beijing for seven days, and your majesty has not announced them, they I'm panicking right now."
"Tortoiseshell country?" Hua Liuli snorted coldly when she thought of the young master Liu who claimed to be the prince of tortoiseshell country.
A few days ago they were still laughing at the female generals in Dajin, and only a few days later, they begged them. She kicked the box: "Mother, my daughter doesn't like these things. Send someone to send them back."
Wei Mingyue glanced at her daughter, without asking her the reason, nodded and said: "According to your wishes."
The tortoiseshell envoys stayed in the annex these days and rested restlessly. Ever since Jinpo was beaten to the point where they could not fight back, they were worried that Dajin would remember the old grievances in the past and turned to attack their country.
When they first entered Beijing, the reception minister of the annex was very polite to them, and within two days of letting go, they found that the Emperor of Jin didn't seem to have the intention to meet them. They suddenly became anxious and gave generous gifts to several princes, but they did not get a positive answer.
In the end, they really had no choice but to give gifts to some important officials in the DPRK, but these officials were very cunning and spoke better than one, but no one wanted to give them a definite answer.
"His Royal Highness." A subordinate walked up to the three tortoiseshell princes in panic, "The gift we sent to General Hua's mansion was returned."
"What?" The three princes paled. General Hua was the most powerful general in the Jin Dynasty. He was unwilling to accept their gifts. Is there any hint?
"Have you heard, why did the General Mansion return these gifts?"
The subordinate shook his head blankly, and said guiltily: "The subordinate did not see the two generals in Fuzhong, but the subordinate heard a message. This afternoon, General Hua's favorite daughter went back to the Cuju field to watch the Cuju game. We can take this opportunity Approach her."
"She is a woman. As a foreigner, how can you approach her?" The third prince was worried. He had known that there would be today, so he should bring a younger sister over.
"His Royal Highness, Dajin's rules are different from ours. They don't shy away from meeting women and foreign men." The subordinate said, "Even the Cuju game this afternoon was played by the women's team."
"How can a woman kick a ball?" The third prince was very surprised, and gritted his teeth after a moment of contemplation, "In that case, I personally went to the lady of the Hua family to show our tortoiseshell sincerity."
The people from the tortoiseshell country hurriedly inquired about the lady's hobbies of the Hua family, who knew that apart from her frail and sickly, she was very much loved by the Queen Mother in the palace.
"His Royal Highness, my subordinates heard a gossip."
"speak."
"It is rumored that the lord Fushou once had trouble with another lord in the band because of a good-looking luthier. So the subordinates thought that the lord might be more talkative when facing a beautiful man. ."
The three best-looking princes: "..."
Are they reduced to the point of betraying male sex?
The author has something to say: Tortoiseshell: Although we look down on women, we can bend and stretch.
Ava: The last person who used a beautiful man's trick on Fushou County lord was still squatting in the Dali Temple cell.