At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

For a time, there were quite a few Goryeo people who would rather die than surrender.

Do you think this day is much better than in Korea...?

You see, there is food, shelter, and medical treatment.

After a day of digging, there are officials from Daliang who will give you a 'class' and teach you how to read!

Oh my god, why is this beam so different from what is written in the history books of Goryeo?

——In the Ministry of Punishment.

According to rumors, Marquis Jiangling improved many crime-solving techniques and torture tools.

But Jin Xiao didn't know what it was specifically, and didn't want to know.

Besides, it would be useless for him, a deposed prince from a foreign country, to inquire so much.

As for the Marquis of Jiangling himself, at the end of last year.

He took the post of governor of Youzhou and went to the front line to inspect.

If I think carefully, I will probably return to Beijing soon.

In the center of the lobby, the storyteller was still telling stories vividly.

Jin Xiao leaned back, leaned against the wall, and looked up out of the window.

The setting sun shines outside the window, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard are as dense as snow.

......

The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are deep green. When the wind blows, the pear blossoms fall to the ground and are stained with dust and mud.

Shangjing.

Ten miles away from Zheng County, beside the official road, there is a farmhouse tea shop.

The fat woman in red and green entered the backyard with a happy face.

Before entering the kitchen, he called out loudly: "Brothers and sisters, a big customer is here today!"

"There are more than 300 people. How much water can we use now?"

The young woman in the kitchen frowned when she heard this and stood up to meet the fat woman.

He held her wrist and asked in a lowered voice, "More than three hundred people?"

"Sister-in-law, you can see where this is coming from. Don't be like the old Zhao family who... led thieves into the house and the whole family died."

"Oh, don't worry, brother and sister."

The fat woman took her hand away and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"The one who calls the shots is wearing an official robe, and it's scarlet."

The young woman murmured: "Scarlet? Then you must be at least a fourth-grade official..."

The fat woman ignored her, walked to the stove in a few steps, grabbed the lid of the pot and took a look.

Heat blew against his face, blocking his vision.

The fat woman fanned her hands, and it took a while to see the amount of water.

"Brothers and sisters, you go and make tea for the officials first, then come back and continue to cook."

The fat woman was talking to herself, turned around to leave, and glanced at the young woman's pretty face.

Then he went back, picked up the wooden ladle, and muttered: "Forget it, I'll go by myself."

Although it was the official who came.

But who knows if these officials will take advantage of sex and have any evil intentions.

This official road starts from the Qingzhou coast in the east and ends at the Liangzhou frontier in the west.

From east to west, it connects the five states of Daliang.

Therefore, if there are villages near the official road, there are also many restaurants and tea shops along the way.

For example, the old Zhao family, whose entire family died at the beginning of the year, was selling food.

His mother-in-law is very good at braised meat.

Many merchants who come and go love to visit his home.

His family has a little daughter, she is fourteen years old, and she is pretty and refined...

It's a pity that he was born in a low-income peasant family.

It is destined to be impossible to keep or protect such a charming guest. On the contrary, it will attract people with evil intentions.

One night when it was pouring with rain, a thief who came from nowhere broke into the small restaurant.

He kidnapped his youngest daughter and killed the entire family.

After daybreak, the villagers who delivered ingredients to the restaurant saw that the restaurant had not opened for a long time.

Only then did he push open the door and enter...report to the official and collect the body.

But it rained heavily all night, and all the footprints and horse hoof prints were washed away.

Where will the government go to investigate?

In the end, it was just another unsolved case in the file.

The fat woman sighed heavily and came back from the memories.

He scooped another ladle of water into the copper pot and then put down the gourd ladle.

She was carrying 80% of the hot water and walked very steadily.

He left the kitchen and headed to the front yard.

Pass through the hall and lift the straw curtain to protect the sun.

From darkness to light, the vision blurred for a moment. The fat woman stood there, dazed for a moment.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the front yard of his tea shop.

In the courtyard, the tables and chairs placed outside were all filled with soldiers with swords.

Only the two tables under the trees on the west side had slightly fewer soldiers.

As Qingming approaches, the pear blossoms are already in full bloom.

Under the tree, there are several men in black clothes, all equipped with long swords, with broad shoulders and narrow waists, and tall and straight postures.

Seeing the fat woman's old face turn red, she couldn't help but curse in her heart:

'It's strange that men like young girls, and so does she...'

The east wind suddenly rises, blowing down the pear blossoms.

I don't know what they were talking about, but a man in black suddenly got up and chased the other man.

The covered man in red was revealed. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

His long hair is tied up high with a jade crown.

Looking at the men chasing and fighting, there was a gentle smile on his face.

His face is like a crown jade, his jade quality is like gold, and he is a descendant of an aristocratic family in Beijing.

He was obviously wearing the brightest red, but there was an indescribable elegance about him.

Wei feels that in the picture album, the beautiful gods can be compared with one of them.

The fat woman couldn't help but be stunned and walked forward blankly.

I forgot that there were steps under my feet and accidentally stepped on them!

"Be careful."

At the critical moment, a deep voice sounded beside her.

Rong Yi held the woman's arm and quickly pulled away after she stood firm.

Then, he held the handle of the copper kettle and said, "I'll do it, Auntie."

"Oh, okay..."

Rong Yi took it and walked back with the copper pot.

The fat woman, who was so frightened by what happened just now that she was covered in cold sweat, watched him leave.

After a moment, he turned his attention to the place in red.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a crimson official robe...

It always felt familiar, but where exactly it was, she couldn't place it.

At this moment, a soldier walked into the courtyard.

He asked loudly: "Master Hou, it is estimated that this place is about ten miles away from Zheng County."

"Wait a minute, do you want to go into the city to rest?"

"No, try to enter Weinan before dark."

Lord Hou!

The soldier just spoke.

A high-pitched female voice came from the other end of the yard, immediately covering his voice.

"My mother is tired, are you the Marquis of Jiangling?"

The fat woman stepped forward quickly and looked at Marquis Jiangling with gleaming eyes.

As he said this, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Xie Yuheng glanced at Rong Liu, who was closest to the woman.

Rong Liu understood immediately.

While helping the fat woman up, he said with a smile: "Auntie, what are you doing?"

"We are guests, there is no reason for the shopkeeper to kneel down to the tea guests."

"I, I, I feel happy in my heart."

The fat woman was so excited that she could not speak coherently. When she finished, she clapped her hands and said angrily:

"The damn dog scholar in town, does his painting look anything like me?"

Rong Liu looked confused when he heard this. This aunt's brain was racing really fast.

Where is this going?

Xie Yuheng raised the corners of his lips, guessing that the woman was talking about - her portrait.

In recent years, businessmen often regard her as the living goddess of wealth.