The patriarch of the Red Mansion is so handsome

According to the previous plan, Jia Zhen took people to stay in the Far East Inn.

"My shopkeeper, I hope it can be worthy of the biggest and most comfortable signboard in your house." Jia Zhen ignored the momentary silence in the store, raised her hand, and signaled the team members to bring a hundred taels of gold ingots, shaking the snowflakes on her body while talking.It's indescribably cold outside.

"This is the deposit, take it." After finishing speaking, Jia Zhen patted the translator and had someone repeat it.

The translator's lips were still tinged with bruises, after speaking, he asked the shopkeeper to prepare the stove.In their team, there are also weak scholars.He was already considered the strongest one, but he was also dizzy from the cold. If Master Song, the suppressed "Monkey Sun", fell from the cold, it would be really impossible to predict the direction of things.

The shopkeeper faced the officials who had already been waiting in the store, bit his bullet, and said, "This...it's natural. In business, small stores naturally have no distinction between national boundaries, and the guests will definitely make you feel at home."

"Hey, you've learned elegant words well." Jia Zhen frowned, raised her hand, took out a silver coin from her sleeve, and threw it over: "Your reward. Serve me well. You are short of everything now, but you don't need silver. "

"Thank you, Mr. Jia."

"En. Lead the way!"

"This way, please."

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean? You're blind, his uncle!" Jia Amnesty pointed at himself, then at Song Xueci, and roared, "If you want to ask me, do you understand? Don't think you have learned Talking about it, I feel that I am well versed in my Dazhou culture. Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog!"

"Don't welcome me yet! Someone's frozen to death outside." Jia She said while turning his head, "Hurry up, come in, and close the door!"

At the same time, Jia Zhen stepped on the stool with a golden sword, took off her double hood, raised her hand and waved her hair twice, as if she was flicking away snowflakes, and then flicked snowflakes on the double hood , the words were impatient, and he squinted at the shopkeeper: "Hurry up!"

Out of the corner of the shopkeeper's eyes, he glanced at his own officials, looked at the man with a serious face and nodded, and hurriedly went to Jia She to make amends: "I hope Master Song, Mr. Jia, forgives the crime, it is my negligence, and I hope the two adults will not remember the villain's mistakes, thank you Forgive me!"

"Very good, I have to be so respectful, do you understand?" Jia She held his head high and cleared his throat, "Even if I'm down and out now, I'm still Jia Zhen's uncle. I have established my uncle since I was born." Status! Even if Jia Zhen jumps around again, I'm still the best!"

After finishing speaking, Jia Amnesty lifted his legs forward and passed Jia Zhen, "I still don't lead the way."

Jia Zhen played with her double hood in a circle and urged the shopkeeper, "Quick!"

Facing the splashed water droplets, the shopkeeper looked at Jia Zhen's short hair, then turned to look at Song Xueci, who was motionless, and opened his mouth cautiously: "Your uncle hasn't moved yet."

Uncle Song took a look at Jia She, who was dragging sideways like a crab, and felt that he had some "sympathy" for those "wicked people." What's the use of racking his brains for more tricks?Not only Jia Zhen, but even Jia Amnesty would not play cards according to common sense.

"Let's go." After saying kindly, Song Xueci said, "You can serve their uncles and nephews. I'll warm up in the lobby first."

Hearing the words, the shopkeeper looked at Song Xueci, who seemed to be turning into ice sculptures all over, thought about the information, and signaled to his confidant Xiaoer to take care of him, and led the two uncles and nephews to the independent courtyard, while introducing: "This is already the inn under me. This is the most luxurious and comfortable courtyard in the courtyard. I suddenly heard that Mr. Jia and his party did not want to stay in the official residence, but wanted to live in the largest inn. After receiving the news, I was also quite disturbed, and urgently added a lot of decorations from your country to the courtyard. Are you satisfied? I heard that Mr. Jia is good at martial arts, and he gets up every day to practice martial arts, so the main courtyard still has some knives, guns, halberds, plum blossom stakes, etc., for Mr. Jia's leisure entertainment."

"That's considerate enough." Jia Zhen nodded, "Not bad."

Seeing Jia Zhen satisfied, the shopkeeper secretly heaved a sigh of relief.In order to prevent the negotiations from going smoothly, Jia Zhen was finally allowed to rob the silver taels. This courtyard has added some colorless and odorless medicine that can make people lose their strength.

The shopkeeper led Jia She to the west wing again, and introduced: "I heard that you like gold and stone antiques, and I also decorated a couple of them, please take a look."

Jia She rested his chin and glanced up and down, "You are really considerate. You should serve me like this, and I will give you a big reward in private!"

Taking out a silver bill of [-] taels, Jia She looked at the shopkeeper and lowered his voice a little: "I heard you speak elegant words, and your accent is quite correct. You have studied it for several years, right? So have you heard of Yangzhou specialties?" ?”

"Yangzhou brown sugar, Yangzhou..."

"What the hell!" Jia She lowered his voice, with a wretched expression on his face: "Yangzhou is skinny and horsey! I heard that the girls here in the Northeast are all beautiful, and it's the same here in your Rakshasa. One side supports the other! Fair skin Beautiful and long legs! Which is the biggest brothel in your city?"

Shopkeeper: "..."

In the secret room of the inn, the shopkeeper hurriedly reported the matter, "Master Zai, this subordinate wants to take him to the brothel, and then set up a trap?"

The Rakshasa envoy, Vasyazai, whose name was finally remembered by Jia Zhen, stared at him for a while and rubbed his head: "Jia Amnesty is a strange thing that I have to guard against. But now it is to ensure the safety of the Grand Duke and the others. Wait for the rescue." After leaving the Grand Duke, it will be natural to kill the donkey at that time."

"The subordinates have followed your instructions and let them live in their respective courtyards. No matter how cautious they are, they still carry the imperial physician with them, but they still can't find out the reason." The shopkeeper reported with great certainty in his words.This medicine is specially aimed at deep inner strength.

"Then we have to be more careful, and we must not take it lightly until the end. That competition is a lesson for us." Thinking of the last competition, Jia She dared to set fire to it, and Zai couldn't help but feel angry. .For Jia Zhen, he still has some admiration, but for Jia She, this is a rogue, not at all the heroism of his father Jia Daishan.

"Pay attention to your side at all times, and don't let Song Xueci get close. It is said that he is proficient in Raksha language. And he is a genius, with a photographic memory. I will report to the commander." Zai whispered a few more words , and then quietly left through the secret passage.

At the same time, Jia Zhen took the note and handed it to Jia Amnesty.

Jia Amnesty looked at the last three words - [Pretend to be aggressive], nodded solemnly, and then stuffed the note directly into Song Xueci's Mrs. Tang, destroying the body and obliterating the traces.

They are relatively stupid, their brains can't remember, and they can only rely on violence to destroy the "evidence" of communication.

Song Xueci watched the two people's notes burning back and forth, felt the thick smoke wafting out, rolled his eyes, and silently asked in Sichuan dialect: "Why don't you speak the local dialect? Wu Nong's soft language is also quite good."

"Native dialect?" Jia Zhen and Jia She looked at Song Xueci in unison.

Facing the eyes of his uncle and nephew, Song Xueci slapped his head, and wrote silently with a pen—[Forget, you have been living in the capital and have never been let go. ] Back then, when he had just been released for trial, he couldn't understand what the common people were saying.Then what else? Then, in order to be close to the people and understand the sufferings of the people, he basically learned a local dialect from another place.

"That's right." Jia Zhen nodded, and took up a pen to write back [This can be suggested to the emperor in the future, but we don't have time to learn it now. 】He grew up learning Mandarin when he was a child, and later he learned English. He really didn't learn the local dialect well.You know, if you speak a dialect at school, you will be deducted points for civility and etiquette!

However, he also vaguely remembered that there was indeed such an intelligence statement, whether it was Wenzhou dialect or the local language was difficult to learn, and when used to make calls, even if the Japanese army bugged them, the other party could not understand.

I beat myself in my head, there are some things that I have experience for reference, but as time goes by, I gradually lose my memory.Occasionally, I need someone to mention it before I think of it in a flash.

After reflecting on the need to pay attention to "Associative Thinking" and so on, Jia Zhen and Jia She left the inn, swaggeringly took some people out to buy earthenware.

When I came back, it was already pitch black.

The shopkeeper looked at the two men who had been helped back by the team members, at Jia Zhen, who had a crooked hat, exposed short hair, and smelled of alcohol, looked at the person being carefully supported by left and right, his eyes flickered, and then looked at the same drunk Furious, Jia Amnesty, who was even being carried on a stretcher, said, "If there is anything you need to do, please tell me."

"The wine here is strong enough and delicious." Jia She got up from the stretcher, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth was full of alcohol: "I will drink tomorrow."

"Mr. Forgiveness, it's time to negotiate tomorrow. You can't drink anymore." The team member said something, then looked up at the shopkeeper, and said, "Go and light the fire, we need to make some hangover tea."

"Okay, okay." The shopkeeper stepped back and glanced at Jia Zhen quickly.

"Look again, I dug out your dog's eyes!" Jia Zhen, who was being supported, closed her eyes and yelled angrily.

When the shopkeeper heard this, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly retreated.

The team members looked normal, carefully sent the two drunk people into the room, and took care of them according to the drunken routine.

It was a peaceful night in the inn.

But the commander's mansion was frightened all night.

Jia Zhen rubbed her hair.Fortunately, these days, no matter men or women, the idea that everyone in Dazhou has long hair is deeply rooted.Therefore, his short hair has also become one of the signs.

So, hey.

Relying on the cold Siberia wind aboveboard, Jia Zhen "blows" herself into the Far East Commander's Mansion with gusts of wind.

The guards in Shuai Mansion rubbed their hands, lamenting that this year's severe winter came earlier, and there was no other touch.

Although the guards in the commander's mansion have not found Jia Zhen for the time being, it is not easy for Jia Zhen to find her foothold.According to previous spies' reports, there are many organs in the Far East Marshal's Mansion.

He can't just "scratch" all the time.

After "scraping" three times in the commander's mansion, Jia Zhen tried her best to keep her breathing steady before her powers were exhausted. She chose a foothold, pinched her nose carefully, and concealed her figure.

The toilet is actually very important, right?

Especially the special toilet for the Marshal.

The wind is so strong that I can't feel much smell.

Jia Zhen silently comforted herself, and silently prayed to God that he could gain everything from his lurking tonight.