The first paparazzi in the Red Chamber

Liu San never expected that there would be a day when he would be named by the master.He responded happily, and quickly ran away to find someone in Sanzifang.

Not long after, Liu San brought the shopkeeper Sun from Sanzifang back to the Song Mansion.Hearing that the master was in the back garden at this time, he took shopkeeper Sun through the screen wall and went directly to find it.

Seeing that he was about to reach Jingxin Lake in the mansion, he could see a man standing on the waterside pavilion on the opposite bank from a distance.Standing with hands behind his back, his figure is handsome, this Tsinghua temperament is his master at a glance.

Liu Sanjin hurriedly urged Shopkeeper Sun to leave quickly.When shopkeeper Sun saw that figure, he was so frightened that the cold sweat on his head became more severe, his legs became weak, and it hurt to walk very slowly.He kept wiping the sweat off his brow as he walked.

He has been the shopkeeper for so many years, although he is usually very arrogant in the store, but he has never stepped into the gate of the Song Mansion, let alone met Master Song Xi.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Sun was really scared and dumbfounded, wishing he could just sit down on the ground.If the master wants to meet such a small person as him, it must be nothing good.

Originally, there was only a few tens of feet away, but shopkeeper Sun was stunned to walk out of ten miles.He looked at Song Xi's back tremblingly, the closer he got, the more frightened he became, he became a soft-legged shrimp, his legs couldn't use any strength, and he almost crawled over.

finally reached.

At a distance of one foot away from the master, shopkeeper Sun got what he wanted, with a plop, his legs landed on the ground, and he kowtowed three times vigorously.Then he faced the ground and said to Song Xi respectfully, "Sun Kangshi, the shopkeeper of the little Sanzifang, pays his respects to the master!"

Song Xi glanced at him coldly, then turned around and sat down, raised his hand, and threw the green book on the ground.

Shopkeeper Sun hurriedly crawled to pick up the book.

"This book comes from Sanzifang." After Song Xi finished speaking, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he looked down at shopkeeper Sun coldly.

Shopkeeper Sun glanced at the cover, and quickly flipped through the first page to check. He probably scanned the content and printing, and suddenly remembered the rumors about his master in the street today. Could it be from this book?Shopkeeper Sun was so frightened that he shuddered again and cried.

"The printing on this book is indeed from Sanzifang, but I swear that I have never read the content. If I know that the book will print these random things. Others will kill the little one with a knife , even the little ones don’t dare.”

Shopkeeper Sun knew that he had caused a catastrophe, so he kowtowed desperately to apologize to Song Xi.

Song Xi: "Tell me what happened."

Shopkeeper Sun sniffled, quickly calmed down his emotions, immediately sorted out his words, and told the whole story of the mysterious guest official's visit to Sanzifang a month ago. "I think about it for a while, this thing can only be done by him, because he was the only one who sent a supervisor to print books in the small Sanzifang during this period of time, and asked to keep it secret, so the little one didn't know the contents at all. "

In order to save his life, shopkeeper Sun described all the details he could say in detail.After saying all this, shopkeeper Sun broke out in sweat three times, and his whole body was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground as if he was boneless, as if he had only one last breath to continue his life.

Song Xi was meditating quietly, gently rubbing the thumb and index finger of his right hand back and forth.

A man in his 30s, well dressed, came here alone, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.He was surprised when he heard the total price, but he didn't take advantage of it. He insisted on paying the original price, and paid a deposit of 50 taels first...

This person is not short of money, and he is not in ordinary business. Since he doesn't even know the approximate price of a printed book, he must be a pampered gentleman, and he is a gentleman who doesn't read often.Since he is a master, he should be accompanied by a servant when he goes out.But he went to Sanzifang alone, obviously to avoid people's eyes and ears, which just proved that he had premeditated, and it was very likely that he had disguised himself, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes should not be his appearance.

Then this person also raised questions about the movable type clay, perhaps because he had the idea of ​​building his own printing workshop.After all, the things described in his notebook are too taboo, so it is safer and more reliable to print them by yourself.

Song Xi already knew the identity of the author of this book well.He asked shopkeeper Sun to make a list of the supplies that Sanzifang provided to various bookstores, and then sent him back.Then he sent someone to the porcelain kiln outside Beijing to inquire if someone had recently bought a large amount of movable type clay.

Song Xi is a dignified first-rank official, who was born in a prime minister's family. The Song family's power is intricate in the capital, and there are many talented people under his command.For him, looking up the author of a book should be as easy as eating.Unexpectedly, his subordinates investigated for a whole day, but ended up with the result that no one could be found.

While Song Xi resented the incompetence of his subordinates, he felt a little admiration for the author of "Secret Stories Next Door".After all, there are only a handful of people in the capital who can escape from his tracing methods.Never thought that a mere dude who wrote vernacular would be one of them.

Song Xi couldn't be reconciled, so that night, he held "Secrets of the Next Door" and read it carefully, word by word.I found a very interesting place. This person’s narration is not exaggerated. He doesn’t judge according to his own preferences. .

As for the incident he described about himself, there is nothing wrong with it, but putting two incidents together for people to look at will indeed easily arouse people's suspicion.

Who said that if you go to the Yafeng Pavilion and see the top card, you must be very masculine.

Song Xi thought about it, this is wrong, he really likes men, but his body and mind have not been entrusted to anyone, no matter men or women.

Yafengguan, like Sanzifang, is only an industry under his name. As for Du Chunxiao, it is just one of his minions to inquire about the news.And Du Chun laughed at this fellow, he only liked women, and he had never sold himself.It was Du Chunxiao's own idea to be the headliner of the restaurant.For this reason, Song Xi was afraid that he would be wronged, so he rewarded him with a lot of gold and silver treasures, but now it's a good thing, Du Chun smiled and was at ease, which hurt him.

Song Xi remembered that he had just finished court this morning, so he was called by his eldest sister, the empress, and was questioned about his masculinity as soon as he opened his mouth. He was really a little annoyed.I really don't know which aristocratic family ordered the woman to enter the palace, but brought in "Secrets of the Neighbor" and showed it to the queen.So that Song Xi didn't recognize it, and it didn't matter if he didn't recognize it.As for the cause of his late wife Zhang's death, the empress knew it already, so she didn't ask any further questions, she just focused on the things he hadn't remarried in these years, and scolded him.

Song Xi's head hurts when he thinks of the word "Gong".Of course he couldn't let go of the author of "Secret Stories Next Door" who had caused him so much trouble.

Song Xi carefully studied both sides again, compared several stories in the book, and finally found something.This last "what-if" thing about the master is fundamentally different from the previous ones.Whether it is his affairs or officials' corruption and money-gathering, there are two or three eyewitness testimony to support it.And the matter of this "hypothetical" master is described in the tone of a servant in the family. In comparison, it seems to be a little less rigorous, as if making up the numbers.