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After a meal, Luo Qingqiu was overjoyed.

Mr. Gongsun actually said that he could go to Kaifeng Mansion to be a cook.All of a sudden, the livelihood problem was solved, and it was still so close to Zhan Zhao!Although Gongsun Ce said that salary, board and lodging will be discussed in detail after returning to Kaifeng, but these are not very important.As long as it is Kaifeng Mansion, it is enough.

Because of the joy in my heart, time flies by very quickly.Along the way, I chatted with Xiaonan and told fairy tales, and then I arrived in Kaifeng.

As Kaifeng City approached, Luo Qingqiu couldn't help but lift the curtain of the carriage, and couldn't wait to see what it was like here.

Under the tall city tower, there are many pedestrians, bustling, there are traffickers and pawns, and there are also dignitaries.The officers and soldiers guarding the city stood on both sides of the city gate, solemnly holding knives, watching the continuous flow of people.Compared with Shuzhou, I don't know how lively it is.

Entering the city, it is even more prosperous.The wide streets are filled with carriages, horses and sedan chairs, and shops and stalls selling goods on the side of the road.The Hongqiao crossed the Bian River, and a picture of Qingming Shanghe unfolded in front of Luo Qingqiu's eyes.It's just that it's not the yellowed paper that has faded its color, but the bright, lively, real and vivid sight.

Unable to tell whether it was moved, sighed or something else, Luo Qingqiu actually had the urge to cry.

Seeing Luo Qingqiu stunned, Xiaonan tugged at her sleeve: "Sister?"

Luo Qingqiu came back to his senses for a while, turned his head to Xiaonan, and seemed to be talking to himself: "This is Kaifeng."

A group of people arrived at the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, and Ma Han entered the mansion with Xiaonan.Luo Qingqiu should go too.Mr. Gongsun said that Xiaonan's case should be concluded first, and then talk about her.She should first find an inn to stay.

However, looking at the words "Kaifeng Mansion" on the plaque, Luo Qingqiu didn't want to leave for a while, but just watched.

This is the Kaifeng Mansion - she has also been to Kaifeng's rebuilt Kaifeng Mansion, and I heard that it was also built according to the records handed down, so there is actually not much difference.The biggest difference is that there is for tourists to visit, but here is the real Kaifeng mansion.There are no so-called "non-existent" people in the wax figures there, but here, there are chivalrous men in crimson official robes running around.

"Kaifeng Mansion..." is a word that is often heard, which can be regarded as both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Miss... are you still leaving?" Zhan Zhao asked strangely seeing Luo Qingqiu in a daze.

"Let's go." Luo Qingqiu smiled, "I'll leave after watching for a while."

"This Kaifeng mansion... is there anything special?" Zhan Zhao asked. Although it is under the emperor's feet, Kaifeng mansion is more grand, but compared with Shuzhou's yamen, there is no essential difference, right?

"Yes." Luo Qingqiu suddenly looked at Zhan Zhao.

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"I'm leaving, take my leave." Luo Qingqiu nodded to Zhan Zhao, then turned and left.

After finding an inn, Luo Qingqiu put down his luggage, took some silver, and wanted to go out for a stroll.

Luo Qingqiu liked it very much.This is the largest city in the world in this era, but it is different from modern metropolises like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.It's lively, but not noisy.No matter how many people there are, there will be no long queues of cars standing still, only the warmth of autumn.There will be no gray sky and bad air, only the smell of barley soup wafting in the air.

Yes, I didn't realize that it was already late autumn.The past six months seem to have passed unnoticed.Maybe it's because I was busy adapting to a different life and neglected others.

Breathing out a mouthful of white air, Luo Qingqiu followed the scent, wanting to drink a bowl of hot Baiwei soup.

The stall owner enthusiastically filled a bowl full for Luo Qingqiu, and Luo Qingqiu took a small sip, it was so hot.

The sky is blue and the soup is warm.

The case at Xiaonan's family was settled, and Xiaonan was also sent to her aunt's house.Gongsun Ce discussed with Luo Qingqiu the specific matters of working as a public chef in Kaifeng Mansion, including board and lodging in Kaifeng Mansion, etc., and Luo Qingqiu moved to the mansion.

There was also a cook in Kaifeng Mansion's official kitchen, who was older than Luo Qingqiu, about 27, and her name was Wang Qinghe.Since there were only the two women in the official kitchen, Luo Qingqiu naturally lived with her.

"Qingqiu, you're not from the capital, are you? Have you visited the capital yet?" Wang Qinghe said friendly.

Luo Qingqiu shook his head: "I only walked around the inn where I lived before, and I haven't been far away."

"Then I'll take you shopping at night. Take a look at Kaifeng City and the night market in Kaifeng City."

Luo Qingqiu was naturally happy, and said: "Thank you, Sister Qinghe."

When the lights came on, Wang Qinghe took Luo Qingqiu out of Kaifeng Mansion, walking through Yu Street, Zhuquemenwai Street, Zhouqiao, Dongjiaolou Street and Panlou East Street all the way.Finally came to Ma Xing Street.

Thousands of lamps can really be called "bright as day".This is the busiest place in Kaifeng, and everyone is jostling with each other.There is everything here, such as eating, drinking, playing, and performing, all are authentic Northern Song Dynasty style.

"Sister Qinghe," Luo Qingqiu asked, "People say that Ma Xing Street is free of gnats, is that true?"

Wang Qinghe thought about it: "Although I haven't heard anyone say this, it seems that I have never seen it in Ma Xing Street, which is strange. Do you know why?"

"Gnats are evil, Maxing Street is noisy with people, and the lights are shining in the sky, so there is no need." Luo Qingqiu said with a smile.This is what she saw in modern books, and it really is.

"It makes sense. Are you hungry, do you want to have some supper?"

"It's not that I'm hungry, it's just that the smell is so strong that I'm really hungry." Luo Qingqiu said playfully.

Wang Qinghe led Luo Qingqiu to find a stall.Ma Xing Street is crowded, and she often goes to Zhouqiao for supper.It's just that she just ate it at this one, and it tasted good, so she brought Luo Qingqiu here.

"What to eat?"

"I don't know what's delicious, Sister Qinghe, just look at it."

"Okay. One portion of chatiao, one portion of white rice, and a plate of spicy dishes."

The stall owner responded and hurriedly prepared the dishes.Luo Qingqiu and Wang Qinghe started to eat the Shaoqing dishes.

The taste of this food is not inferior to the barbecue or instant noodles that are often eaten in modern nights.The two were eating when they suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Miss Wang, Miss Luo?"

Wang Qinghe raised his head, Luo Qingqiu had already stood up, with a smile on his lips: "Master Zhan."

Wang Qinghe got up to say hello to Zhan Zhao. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Luo Qingqiu's eyes were bright, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Zhan Zhao said hello and left, Luo Qingqiu sat down and continued to eat, but his expression seemed much happier.

Wang Qinghe thought for a while, and then said: "Qingqiu, you've been acquainted with Mr. Zhan since you came to Fuya?"

"Oh, I'm from Shuzhou. This time Mr. Bao went to Shuzhou to handle the case. I came to Kaifeng with them, so I have known each other for a long time." Luo Qingqiu cut the long story short.

"...Qingqiu, do you think that Mr. Zhan is gentle and polite, handsome, and strong in martial arts? He is a dragon and phoenix among people?"

Luo Qingqiu nodded: "That's natural, what's wrong?"

"Master Zhan is nearly [-] years old, but he hasn't married yet. Do you know the reason?"

Luo Qingqiu knew what Wang Qinghe wanted to say, she must have seen her special feelings towards Zhan Zhao.She said, "I know."

"You know?" Wang Qinghe wondered.

"Yeah." Luo Qingqiu nodded, "Master Zhan has a sweetheart, and... is no longer here." When she said this, she felt a little sad for Zhan Zhao.She would rather that he be happy than that he and his beloved should live in a lonely life.

"Is that all you know?"

"Ah."

Wang Qinghe heaved a long sigh: "I'll tell you this, don't spread it to outsiders, and don't use it to expose the pain of adults."

Luo Qingqiu nodded because he didn't understand.

"It seems to be five or six years ago. There was also a little girl about your age who worked as a cook in Kaifeng Mansion. She also liked Mr. Zhan. When she saw Mr. Zhan, her eyes were shining. But later, she Died in a fire, to save Mr. Zhan. It is said that Mr. Zhan was poisoned and unconscious at that time. She took care of Mr. Zhan in the house. Suddenly the house caught fire. The room was not small, and the inside and outside were connected. Mr. Zhan was sent to the door, and finally someone came over, she entrusted Mr. Zhan to that person, and the next moment, the roof beams fell down, and she was pressed under it, unable to move, and was finally swallowed by the fire."

Luo Qingqiu was terrified, she only thought that Zhan Zhao's sweetheart passed away, or was sick, or was in an accident, but she didn't think that it was to save Zhan Zhao.

"After he came back, Mr. Zhan didn't say a word. His eyes were so bright before, but during those days, his eyes were scattered like dust and muddy like stagnant water. Anyone can see how sad he is. He compares He has to be busy at any time, busy with official business day and night, and patrols the streets when he is not busy with official business. The food is not good, and he comes to get a steamed bun when he is hungry, but he never sees others when he is formally eating. He didn't smile anymore, no matter to the common people, to us, to Mr. Bao, the kind of warm smile is gone, only the dull eyes and expressionless face. He didn't feel so desolate and sad at that time , but worried, and pale, that is even more worrying. I even thought, I hope he will cry in the dead of night."

Even after listening to other people's descriptions after many years, Luo Qingqiu felt distressed.Such a Zhan Zhao, how affectionate Zhan Zhao should be, how helpless and painful Zhan Zhao should be?Crying is the best way to vent pain. From tears flowing like a fountain to tears drying up, the pain will scab over.But if you can't cry, maybe the wound is bleeding silently.It's not as itchy as a scab, but before you know it, the person has died.

"Fortunately, after one or two years, it will gradually return to normal."

Luo Qingqiu couldn't help worrying: Those who hadn't cried were back to normal, did the wounds scab over, or were they still bleeding?

Seeing Luo Qingqiu's expression, Wang Qinghe knew that she felt it, and said: "So, Qingqiu, don't like Mr. Zhan anymore, there will be no results."

"...When he said that he has a sweetheart, I don't want any results. Sister Qinghe, don't worry, I just want to be friends with Mr. Zhan, and I don't have any other ideas."

"But... you still like him now."

"However, things like feelings are not something that I can control the birth and death of myself. It's natural, just don't overdo it."

Wang Qinghe wanted to persuade her again, but felt that what Luo Qingqiu said was true, behavior can be controlled, but how can feelings be said to be inconvenient?I had to sigh again and go to eat spicy dishes.