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Coming out of Baiweixuan, Xie Jin moved his hand skillfully, and Jiang Zhao let go of it.

She clenched her fists, covered her lips and coughed lightly, pretending not to see the complaint in Xie Jin's eyes, she turned to Yuan Xiang and said, "Go and put your things back on the carriage first, it's really inconvenient to walk like this."

I bought a lot of things, and just as Jiang Zhao said, for the convenience of giving away, they were all packed neatly in different categories. Yuan Xiang couldn't carry it alone, and even Chang Dongling and He Yuansheng's arms were full.

"No, master." Yuan Xiang tilted his head to look at Jiang Zhao with difficulty, and resolutely rejected her proposal, "This place is no better than... at home. There are many people coming and going, including all kinds of religions. How can you keep no one around you?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at him and said, "I'm not discussing with you."

The implication is that this is the emperor's order, and I sincerely obey it, so don't talk so much nonsense.

Yuan Xiang pursed his lips, looked at Xie Jin subconsciously, made a curt in his mouth, and blurted out: "Ma'am, you should take care of her, if something really happens, a hundred lives are not enough for us .”

Before Xie Jin could react, Jiang Zhao stretched out his foot and kicked Yuan Xiang, and reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful and go back to the board."

But she had a calm expression on her face, and she didn't look like she was about to get angry.

Yuan Xiang got kicked, kept his mouth shut, but still looked at Xie Jin.

He was not very old at first, his skin was tender, and he was born with a pair of drooping eyes. Compared with Gao Sheng'an's high-spirited appearance, his apprentice is more likely to soften people's hearts.

Sure enough, Xie Jin couldn't stand being stared at by him, so he made a compromise proposal.

She looked across the street, and sure enough the teahouse she remembered was still there, so she said to Yuan Xiang: "Master's safety is indeed the top priority, but it's really not suitable for you to walk around like this.

How about this, my master and I are not going anywhere, we are waiting in the tea house, you go and put your things down, just hurry back. "

Yuan Xiang frowned, pondered for a moment, saw that Jiang Zhao was not very happy, but he did not deny it after all, so he could only nod his head, and asked Chang He and the two to take the things back to the carriage and put them down.

He Yuansheng was still hesitant when he left, so Yuan Xiang persuaded him, "With Miss Xie here, master won't be too capricious."

After the three of them left, Xie Jin led Jiang Zhao to the opposite teahouse. As soon as they entered, a waiter came to greet the guests and asked them if they wanted to sit in the lobby on the first floor or in the private room on the second floor.

The private room is quiet and comfortable, the hall is lively and noisy, and there are storytellers talking freely.

Xie Jin looked at Jiang Zhao and signaled for her to make a choice. Jiang Zhao hesitated a little and chose to sit on the first floor.

Just in front of the stage, a guest got up, Xiaoer took them there, wiped the table and said, "Listening to books is best here, and it can be said to be a very good seat. As the saying goes, it's better to come early than to be lucky!"

Jiang Zhao just looked around, feeling that everything was novel, Xie Jin asked Xiao Er for a pot of tea and some refreshments, and said that three men would come to look for him later, and asked Xiao Er to guide him.

Xiao Er naturally responded repeatedly, looking at her with hints of deep meaning in his eyes, Xie Jin used to be the eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, and naturally knew how to send servants, it is understandable for this Xiao Er to do things for her and want some rewards.

It's just that although she saved some silver in the palace, she was not poor or poor, but when she came out, she changed her clothes and didn't bring her purse with her. Now let alone yellow and white things, she doesn't even have a copper coin on her body.

She knew that the money bag was on Yuan Xiang's body, but she still looked at Jiang Zhao and whispered something in her ear.

Thoughtful, Jiang Zhao reached out to touch the pouch on her waist, it was the Bingdi lotus that Xie Jin embroidered for her at the beginning, and she was finally able to wear it openly when she left the palace gate.

There was indeed something in the purse, Jiang Zhao squeezed out a few golden beans from it, and put them in Xie Jin's hands.

Xie Jin frowned, and the little girl looked straight into the eyes.

Although the two people in front of them seem to be either rich or noble in terms of their attire, but the honorable Xiaoer also received a lot, and it is a great gift to be able to reward two taels of silver, how could such a move be gold.

But since it has been taken out, it is not easy to take it all back, Xie Jin hesitated for a while, and still picked up one and handed it to Xiaoer.

Although Xiao Er is greedy, he is not greedy for profit. If a guest rewards him with copper coins and broken silver, he is fine with it, but there are many people here.

So he looked at it for a few more times, but still reluctantly retracted his gaze, and lowered his eyebrows even more pleasantly: "This is too precious, I dare not accept it, thank you sir and wife for your kindness, you two wait a moment, the younger one will go get some tea. "

After Xiaoer left, Xie Jin returned the golden beans to Jiang Zhao and put them back in her purse.

"What are you doing with so many golden beans?"

Seeing that the purse was bulging, it was obvious that there were more than these few beans, Xie Jin still couldn't help asking.

Jiang Zhao said with an innocent face: "Aunt Qing Shi stuffed it when I went out, saying that it would always come in handy in case of emergency."

She was watched by Qingshi when she grew up. Although she had the name of master and servant, she got along with her in private more like relatives. Qingshi was afraid that she would not go out well, and it would be better to bring more money, so she grabbed a handful of golden beans and gave them to her. Pretend.

Hearing this, Xie Jin could only sigh inwardly for Aunt Qingshi's hard-working heart.

Not long after, Xiao Er brought tea and refreshments, and also presented a plate of melon seeds.

Jiang Zhao was used to drinking tribute tea in the palace, she only took a sip of this ordinary pot of Longjing and then stopped moving, focusing on the storyteller on the stage.

The storyteller is a Confucian student with a short beard. He looks about 40 years old. He is dressed in common clothes and wears a square scarf on his head.

What kind of story he was talking about? Jiang Zhao hadn't heard it yet, but seeing him perform hard and speak clearly, he felt that it was fresh and he was very appreciative. When he heard something exciting, he raised his hands and clapped along with the people next to him.

In addition to the storyteller on the stage, there is also a girl who plays the strings in a jingchai cloth skirt. She looks very pretty and looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, but her technique of playing the strings is already very mature. music.

After a while, the bibliography came to an end, the storyteller stepped down to drink tea, and the girl who played the strings came down with a wooden case in her hand, passing by the tables, someone waved her away, she nodded and left, someone put a few copper coins, she He bowed again and again, but he never spoke.

The tea guest at the side said: "It's not easy for Song Xiucai. His wife died young, leaving him with a dumb daughter. The father and daughter have lived together for more than ten years, and he has such a money-eating disease. If he lets go, he will be dumb. How can a daughter be born?"

Jiang Zhao heard the sound and looked over. It was two scholars at the next table who were talking.

No wonder the girl didn't speak from the beginning to the end, she didn't even thank her for the reward, so she couldn't speak.

Jiang Zhao couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, and when the girl came over with a plate, he took out two more golden beans from his purse and put them on her wooden table with a smile on his face.

The dumb girl originally had downcast eyebrows and didn't dare to look at people. When she saw two golden things suddenly appearing on the case, she was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head to look at Jiang Zhao. She opened her mouth but couldn't speak. .

"This is for you. Your father can take it to a gold shop or a bank to exchange for silver." Jiang Zhao explained in a warm voice.

The dumb girl shook her head, looking a little anxious, put the wooden case on the table, and gestured to Jiang Zhao, presumably to express the sign language used by dumb people, but Jiang Zhao couldn't understand it at all.

She subconsciously cast a look at Xie Jin for help, Xie Jin took the little girl's hand, and said softly: "If she gives it to you, you accept it, and now go to your father and ask him to exchange it for silver. Go buy some medicine."

Xie Jin also heard what the scholar next door said just now, and knew that the storyteller was ill.

Sure enough, the dumb girl hesitated after hearing this, Xie Jin said again: "Human life is at stake, money is not the only thing to care about, you should accept it first to treat your father's illness, if you want to pay back the money, it will be a long time in the future."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Zhao again, and said in a gentle voice, "My husband is compassionate, and it can be regarded as saving someone's life."

Jiang Zhao was embarrassed, but fortunately Xie Jin's words had an effect, the mute girl kowtowed to the two of them, then gestured again, and walked away quickly holding the wooden case.

The people who came to join in the fun explained to them: "I know some sign language, just now Song Yuniang was thanking you two.

The life of the father and daughter is really tight. Song Xiucai has failed many times, and his family has little Susukida. He used to write letters and sell paintings for a living. If he was not ill, he would not come here to talk about books, for fear of losing face as a scholar. Woolen cloth. "

Another person said: "This gentleman and his wife are indeed compassionate. It is the blessing of the Song family father and daughter to meet you two."

Xie Jin smiled lightly, but did not respond.

After they said a few more words, they were about to leave when suddenly a sneering voice came.

"Song Dalang's illness can't be cured by just taking two doses of medicine. Since there are people with kind hearts, it's better to help them to the end. Although they don't pay much money, Song Yuniang is considered pretty enough to be a young man in your mansion. It's also her luck!"

These words were yin and yang, which sounded harsh, and made many people frown.

But no one dared to speak out to refute.

Xie Jin's face turned cold, he pressed Jiang Zhao who was about to stand up, and glanced back, following the source of the sound, he saw a man in brocade clothes, sitting reclined on a chair, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking foolish.

Presumably this man has some status, although he uttered lies, no one dared to confront him.

Xie Jin had his back to the Son of Heaven, so naturally he would not be afraid of him, and immediately retorted: "Some people are sick and can be cured by taking medicine, but some people are sick in their bones, and it is hard to cure them."

The man was ridiculed by her, his complexion changed, he slapped the folding fan on the table with his backhand, got up and strode forward, clenched his fists and threatened sharply: "How dare you speak such wild words, do you know who I am?"

Xie Jin said: "It doesn't matter what your identity is, but talking about other people's rights and wrongs, is it a gentleman's action?"

The man sneered, swept her up and down, lifted his chin and said, "What a pretty girl with a sharp tongue, is it because I said that I want to raise your baby for your husband, so you are in a hurry?"

Without waiting for Xie Jin to refute, he said in a strange voice: "If you ask me, a woman needs to be magnanimous in order to please a man, otherwise you won't think that when you are old and young, you can still catch him Bar?"

Then he laughed.

Xie Jin was furious and was about to speak when Jiang Zhao got up to protect him behind him.

The man in brocade clothes is tall, Jiang Zhao is a little lower than him, but his aura is not inferior at all, he just raised his eyes, raised his lips and said with a smile: "What is your identity, just tell me, I'm not afraid to know, I'm afraid not Know."

The man squinted at her, and felt that although the person in front of him was feminine and handsome, his figure was so thin that he didn't look like a man, as if he could push "him" down with one hand, he couldn't help but feel a little more arrogance.

He saw that although Jiang Zhao was dressed in expensive materials, he was obviously immature and ignorant of the world. He only thought that she was a delicate young man raised in a mansion by a wealthy gentry family, and he did not regard her as the young master of an official family at all.

Thinking of her backstage, she was even more arrogant, reached out and tapped her shoulder, and said very arrogantly: "My young master is named Zhao Chengxu, and I am the grandson of the current Zuo Prime Minister. dear aunt."

Every time he mentioned a person, he poked Jiang Zhao on the shoulder, and finally withdrew his hand, still not forgetting to say in disdain: "You are so small, and you still dare to stand up for a woman, it's not enough for me to punch you, young master."

It's the Zhao family again.

Jiang Zhao's eyes were dark, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the place Zhao Chengxu poked, which really aroused his glaring.

"Zhao Heng is your grandfather, Zhao Zhiyao is your father, and Concubine Zhao is your aunt." Jiang Zhao picked up his cuffs and began to scroll.

Zhao Chengxu snorted coldly and said, "Has no one ever taught you the rules? My grandfather was the leftist on the spot, and His Majesty should treat him with three points of courtesy when he sees an old man. You dare to call him by his first name. Don't blame the young master for teaching you!"

They were arguing in front of the stage, which had already attracted a group of people to watch. The three floors inside and outside were tightly packed. Dare not speak out to persuade.

"Poor little gentleman with red lips and white teeth, he is about to be beaten into a pighead by Zhao Chengxu."

Someone muttered something in a low voice, and it reached Xie Jin's ears, making her want to laugh and worry at the same time.

Although she knew Jiang Zhao's status was precious, even Zhao Xiang himself couldn't suppress her here, but Zhao Chengxu looked like a local snake, and Chang He's two guards were not there, so she was afraid that Jiang Zhao would suffer.

"Azhao."

Xie Jin still stood up, brushed off Jiang Zhao's rolled up sleeves, and softly comforted him: "Don't be as knowledgeable as him, wait for Yuan Xiang and the others to come back."

Jiang Zhao patted the back of her hand comfortingly, and only said two words: "Don't be afraid."