[Red Mansion+Qing Chuan] The heroine comes from the last days

It was a clean middle-aged man, about 40 to [-] years old, wearing a clean blue dress.When Jiang Ling looked at him, he was taking out a money bag from his pocket, counted two dimes and handed it to the shopkeeper, and settled the tea money.

Jiang Ling didn't recognize the man, nor the shopkeeper.

But at that time, there were only four words left in her mind: fair face without beard.

The middle-aged man's face was smooth and clean, more detailed than the proprietress next to the shopkeeper.When he spoke, his Adam's apple moved slightly, obviously he was male and not female.But this man seemed too clean.

Apart from the four words "face white and needless", there is no other word that can accurately describe his appearance.

Jiang Ling stared blankly for a while, and suddenly felt his throat was a little dry.She touched the tea bowl at hand, the rim of the bowl was hot, obviously it was not drinkable tea.She subconsciously leaned to the side again, covering her figure with the shadow of the curtain, and looked out quietly.

The white-faced, beardless man had already settled the tea money, and was standing beside a young man, whispering something.The man was about 27 or [-] years old, with anger hidden between his brows, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was gouging this way with a knife.

Although he knew he wasn't looking at him, Jiang Ling couldn't help but shiver, and turned sideways to avoid the man's gaze.

Afterwards, she silently counted to ten in her heart, and glanced over there from the corner of her eye.

The two men in front of the teahouse hadn't left yet. The middle-aged man was bowing his body, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, trying to explain something.The younger one raised his eyebrows and walked over here.Under the brocade and jade belt, there is a bunch of bright yellow silk ribbons.

--Oops.

If this wasn't the Qing Dynasty, but some other weird superficial dynasty, Jiang Ling wouldn't be so nervous.But what she saw and heard today, together with the middle-aged man with white face and beardless, and the bundle of bright yellow silk sash, immediately set off alarm bells in her heart.

The white-faced and beardless middle-aged man is most likely a eunuch who has passed away.

The man who dared to use the bright yellow silk sash was either the emperor himself or an adult prince living outside the palace.

But no matter which one it is, it is not something Jiang Ling can provoke now.

She leaned back into the shadow of the curtain again, reducing her presence to a minimum.The man before had already walked in front of the garment workshop, nodded to the eunuch beside him, and said in a low voice, "Go", and then Jiang Ling heard a soft male voice:

"Shopkeeper, we have something to ask you, come out."

The shopkeeper in the garment workshop is a middle-aged man, who is also the husband of the elderly embroiderer just now.When he heard someone calling him outside, he wiped his hands and walked out.The pale-faced and beardless father-in-law stepped forward and asked the shopkeeper a few words in a low voice. The shopkeeper's face immediately changed, and he waved his hands again and again, pretending that he didn't know.

The father-in-law was a little dissatisfied, and raised his tone slightly: "But the material of the clothes clearly came from you."

The shopkeeper looked at the man cautiously, he was still standing there with his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, and there was a hint of power without anger.Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, the man opened his mouth and said lightly: "Report the price in your workshop."

He was quite condescending, obviously he was used to being in a high position for a long time, and he couldn't be a normal guest.

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, and reported the prices in the workshop one by one.When reporting a very rare material, the man suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he was sneering.The middle-aged father-in-law next to him wiped his sweat again, his face turned pale.

After the prices in the workshop were reported one by one, the man nodded and said, "That's right." After saying that, he turned and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the man glanced behind the curtain, landed on Jiang Ling's clothes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Is this the embroiderer from your workshop? Or today's guest?"

Jiang Ling was startled, then embarrassed.

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why this man who was suspected to be the emperor himself, or an adult prince, would suddenly point her out and look at her suspiciously and indifferently.She rubbed her fingers subconsciously, and a chill appeared on her fingertips.

The shopkeeper glanced this way, then smiled apologetically, "It's a guest from Today's Workshop."

The man gave a faint oh, and took two steps to this side, suddenly remembered something, turned sideways, so that Jiang Ling could not see his face, and then asked in that indifferent voice: "Look The color of your clothes seems to be a maid in the Rongguo Mansion?"

Jiang Ling secretly groaned in his heart.Jia's family has a big business, so the maids naturally have uniform clothes.She only took half a day off today, and hurried out to buy gold embroidery thread for Lin Daiyu, so she didn't have time to change into her own clothes.At this time, the man saw through it at a glance, so he could only pretend to be anxious, shrunk his shoulders back, and replied softly: "Yes, I don't know this master..."

The man snorted softly, looked down at Jiang Ling, but only saw a thin and small body, at most eleven or twelve years old, and looked a little malnourished.He was never used to remembering a woman's appearance, so he asked directly: "Have you ever served your second master?"

Jiang Ling was stunned.The father-in-law next to him was also stunned.

The father-in-law was so anxious that he wiped his sweat over and over again.It was clearly late autumn, but his neckline was already soaked with sweat.While winking at the man, the father-in-law looked at Jiang Ling from the corner of his eye, and said as a remedy: "Don't be afraid, tell the truth. We are just... we are just asking, haha, but It's a random question."

Jiang Ling faintly realized something in his heart, squeezed his throat and said: "No, I never served the second master."

The man hummed lightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.But after a while, he seemed to think of something again, and continued to ask: "Then your second master, do you like to use japonica rice porridge?"

——What kind of plot is this?

Jiang Ling racked his brains and couldn't figure out whether there was such a plot in Dream of the Red Chamber.Originally, the era of Dream of Red Mansions was quite long ago, and she could remember the general outline vaguely, which was considered pretty good.As for whether the second master likes to use japonica rice porridge, this...

It's so hard for her.

Jiang Ling thought for a while, then lowered her head, and said in a soft voice: "This servant has never served the second master, so I don't know whether the second master likes to use japonica rice porridge." She was afraid that the man would remember her voice , I deliberately changed to a sharp and thin voice, trying to be different from my original timbre.After saying that, he changed the subject and said in a soft voice: "The servant was only sold into the mansion a few days ago."

The man raised his eyebrows and gave a soft oh, as if he was a little disappointed.

Jiang Ling lowered her head, rubbed her fingertips repeatedly, and counted from one to twenty, and then heard the man continue: "That's really unfortunate. But I don't know that the wives and girls in Jia's mansion usually What kind of rice do you use to make porridge?"

Jiang Ling thought for a while and guessed that this question was harmless, so he replied: "The wives and girls use mostly green rice."

As soon as the word "bijing rice" came out, the man let out a soft moan again, and the sharp look between his brows disappeared slightly.He nodded to the father-in-law beside him, then turned and walked outside, leaving the poor father-in-law a big mess.

Wiping his sweat, the father-in-law stuffed two cents of silver into Jiang Ling's hand, and whispered: "Remember, you have never seen our master today, and you have never seen me. The food in your house The degree of wearability can be known by simply inquiring about it on the street, so what you said today was not said by yourself, but our master asked the idlers on the street to find it out, do you remember it?"

Jiang Ling took the silver in his hand, a little dumbfounded.

Is she... being paid a hush money?

Immediately afterwards, the father-in-law went out again, gave the shopkeeper a 20 taels of silver ingot, and repeated the above words.The shopkeeper was much better than Jiang Ling, and after a while, he guessed that there was a nobleman visiting, he groaned non-stop, and patted his chest to promise that he would never reveal the man's whereabouts.The father-in-law took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat again, straightened his sweat-soaked neckline, trotted after him, and said in a low voice:

"Master, the House of Internal Affairs..."

The words that followed were all lost in the air.

Jiang Ling rubbed his fingers with some fear, left the two dimes of silver with the shopkeeper, and exchanged it for two slings of copper coins.The shopkeeper took her silver and crushed it together with his own silver ingots with a twister, then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "In your Rongguo Mansion, there are too many things, and you mixed them up a few days ago. Entered a case of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you want me to say, the second master is used to rich people, and even eats green rice for his daily meals. How could he do it for... Hey..." The last few words already contained It's vague, I can't hear clearly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling felt a little relieved.

The shopkeeper continued: "Since the 17th year of Kangxi, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has..."

Jiang Ling suddenly trembled, eyes widened and asked: "Kangxi 17th year?!"

The shopkeeper gave her a strange look: "Isn't it just the year before last, you've been living in a muddle."

Jiang Ling hissed softly, pinching the cold silver scale, feeling a little scared in his heart.The 17th year of Kangxi was the year before, and now it is the 19th year of Kangxi. The 27-year-old royal man is either Prince Yu Fuquan or Emperor Kangxi himself.

Coupled with the bright yellow silk sash just now, it is not difficult to deduce the identity of the man.

Aixinjue Luo Xuanye.

Her face turned pale all of a sudden.

The only good thing is that Jiang Ling deliberately squeezed his throat to speak just now.