Hello Chang’an

Chapter 5 Very ill

This carriage looks ordinary on the outside, but there is a "mystery" hidden inside.

The exquisite white jade teapot on the coffee table is as smooth as a mirror and crystal clear. It is extraordinary at first sight.

But this alone is not enough to attract her attention—

The girl gently picked up a teapot and saw a familiar light blue monogram on the bottom.

This tea set was one of the wedding gifts she had prepared for a close friend earlier.

Her good friend married into the Wei family of the Duke of Zheng in the capital at the age of fifteen, and all these gifts were sent to the Duke of Zheng's house that year.

So...someone from the Wei family came to Hezhou?

Who could it be?

It doesn’t matter who it is, but if you know who from the Wei family is here, you can roughly determine the purpose of the other party’s trip—

The girl looked at the furnishings in the car inch by inch, but nothing about the girl was visible.

To be able to freely use the things she gave her back then, she must be a direct descendant of the Wei family.

The Wei family only has two direct descendants. The former Zheng Guogong died early, and the eldest son Wei Qin inherited the position early. Her good friend is Zheng Guogong's wife.

Wei Yu, the second son of the Wei family, was the half-brother of Zheng Guogong and served as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Duke Zheng and Wei Qin liked the beauty of flowers and brocades, and the interior of the carriage was elegant and simple...

The carriage looks ordinary and does not have the emblem of the Wei family. It is obvious that there is no intention to reveal his identity - so, could it be that Erlang of the Wei family has been incognito?

If this is true, this trip will be unusual.

The girl thought for a moment and then made a decision.

She quickly took out a few neatly folded pieces of rough paper from her lapel, pressed them under the broken piece of silver she had just left, and then jumped out of the carriage with the boy.

Near the window on the second floor, an attendant frowned slightly and said, "Lang Jun, they have left."

Just then he saw the two teenagers, one big and one young, sneaking into Lang Jun's car. He was about to catch them and drive them away, but Lang Jun said "no need" and just stood by the window and watched with arms folded as if it had nothing to do with him. .

It should be noted that the contents in the car are not only valuable, but also contain confidential documents from the court. What if something goes wrong?

But just as the lady said - the husband is always very ill.

The young man who was "very ill" said a casual "hmm" and said "let's go". He turned around unhurriedly and led his entourage downstairs.

In early spring, the young man had black hair **** in a jade crown and a plum-colored brocade robe. He was tall and tall, with fair complexion and deep eyebrows.

This demeanor, like a lone pine on a jade mountain, seems to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding city, attracting side glances from people passing by.

The girl was hiding in the dark. Seeing such a good face and seeing him getting into the carriage, she couldn't help but look thoughtful.

Although she has never met Wei Yu, the second son of the Wei family, she has heard that he looks like Pan An, is very handsome and suave, and is in his early twenties.

But why, inexplicably, does it feel a little bit familiar?

Perhaps she had met Duke Zheng, and there must be some similarities between the direct brothers?

In this way, it can be concluded that this person is Erlang of the Wei family.

The girl felt relieved and left with the boy.

"Mr. Sir, is there anything missing?" The attendant asked in a low voice through the car curtain - even though the man was asking for the missing thing, at least he could still catch up if he chased after him at this time.

He had cleaned up so many weird messes over the years that were caused by Lang Jun's "serious illness."

But I heard a voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile: "Not only is it not less, but it is more."

The young man picked up the broken silver with his long fingers.

Immediately, he slowly unfolded the paper under the broken silver, lowered his eyes and looked at it quietly, and said with emotion: "But to give such a generous gift after a moment of retreat is really too particular."

After a moment, the broad palm opened the car curtain and looked in the direction where the two "young men" left just now.

…

At noon, the two "young men" found an inn in the city to stay and asked for two rooms.

The waiter brought hot water in, and the girl took a bath behind the landscape screen. She got out of the tub, stood barefoot, took a clean cotton towel to dry the water on her body, and took a look at the body.

She looked to be just around the age of hairpins. Although she could be considered tall, her limbs and waist were too slender and weak, and her hands and fingers were white and soft. At a glance, she could tell that she was a delicate girl raised in a boudoir.

In a nutshell, it is objective but useless.

But since he picked it up for free, it was not her turn to dislike it.

And there will always be something like strength, as long as you are willing to endure hardships and persevere.

The girl took the clean young man's robe that was placed on the screen and bought it from the clothing store when she arrived. When her left arm had just passed through the snow-white middle coat, she suddenly paused in the dressing process.

The girl's skin is fair and delicate, and the red mole on her heart is particularly eye-catching.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the red mole, and an old scene flashed before her eyes - a little beggar-like girl who had just barely learned to walk and fell into the mud with a plop, her dirty little face covered with tears.

The little girl she called A Li also had such a red mole on her heart.

But Ah Li is only four years old this year.

Putting away her thoughts, the girl continued to dress, tying and knotting her robe without squinting her eyes, her movements were as smooth as a cloud.

She wiped her wet hair with a cotton towel and walked out from behind the screen. At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Sir, the meal you requested is here."

"Come in." The girl lowered her voice.

When the waiter came in, he saw that the "young man" was wiping his hair with his back to him. His clothes were brand new, his figure was thin but upright, and he had a heroic appearance.

The waiter didn't take a closer look, but thought to himself, "This young man is indeed a rich man from some family." After setting the food, he went out.

The girl put down the cotton towel she was wiping her hair with, walked towards the dining table, and said, "Come in."

The boy who was guarding outside the room heard this and then opened the door and went in. He also washed his face and changed into clean clothes, but it was obvious that the process was in a hurry and he didn't even have time to fix his hair.

"Why have you been waiting outside?" the girl asked as she sat down.

"I'm waiting for you husband, I can't let you wait for me..." He temporarily called the girl husband, which was agreed on the way to the inn.

The girl picked up the pair of chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first."

"Shall I...shall I eat these too?"

The girl raised her eyes: "How about we order another table for you?"

"No, no!" The boy shook his head quickly: "I...I have never sat down to eat with others."

"You saved me and took me out of Zhoujiacun... gave me steamed buns to eat and new clothes to wear!" The boy pointed to the guest room next door, his expression extremely grateful, and he felt guilty for no reason: "You also let me sleep on such a soft bed. ...I, what should I do? Otherwise, otherwise..." He racked his brains to think of what he could do, but he couldn't think of an "equivalent" reward that would make him accept it with peace of mind.

It just kept saying "else, otherwise".

"Otherwise I'll break one of your legs?" the girl asked expressionlessly, "Will you feel at ease now?"

The boy's eyes widened, he opened his mouth, and stammered: "...if, if Mr. Lang really needs it..."

Girl: "..."

Not that she needed it that much.

In the end, the boy could not accept eating at the same table with her. He took a bowl, picked up some food, and squatted in the corner to eat...

After the meal, when the waiter came to clear away the dishes, I didn't have time to help the waiter clean up.

After doing all this, he stood there with his hands lowered and his eyes expectantly looking at the girl, as if waiting for her to hand out some errands - the more difficult the better.

"..." Facing those too clear eyes, the girl looked away in silence.

The boy "followed" her line of sight and saw two washed radishes in a bamboo basket on the side.

The upper room is fully prepared. There are few fruits in winter and spring, so it is common to eat radish as a fruit.

The next moment, the girl saw him coming forward and took out a cloth bag from his arms. When the bag was opened, it was his kitchen knife -

The next moment, the radish skin flew away.

Soon, a clean and shiny radish was handed to her: "Mr. Lang, here it is!"

The girl looked at the kitchen knife in his hand with some surprise.

Such knife skills—

It's a pity that it hasn't been used to kill people over the years.

She looked at the boy in front of her.

Probably when I was young, I tried to resist when I was unable to resist. After suffering the consequences of failed resistance, I no longer dared to resist when I was strong enough to resist.

People don't resist, mostly out of fear in their hearts.

Once upon a time, under that arrangement, she didn’t resist—

Not out of fear, but out of debt.

She repaid the debt of blood with her life and blood.

From now on, no one can threaten her in any way. She will only do what she wants to do and take the path she wants to take.

for example-

She didn't really want to eat this carrot.

"Too spicy, I don't like it."

"ah…"

"You can eat it yourself." The girl stood up and walked towards the bed: "I want to rest. If you are not sleepy, pay more attention to the news outside."

The boy finally waited until she opened her mouth to explain the matter. He nodded in haste and went out to close the door for her.

The girl lay down on the bed and pulled off the quilt.

She chose to stay here and asked for a room. In addition to sleeping comfortably, she also had other considerations.

There will be many people looking for them outside, whether they are from Liu Ke Lane, Zhoujia Village, or those behind Zhoujia Village.

But no matter how much trouble she puts in this time, in the eyes of the people behind the scenes, it is just a small trouble, not worthy of making a big fuss at all costs or even causing complications, so at most they can only secretly track down the whereabouts of the two of her.

Those people wouldn't have thought that someone who was supposed to be hiding would live in an inn's upper room openly. However, because of her generous actions and guidance, the waiters at the inn here were willing to regard her as "running away from home with a grudge against her family." "I want to hide away from a clean rich man outside." If anyone comes here to explore, they will definitely block it for her.

Naturally, this method can only hide for a while but not for a long time.

But those people probably didn't have much chance of keeping her hidden for too long.

She originally planned to take advantage of the chaos to leave the city today, go to Fuzhou next door, and secretly deliver the evidence and clues in her hand to an old friend.

Her old friend was an upright official. If he knew about the chaos in Hezhou, he would definitely not stand idly by.

It's just that I didn't expect that I would accidentally run into the Wei family husband who came here incognito. This would save a lot of trouble - the matter in Zhoujia Village should be solved as soon as possible.

For now, she just needs to wait for news in this inn and have a good sleep.

When your eyes close, you are plunged into darkness.

I don’t know how long it took, but a ray of extremely cold white light came out of the darkness. The light gradually grew brighter, and the white eyes were like an endless snowfield.

In the snow, the woman's black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and a cold knife slashed across her neck.

The blood spread and stained the snowfield.

When her eyes were completely covered in red, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

The sky had turned dark at some point. She raised her hand in the darkness, subconsciously touched the cold neck, and tried to turn her head and move.

Well, the neck is still there.

The girl then closed her eyes again.

…

At the same moment, someone also turned his neck.

The young man who had finished handling his official duties stood up from his desk, closed his eyes and raised a big hand to rub his temples.

"Mr. Lang, I have a secret message from the capital." He knocked on the door and came in, presenting two letters.

The young man casually opened one of the letters. The letter inside was neatly folded. When he unfolded it, he found that there was no writing on it, but a portrait of a girl.

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