After being reborn, being alone as a queen

After a few days, the sky finally cleared and the Silkworm Flower Fair was held smoothly.

The street market is very lively, the river is full of various paintings and activities are being held, and the shore is full of all kinds of people.

Two furtive figures shuttled through the crowd, dressed plainly, one covered his face with his hand, the other with a folding fan, only revealing a pair of charming eyes like silk.

The young man who covered his face with his hands looked a little embarrassed. After looking around, he tugged on the sleeve of the person in front of him and said, "Second, Second Master!"

The person in front turned his head, and slapped him with a folding fan backhand: "I told you to call me son when you go out! What second master!"

Yang Zihuo withdrew his hand abruptly, and blew: "Young master, Shi Ziye ordered you not to go out during this period of time, is it really okay for you to sneak out like this?"

However, after Yang Zihuo finished speaking, he suddenly realized that this seemed to be in line with the second master's style of conduct.

Xie Jin stared ahead, hearing nothing

He can't be like a boudoir lady who hasn't left the cabinet yet, there are many things waiting for him to do.

"If you are afraid of punishment, you can go back now. You just need to tell your elder brother that this matter is my idea. Elder brother always handles things fairly, so I won't blame you." Xie Jin said

Yang Zihuo's complexion changed, and the young man's eyes turned red in an instant: "Second... Young Master! What are you talking about! This slave grew up with you! The slave is worried that you will be punished when you go back. What are you doing? Think of a slave like that!"

Xie Jin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and at the moment when he met his teary eyes, he seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

When did Prime Minister Li Yuan, who was so powerful in the court hall, face such a subordinate who was about to cry at a single sentence, he was at a loss for a while, and said: "You, don't cry! My son is not what you think..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit by someone

The man was wearing a light blue scarf and a pale blue shirt with washed-out colors. He had a handsome appearance and a tall and straight figure like a cedar. face.

At first impression, he looked like a poor scholar who was a bit down and out.

He glanced at Xie Jin, adjusted his hat and said, "Sorry."

After speaking, he hurried forward

Xie Jin froze on the spot, forgetting to hold him

To others, this face may look like a long-standing face, or it may be plain, but to Xie Jin...

Yang Zihuo leaned over: "Young Master? Are you okay? But where did you hit? Today, the Silkworm Flower Fair city gate is wide open, and many people are also pouring in from nearby towns, so it's best to be careful."

Xie Jin shook his head: "No problem."

Yang Zihuo looked at the direction where the scholar disappeared, and frowned: "That man is a bit strange."

Xie Jin frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zihuo rubbed his chin: "It's not the period of scientific research. How can there be such a poor scholar in the capital? The Guozijian is stricter than the big family. During these days, who has seen the students of the Imperial College wandering outside? And the servant looked at the man just now, although he looked poor, but his waist was straight and loose, which didn't seem like a student. Li takes pleasure in bullying the children of the poor family, how could there be such a poor family scholar, even if there were, he would have been kicked out of the capital long ago."

Xie Jin looked at him sideways: "You know the Imperial College very well?"

But he didn't think so in his heart, he just lamented that this young man really had extraordinary observation skills

That man was indeed not a humble scholar.

Yang Zihuo looked back at him with an innocent face: "Of course, my lord, you forgot, wasn't that how you were in the Imperial College?"

Xie Jin: "..."

He thought to himself, how could he survive without being beaten to death by his master if he can't speak.

The two walked forward together for a while, and a group of people walked towards them, carrying an exquisite soft sedan chair, staggering over, surrounded by people playing gongs and drums, and behind the sedan chair were a dozen or so people dressed in The girl in the gauze skirt is very lively.

The ostentation is not smaller than ordinary weddings, but it is different from the wedding team.

A breeze carrying peach blossoms blew by, and the curtain of the soft sedan was blown up, revealing half of the side face of the woman sitting in the soft sedan. After a long while, the woman seemed to have noticed Xie Jin's gaze turned back

Three thousand black silk tied a flying fairy bun on the head, two strands of temple hair slid down the cheeks, icy muscles and jade bones seemed to be broken by blowing bullets, and the thin willow eyebrows seemed to be spring white snow

Almond eyes and sandal mouth, lips like crimson spots, crescent eyebrows slightly frowned, seeming to have infinite melancholy and melancholy.

It was another acquaintance, Xie Jin only glanced at it and then looked away.

As everyone knows, the beauty in the sedan chair is still looking at him.

Seeing her staring at one place intently, the maid beside the sedan chair couldn't help but step forward and said, "Miss? What are you looking at?"

She followed the woman's line of sight, and there were crowds of people in the market, no one in particular.

The woman finally looked away, shook her head, and the steps on her hair made a tinkling sound

"I saw a very strange boy."

The servant girl was at a loss: "Strange? What do you think Miss said?"

But the woman couldn't tell, she always felt that the boy seemed to have a strange familiarity with herself.

Although there is no similarity in appearance, the eyes are very similar to the person she loves.

But that person... is already dead.

As she thought about it, her anxiety became more and more serious.

Yang Zihuo gave a 'tsk': "I didn't expect that the woman selected this year would be the lady of Taifu Li's family, but yes, the lady in Beijing is the most lady-like temperament, gentle and quiet, a model for marrying a wife Ah, this should be the last time she was chosen."

Xie Jin's face was calm and breezy, and he fanned the folding fan gently at his waist, but his eyes were searching the crowd for the person dressed as the scholar just now

He hesitated for a moment just now, but forgot to hold him back.

Judging by his expression, he seems to be in a hurry?What are you in a hurry to do?Could it be that something happened?

Hearing the words, he asked casually: "Why do you say that? Taifu Li's daughter is knowledgeable and sensible. She has been selected many times in previous years. Why is this the last time?"

Yang Zi was puzzled: "Don't you know, my lord? During the time you were in the palace, His Majesty gave a marriage order to that Miss Li. The other party seems to be the son of the servant of the household department, and she will get married in a month or so." , Silkworm Flower will be selected to be a silkworm fairy. The woman needs to be a young girl, and this will not be the last time."

Xie Jin was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously said: "Why?"

Marriage?

Your Majesty will never do such a bastard thing.

Yang Zihuo: "Why not? The imperial decree has come down, and there can still be fakes, but the son of the servant of the household department has never been contaminated by Fengyue, and he is one of the few honest people among the rich and powerful. This marriage may be good. Woolen cloth."

Xie Jin thought about it, and it was the same reason.

But now he still has business to do, he paused, knowing that wandering around like this is not an option

Yang Zihuo then stopped: "Young Master, what's the matter? Where are we going?"

Xie Jin made up his mind and tapped his palm with the fan: "Tongque Street entrance."

Yang Zi confused face: "?"

But he didn't talk too much

Tongque Street is a special street in central Beijing. What makes it special? This street is extremely wide, even better than the main street in the capital, but it is not the main street.

Here are all kinds of magnificent mansions bestowed by the emperor

Prince's Mansion, Marquis' Mansion, Shangshu's Mansion, General's Mansion...

Either rich or expensive

It is a street that the common people are afraid of

Two people standing at the intersection of the street

Yang Zihuo asked curiously, "My lord, are you waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for?"

Xie Jin fanned him on top of his head: "Don't talk too much."

Yang Zihuo patted his head and didn't say much.

If you can't find that person on the street, you can only go to his only way to block people, Xie Jin thought so.

Sure enough, not long after, he saw the light blue approaching from far away, his face was still as eager as before, and he was still holding a bag of something in his hand.

But the traffic at the street was not small, he didn't notice Xie Jin, master and servant, who was about to enter from the street in a hurry

Xie Jin rushed over without saying a word, grabbed his sleeve, and before he could speak, he saw the man turn around and said impatiently: "Thank you little brother, I don't go to brothels, and I don't buy discounted rice and white noodles."

After finishing speaking, he pulled back his sleeves and entered Tongque Street

Xie Jin's face was numb, it seems that he was mistaken for a small official sent by Fengyue to solicit customers...

Yang Zihuo sympathized and said: "Young master, if you want to be more open, at least it shows that the young master affirms your appearance! Think about it, ordinary people can't be a petty official with the appearance of ordinary people? Isn't it?"

"..." Xie Jin was speechless, he was really not comforted at all.

Now it's really impossible to chase, you can see Zhongyonghou's mansion when you enter this street.

Yang Zihuo caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eyes, and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! Young Master!"

Xie Jin turned his head, looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a man wearing a ghost mask going into a small alley in the distance

"What?" Xie Jin asked

"Ghost market! The ghost market is open!"

Yang Zihuo's tone was very excited

However, as a member of the imperial court, he had never heard of ghost markets or anything like that.

Xie Jin stopped in his tracks: "Where is the ghost city?"

Yang Zihuo was stunned: "Don't you know, my lord? It's the underground market, which opens every three years, usually only on Qingming Festival and Shangyuan Festival, which are less auspicious festivals, and it has everything in it."

"Everything? Like?"

"I've heard people say that there used to be a gambler in Beijing who was beaten to death because of his debts. He was thrown in that alley just as the ghost market was opening. A few days later, the gambler was alive. Come out, but in the ghost market, you must pay the price for what you ask, but I don’t know what the gambler exchanged with the people in the ghost market.”

Xie Jin sneered: "Isn't this simple? How did that person change after he came out alive?"

Yang Zihuo thought for a while, and slapped his thigh: "Yes! After the gambler came out, he broke two legs! But the people in the gambling shop beat him like that, and the broken legs are reasonable, right? lived for a few years, and then died.”

Xie Jin took a look at Yang Zihuo, and said something in his words: "How did it break? Or was the disability cut off? Normally, if he was beaten, his leg would be injured. Even if there is no cure, his leg It will be intact on the body, if the legs are gone, it will be unreasonable anyway."

Yang Zihuo suddenly realized: "That's right! His legs were cut off from the position of the thighs! At the beginning, I was still surprised that this capital city is under the feet of the emperor after all, and the people in the gambling shop did such an amazing job!"

Xie Jin looked away: "This is probably the price he paid for his life."

Yang Zihuo suddenly remembered that the man who just turned into the alley had a mask with green face and fangs on his face, and he shuddered abruptly.

Xie Jin rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and looked at the bottomless alley for a while, Yang Zihuo thought he was thinking about something terrible, so he listened to him say

"You said, did this place pay taxes to the government when it opened in the capital?"

"..."

Yang Zihuo wanted to fall headfirst to the ground, in such a horrible place, even if people wanted to pay taxes, the government would dare to collect them!

Xie Jin turned his head and looked over suddenly, with a smile on his lips: "Why don't we go in and have a look?"

Yang Zihuo burst into tears in his heart, can the slave refuse... 嘤嘤