Chapter 30 Snow dyed in light dust
After leaving Zhao Wanchang's house, Jiang Shouzhong asked Zhang Yunwu to go home first to comfort his daughter-in-law Wen Zhaodi.
I took the useless Master Jia and went to Wen Laoba to ask.
Wen Laoba is a coachman who lives on Yuming Street.
Different from the exclusive horsemen who are employed by dignitaries or wealthy businessmen, he specializes in this business and uses his own carriage to make a living pulling passengers and freight.
However, Wen Laoba was not at home.
After asking, I learned that the other party took a long-distance order four days ago and went to Yucheng County, Yuzhou to deliver the goods.
This trip back will take about seven or eight days at least.
The clues are blocked again.
However, I accidentally got a clue while asking my neighbors.
Wen Laoba is also a gambler.
Although they have a normal relationship with Ge Dasheng, the two often hang out at Yunchu Gambling House.
Lu Renjia, tired of running around, took Jiang Shouzhong to a tea stall to rest.
Looking at Jiang Shouzhong, who was frowning, Lu Renjia asked cautiously: "Xiao Jiang, why do I feel that the direction of our investigation is a little skewed now? You don't really doubt..."
"Who?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked at him.
Lu Renjia said in a dull voice: "You know very well that there is no need to play riddles with me."
Jiang Shouzhong took a sip from the covered cup and said in a faint tone:
" I didn’t let Lao Zhang come, just because I wanted to tell you everything. Of course, the truth has not been revealed, everything is just a guess.”
Lu Renjia’s expression was extremely ugly.
Jiang Shouzhong sighed softly and smiled bitterly: "Lao Jia, I said that even you doubted her, how could I not doubt her."
Lu Renjia gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said:
< br>"Master A, let me tell you, I don't care about other people's gossip, but if you, the kid, throw dirty water on your younger siblings, don't blame Master A for being ruthless and cutting ties with you!"
Lu Renjia After all, I don’t want to think about the worst.
He really likes that younger brother and sister.
The love here is not between a man and a woman, but simply happy that Lao Zhang has married a virtuous wife.
"Haha, you still cut off the robe to judge the meaning. Do you have the word "righteousness"?"
Jiang Shouzhong rolled his eyes.
Hearing this, Lu Renjia, who always flaunted his moral integrity in the world, became angry. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "Master Jia, why don't I have the word 'righteousness'? Please speak clearly! You must speak clearly." !”
Jiang Shouzhong sneered, “Let’s not talk about the distant ones, let’s talk about the close ones. On the 6th of last month, you said you wanted to invite me and Lao Zhang to drink. We drank enough, and you peed in advance. I escaped, but I settled the bill in the end.
On the 14th of last month, we went to catch monsters, but on the way you went to repair the hut for the young lady in Chunyu Tower. Lao Zhang and I almost died of exhaustion.
On the first of this month, in order to support Qing Niang, you lied to us that you were going to catch monsters. In the end, you almost pissed off a powerful young man in the capital, but you didn't trick us to death..."
Jiang Shouzhong counted them one by one with his fingers,
"Also, half of the public funds given by your boss were used by you to buy rouge and gouache to give to the young ladies in Chunyulou. Lao Zhang and I wanted to drink when we were free. I can’t even order a good drink..."
Lu Renjia’s face turned from black to green, then from green to purple, and then turned red.
Snap!
He slapped the tea table so hard that the owner of the tea stall not far away shivered in fright. He cursed in his heart, but hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face, "Master, doesn't this tea suit your taste?"< br>
Master A shook his sleeves, threw two shabby copper plates and clattered on the table, glared at Jiang Shouzhong and said proudly: "Master A, I'll buy the tea today!"
The tea stall owner said cautiously: "Master, this tea costs six cents in total."
"Six...six cents?"
Master Jia was stunned.
Jia continued to touch the money with a cold face.
But after searching all over, I really couldn’t find even half a copper.
I also returned the one tael of silver I got for the blind date, so I twisted my neck and glared at the tea stall owner, "How much?"
"Six... ah no, just two cents. .”
The tea stall owner was also very discerning and quickly changed his tune.
Master Jia snorted coldly, pointed at the two copper plates on the table, then pointed at himself, and said angrily to Jiang Shouzhong: "Don't look down on Master A, this tea... I'll buy it!"
After saying that, he turned around with a flourish of his sleeves and a majestic posture. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back, drank the unfinished tea in one gulp, and even sucked a few tea leaves into his mouth. He glared at Jiang Shouzhong and reiterated:
" I please!”
Then he waved his sleeves and left again.
Jiang Shouzhong ignored the wealthy Mr. Jia's angry departure and silently looked at the pedestrians walking on the street with a warm tea bowl in his hand, his eyes wandering along with the thoughts in his mind.
After the tea in the bowl was finished, he took out four cents and put it on the table, then went to the six doors.
Well, it’s better to bite the bullet and ask the dead.
Jiang Shouzhong decided to use his "psychic" ability to try his luck in the cold warehouse where Ge Dasheng's body was stored at the six doors.
——
Because the imperial court wanted to build a new courtyard, Liumen deliberately vacated the Meixiang Courtyard on the north side as the office location of the new courtyard.
The study room where Ran Qingchen works is here.
Not far from Hanku.
Open the window and you can see several old plum trees planted in the courtyard. Every winter, the plum blossoms are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing, which is quite pleasant.
Retracting his gaze from the twisting and circling tree trunks of different shapes, Ran Qingchen, who was wearing a green skirt, murmured: "Proud and independent in the cold wind and autumn, forever in the world to warm my heart. I don't know if it warms my heart, sitting here The scenery is very cold."
"If Qingchen doesn't like this room, he might as well go to the west courtyard. There is a blue wave pool there, which is less gloomy than the cold warehouse near the pile of dead people."
In the study, the young man in brocade clothes smiled.
The second son of the Minister of Rites, Yang Zhongyou, undoubtedly has a good child.
His temples are as sharp as a knife, his nose is like hanging gallbladders, and his eyes are like bright stars. Even the imperial concubine praised Erlang Yang for his "natural charm between his brows" during a chat.
If it were just a good skin, that would be it. This Second Young Master Yang was not only talented in literature, he even had good swordsmanship.
When he was eleven years old, he was accepted as a disciple by the "Four-Eyed Master" of the Kujian Sect. Gun" He Weishan.
Among these young talents in the capital, although he is not as bright as Murong Nan, he is still famous.
Ran Qingchen is among the best among his suitors.
Hearing the word "Qingchen" called "Qingchen", Ran Qingchen frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, a plum blossom was blown toward the window by the cold wind.
The plum blossoms are as thin as cicada wings, falling with desire.
Ran Qingchen reached out to catch it.
Looking at the petals as white as snow in the palm of my hand, the woman's cold autumn eyes appeared a little dazed.
The petals are like her.
No matter how charming she is, no matter how she escapes with the help of the wind, she can never escape from the palm of her hand.
Inexplicably, she remembered the name that she had erased with her pen... and that figure that should have been familiar, but was extremely strange.
"You blame me too."
Ran Qingchen laughed at himself, feeling some guilt quietly in his heart.
Yang Zhongyou stared longingly at the peerless beauty standing quietly in front of the window, not concealing the love in his eyes at all, only imagining that he could spend a lifetime with her in the future.
Although I heard that the Ran family had privately married Ran Qingchen.
Married to a little dark light.
Not to mention whether it is true or false, even if it is true, he will not care.
As long as the other person is not a dazzling talent like Murong Nan, but a small dim light in the market, he will not take it seriously.
How can such a pearl be covered in dust in the market?
“It’s snowing.”
The woman murmured softly.
Yang Zhongyou was finally willing to look out the window.
Goose feathers and heavy snow fell.
The snow is stained with light dust.
Thank you for the reward from your friend’s wife
(End of this chapter)