Chapter 275 The Daughter of the Sinful Minister 23
The old lady laughed angrily: "Do you still need to eat and drink well?"
Xining also smiled: "Then let's have good food and drink, and time will drag on slowly, one step at a time."
The old lady thought for a while and turned to the eldest lady: "There is no ice at home, and the heat will be unbearable soon. Otherwise, I should take Xin'er to Yangzhou to spend the summer."
Hiding to Yangzhou was one way, but the eldest lady shook her head: "Now that the master's matter has not completely settled, I might leave Beijing at this time..."
For fear of running away with a guilty conscience, she didn't come back from the other rooms. Now it's really inappropriate for the old lady to leave with the eldest lady.
The old lady sighed slightly: "Then let's hold off for now."
Matchmaker Zhao arrived at the door of Gu's house early in the morning and had been squatting there for several days. She didn't dare to go back, so she could only continue to waste time. If we go further, the media center will be located in front of Gu Mansion.
Unlike the previous days when the door was closed, the door was actually open.
The sitting concierge immediately greeted him with a smile: "Matchmaker Zhao, come on, come on, sit down!"
He also shouted inside: "Matchmaker Zhao is here, greet her quickly."
Several servants came out carrying tables and chairs and placed them in the shade by the side door. The two women dragged Matchmaker Zhao there and asked her to sit down.
Then everything was brought to the table, such as earthenware bowls, kettles, and actually two flatbreads and two corn buns, which were enough to eat and drink even if they were placed on the table.
Matchmaker Zhao sat there and stared.
The concierge poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Matchmaker Zhao: "Don't dislike it. The Gu family is poor now. Even the master gnaws on steamed buns all day long. There are only two dishes on the table and no meat or fish. The old lady said, We can't agree to this marriage. If Matchmaker Zhao doesn't want to leave, she can't neglect her. Who is Matchmaker Zhao? She is a well-known official matchmaker, and she handles the marriages of half of the dignitaries in the capital."
After talking for a long time, Matchmaker Zhao was stunned for a while. After everyone left, she was left sitting alone at the Eight Immortals table at the side door.
I happened to be thirsty, so I picked up the bowl and took a sip. Well, the tea was so thick, it might as well be worth a copper plate in a country tea shop. Flatbreads and corn buns, when had Matchmaker Zhao ever eaten such whole grains?
At three o'clock in the morning, a passerby passed by and saw Matchmaker Zhao, the number one matchmaker in the capital, sitting under the eaves nearby, with tea and food on the table. When they looked up and saw that the plaque was Gu Mansion, they all laughed.
Matchmaker Zhao sat there for another day. Seeing that it was getting dark, she had no choice but to go back. As soon as I turned the corner, I was stopped by several tall people.
When Matchmaker Zhao saw it, she was so frightened that her face turned red and turned pale: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang!"
Zhang Zhong stared and asked coldly: "How did the matchmaker go?"
"Oh, my lord!" Matchmaker Zhao called out, and wiped the bright red Luopa on her tearless eyelids: "The Gu family doesn't know what is good, so just let me in. You too You see, I stay there every day and I really do my job well, 嘤嘤嘤..."
"Okay!" Zhang Zhong shouted impatiently: "Come to Fusi, Beizhen, tomorrow morning."
"Ah?" Matchmaker Zhao's legs softened upon hearing this, and she knelt down: "Master Zhang, please forgive me, I won't go, I won't go!"
"I'm going to go even if I don't want to go." Zhang Zhong touched his chin and said with a deep and sinister tone, "Isn't it that I don't want to talk about it? Let's just talk about it and just give the betrothal gift!"
"Huh?" Matchmaker Zhao raised her head and widened her eyes. Is this considered a marriage robbery?
Zhang Zhong returned to Fusi, Beizhen, and went to Zhao Prison to find Xu Mian.
Xu Mian happened to be interrogating the prisoner. Of course, he didn't have to do anything, as his subordinates specialized in executions handled the matter.
This time it was a bit too much. Old Man Qian was also there, applying black ointment to stop the bleeding on the prisoners who were covered with whip marks.
After Zhang Zhong saluted, Xu Mian, who was wearing an orange flying fish suit, sat on a bench and asked leisurely: "How did things go?"
It's not going well, it's quite unsatisfactory... Zhang Zhong bit the bullet and said: "Please don't worry, sir, I will go and place the betrothal gift tomorrow." When asking for a marriage, there are three matchmakers and six betrothals, and the six betrothal gifts are called six rites. This Zhang Zhong was actually good, he skipped ahead and went to the next job.
Xu Mian's lips curled up slightly: "How much is the betrothal gift?"
Zhang Zhong thought this was a good opportunity: "Sir, don't worry, my subordinates will make arrangements."
Xu Mian said nothing, Zhang Zhong could only wait there.
Old Man Qian sighed while applying the medicine: "When it comes to marriage, the woman always emphasizes civility over military affairs, and the guards and military generals are often ignored. It is not unknown to you, whether it is the general flag of Xiaoqi, or the school captain who is on duty in the palace, The strong men and school commanders shook their heads like rattles before they agreed. Even if they agreed, the marriage would be delayed again and again. "< br>
Old Man Qian continued to apply medicine to the unconscious prisoner's bone-deep wound, and complained: "I'm not talking about you, but what kind of whip do you use? There are so many tricks, they are effective, and it doesn't take much effort."
A cold sneer: "You guys, if you can't compare to Mr. Xu, please be more careful and don't keep asking me to extend your life, which will disgrace you. Here, no matter how the trial is, as long as we want him to die, he will only Can live!”
"Yes, that's what you said!" The Jin Yiwei who was executing the execution had only good words to say. Old Man Qian is a thief. If he is unhappy, he won't save him even if he says he won't.
Xu Mian stood up: "I leave this to you."
"Congratulations, Your Excellency!" The royal guards bowed.
After Xu Mian left, Old Man Qian said with a bit of yin and yang, "Master Xu hasn't done anything in person for a long time. Master Zhang, if things don't go well this time, be careful that Master Xu uses you to practice~"
Zhang Zhong's expression suddenly changed and he left.
The black ointment slowly spread all over the scarred body. After applying the medicine, Old Man Qian looked with satisfaction at the prisoner, who was almost completely black but still breathing weakly: "Should we give him a two-day reprieve, or should we continue the trial?"
After Zhang Zhong went out, the first thing he did was ask everyone in Beizhen Fusi for their share of the money.
Qianhu was also asked for it, and he was the first to ask for it because he had a high official position.
Qianhu couldn't help but feel angry and amused: "What are you doing? Mr. Xu is marrying a wife. How can anyone else provide a betrothal gift?"
"Mr. Xu, you don't have time. Please give it to me quickly. At worst, you won't have to give it to me again during the wedding banquet." Zhang Zhong used the excuse and said in a very strong tone.
"How much?" Qianhu picked up the money bag.
"Master Qianhu, please stop talking about five hundred taels!" Zhang Zhongshi said loudly.
Qianhu was speechless for a moment, and after a while he took out a stack of banknotes, counted most of them, and stuffed them into Zhang Zhong's hand: "Here, we agreed, we don't need to give you the wedding wine!"
"Okay, okay!" Zhang Zhong happily counted the banknotes, put them in his arms after counting, and continued to collect others.
Early the next morning, the concierge opened the door and sat on a bench on one side of the door, waiting for Matchmaker Zhao to come over.
A bullock cart stopped at the door, and Matchmaker Zhao was standing beside the cart.
There were eight red lacquer boxes on the car, covered with red cloth, and there were many strong men coming...
The concierge felt something bad and jumped up immediately, going to close the door, but an embroidered spring knife was inserted when the door was about to close, and it was forced against the door, and then the door was kicked open.
(End of chapter)