In November in Beijing, the weather is already cold and gloomy.

There were clouds all over the place early in the morning, and the wind blew so much that pedestrians on the street shrank their heads and hunched their shoulders as they walked.

A carriage stopped in front of a house near the city gate, interrupting the two women who were standing in front of the corner gate talking.

"Banqin." The maid saw him and waved with a smile.

The girl in brocade who got off a carriage raised her hands and put on her hood, also smiling.

Seeing her coming, the little girl standing next to the maid immediately turned around and left.

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet." The maid said with some surprise. Looking at the little girl's back, she continued, "If you have anything to do, come to me in the store. Don't come to the house."

The little girl lowered her head, not knowing whether she heard it or not, and turned the corner in a hurry and disappeared.

"The new girl? Did I scare her? Why did she run away?" The girl came over and smiled, looking at the little girl who was missing.

"Yes, your reputation as a cook is so big that it's very scary." The maid smiled and held her hand, "I'm not a new girl. She's here to see Mr. Silang. You are from Jiangzhou.

."

"Are we from Jiangzhou?" The girl was surprised, "Who is it?"

"Speaking of which, she has a great reputation." The maid smiled, "She is the maid of Madam Zhu, the courtesan in the capital."

The girl's face suddenly darkened.

"Sister, don't dare to mess around. How can Mr. Shiro associate with prostitutes?" she said.

"Being a girl of the Zhang family has taught me the Taoism." The maidservant smiled.

"Sister, it wouldn't be good for Mr. Shiro if this spread." The girl said, "It's not like you don't know."

"Yes, I know that Mr. Silang has no friendship with Mrs. Zhu. This little girl doesn't come here much. She is a kidnapped little girl from Jiangzhou. She met Mr. Silang by chance two years ago and has no contact with her on a daily basis. This time I got it.

I know Mr. Shiro has come to Beijing, so I just came to see you once." The maid said.

The girl relaxed a little and looked at the direction the little girl left.

"Why do I think she ran away in fear when she saw me?" she said.

"So I was scared by you." The maid said, pulling her in and dropping the subject, "Why do you have so much time to spare today?"

"It's not because a group of Banqin suddenly appeared in the capital, and I, Zhang Banqin, are useless." The girl snorted, "I'm so idle that I can't even get the reward, so I can only come to your place to make a living."

The maid giggled, leaning forward and back, and pulled her in.

There was still laughter inside the door.

At the wall on the other side of the alley, Chun Ling cautiously looked over, her face filled with shock. She reached out and patted her heart, biting her lower lip.

This Banqin has seen himself...

Although several years have passed, I wonder if I will still recognize myself.

Chun Ling's heartbeat was pounding, and she put her hand on her face.

At the age of twelve, she is now described as having grown, but the general outline will not change, so she has to be careful.

If she recognized herself, that woman would be cunning and cruel, and would kill without batting an eye. She and her sister would not be allowed to survive in the first place, and she would not let him go now.

She is not afraid of death, but is afraid that her death will be in vain.

Chun Ling looked back at the house and carriage here, and felt the cold water when she raised her head.

It's snowing.

She lowered her head and walked away quickly.

"It's snowing!"

Cheng Qiniang opened the car curtain and shouted.

"Hurry up, it's freezing."

Mrs. Cheng Er immediately shouted and pulled Cheng Qiniang back, holding the hand stove in her hand and stepping on the foot stove, her face was still blue from the cold.

"What a suffering!" she shouted, raising the curtain again, "How far is it to the inn?"

"Madam, there are still five or six miles of land." said a follower.

Five or six miles left?

Mrs. Cheng's second wife suddenly became more anxious and looked at the thin horse pulling the cart.

"I told you to change the horse to a better one, but you didn't listen! Even the adults can't bear it in this winter, what should the children do?" She lowered the curtain and shouted to Mr. Cheng Er in the car.

Mr. Cheng Er was wrapped in a thick cloak and hugging his son. Only one of their heads was exposed, and they were laughing and playing.

"Then who's to blame?" He said after hearing this, "Isn't it my fault that you didn't get more money? You didn't spend enough on this journey, and you simply can't afford a good horse."

"I won't get more money? It's because your sister-in-law doesn't give it, should I roll up my sleeves and grab it?" Mrs. Cheng Er said angrily, and became even angrier when she said this, "And your daughter, you know that we are going to Beijing, but you still don't let us go.

If more people send more money, then Cao Sancai usually uses our family's money as water to throw at it, but he doesn't even show his face for such a big thing..."

"We'll take care of him later." Mr. Cheng Er said, "It's just the Zhou family supporting that fool by trapping him. When we come to live in the capital, what else will happen to the Zhou family."

Mrs. Cheng Er nodded, looking forward to arriving in the capital soon.

"This time when we go to the inn, we can change to a better one without spending money," she said.

"Nonsense, can we use that stagecoach?" Mr. Cheng shook his head and said, no longer paying attention to the second wife, and continued to tease his son in his arms, "Brother Xi, be good, ride a big horse, go to Beijing, and buy candy.

Eat, live in a big house..."

The child was amused and giggled, and Cheng Qiniang also squeezed over and shook Master Cheng Er's arm.

"...Qiniang also wants to live in a big house...and buy new clothes and jewelry..." she said.

"Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy." Mr. Cheng Er, surrounded by his children, smiled happily, "I'll buy them all for you. Even the stars in the sky are willing to buy them for you."

Mrs. Cheng Er also pursed her lips and smiled as she watched the father and son having fun together, while stuffing another foot stove under his feet.

When it was getting dark, we finally arrived at the inn. This was originally a small inn, but it was different from the other inns that were old. It was obviously newly built.

"It was originally burned down, but the imperial court allocated money to renovate it." said the postman at the door. He was a little embarrassed to accept the post certificate handed over by Mr. Cheng and others, "I'm sorry, sir, there is only one guest room.

"

A guest room?

Mrs. Cheng Er turned around and saw that her three daughters, one son and two concubines, plus seven or eight servant girls and more than a dozen followers, crowded the courtyard of the inn. She felt her head was heavy.

"How can we do it without a guest room?" she shouted, "It's going to snow. Is it possible that we all squeeze into the same room?"

"At least three more rooms must be squeezed out." Master Cheng also said with a face, while shaking the body in his hand, indicating to the short-sighted postman to see clearly who he was.

"...Officials of Dali Temple? What happened to the officials of Dali Temple? Is it possible to drive out everyone here?"

After receiving the reply, Yi Cheng said angrily and pointed at the wind and snow outside.

"Have you forgotten how the inn was burned down last time? Is it possible to cause trouble and burn it again?"

The postman nodded hurriedly.

"That's right, that person is relying on his official authority." He added.

In other words, they are not even willing to take more money.

Yi Cheng immediately looked down upon him even more.

"Why don't you have a room?"

"..Isn't this your inn?"

"...Why can't we stay here if we have a postcard?"

There was a lot of noise in the inn, the children in the wet nurse's arms were crying, and the young ladies clinging to the concubines were also trembling, which attracted everyone inside and outside to look over.

People at a table in the crowded hall snorted.

"Nowadays, officials are becoming more and more unruly. If he has filed a lawsuit, does he also have a wife and children?" said a young man, with a hint of displeasure.

The older man opposite didn't speak. He waved his hand to him, and the young man stopped talking.

"...My husband's surname is Cheng...he is going to Dali Temple..."

Such a sentence suddenly came from outside.

"This kind of official wants to go to Dali Temple..." The young man said with a smile again. Before he finished speaking, he heard the tables and chairs behind him shaking, and someone stood up.

They looked back subconsciously and saw several sergeants protecting a middle-aged man with a fair face and a slightly fat face.

"How unbecoming is it to make such a noise?" The man shook his head and said as he walked out quickly, and the guards around him immediately followed.

"The angel is about to show up." The older man whispered.

Many people in the hall also looked at the man, showing some excitement.

This man had not been here long, because he announced loudly when he entered that everyone knew that he was an angel in the capital who had been ordered by the emperor. Although he had announced that he acted very low-key, he only had a room in the upper room, and the guards were just ordinary shopkeepers.

Sometimes we eat some simple food and wine in the hall.

Unexpectedly, they would come forward at this time. It seems that they will see Qingtian singing on the stage to patrol and punish evil officials.

Many people in the hall couldn't help but stood up and followed him out to watch a great show.

"...Sir, what do you think we should do?" The postman here didn't know that anyone was coming out. He looked at Mr. Cheng Er and his group and said lazily, "Is it possible that we need to drive out all the people here?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

There was a scolding sound coming from behind. The postman was startled and turned around. When he saw the person approaching, he immediately bent down.

"My lord, my lord, it's not the little one who wants to be like this, it's this grown-up who insists on..." He immediately said aggrievedly.

Mr. Cheng Er jumped angrily.

It is said that junior officials are difficult to deal with. He has been bullied by his subordinates for many years as an official. He did not expect that a postman on the road could frame him so falsely.

"You..." He pointed at the clerk and wanted to scold him, but someone spoke first.

"How dare you encourage the people to threaten the imperial officials! You deserve death!" the man shouted, not only spoke, but also raised his hand and slapped him.
To be continued...