Chapter 124 Brother and Sister Hidden Relationship
And Cao Xiwan finally got the news about Feng Jinshi.
It is said that in the evening, Duan Jin was plucking the strings and practicing the piano. The neighbor's huqin master invited her over.
Put your feet together.
The Hu family has several distinguished guests here today to listen to music and have a banquet.
The nobles all have their favorite celebrities, so the gentlemen each wrote a note, arranged a sedan chair, and invited the celebrities they liked to come and accompany them to the banquet.
It just so happened that the few famous actors who came here were enemies and had quarreled with each other. This was because the manager of Hu Qinshi's family was confused for a moment. Now he was crying and begging for a piece of gold: "My aunt, please pull the little one."
"How can this happen? According to the rules, ladies who are not easy to deal with should not be invited here. Don't you see? Shouldn't we find an excuse and persuade the guests to invite a famous lady instead?"
"It's my fault. I drank wine and didn't see clearly for a moment! Now that everyone is here, it's so cool that it's so cool. I'm most afraid that the nobles will be impatient, and they won't be the ones who suffer? Now the noble gentlemen are still willing to coax them.
, who knows if they will fall out at the next moment? They are still young and energetic - I don’t know how powerful they are!"
In the middle, there is a lack of a seasoned musician who is good at dancing and telling funny words to warm up the show.
There's nothing you can do about it, just dress up a little and it'll be over.
The steward thanked me without any words.
"That's all, my uncle, you watched me grow up, and Master Hu is my benefactor."
Because Master Hu was her first master. Although the old master was in bad luck and his skills were poor, his ancestors had been masters for five generations, so he had a lot of experience.
Due to his family background, he taught Jin a lot of tricks to deal with nobles. Even after she pretended to be Wei Guogong, it was Hu Qinshi's secret idea.
The banquet was surrounded by green flowers, and beauties were vying for beauty. Sure enough, although several famous ladies had a dispute with each other, she smiled and smoothed things over, and toasted one by one. How could the famous ladies be so smart, so why would they be willing to offend noble people?
For Sister Duan's sake, I quickly walked down the steps.
The beauty Xie Yi is just a piece of fun for the gentlemen.
Duan Jin sat down next to a young and handsome young man in a green shirt. Among the nobles, he was the only one who didn't have a good wife. His clothes were elegant but not gorgeous, and his expression when trying to persuade him to drink was still a little green.
Duan Jin knew that this was a man who came to socialize with dignity, so he sat over and laughed with her when he suddenly asked: "I wanted to post a message to invite Mrs. Duan in the front line. I heard that she went to Nankang Marquis Mansion?"
"That's it. There are a few sisters who are appreciated by noble people. I will help some of them." She said modestly.
"I heard that the first wife of her family is very kind-hearted, but there is a girl who is in charge of things. She got into trouble with you and ruined your good deeds?"
Duan Jin was startled, was he talking about Lady Cao?
How smart is she?
In recent days, guests have asked her to play music and take care of her business. At least most of them are to ask her about Cao Xiwan.
These guests were either Jianghu people or military attachés, which was a common occurrence. Most of them were asking Madam Cao if she had broken through the barrier and achieved great success in magic.
When it comes to gambling, she just smiles and deals with it.
After all, the recent gambling game between Su Daojun and Yang Zhuang has come to an end. I never expected that Su Daojun would complain of illness. Everyone lost miserably. They all wanted to make money from the Qingluo female ghost's bet.
But the elegant young man in front of her was wearing a green shirt and a blue scarf, and his eyes were like water. During the dinner, she heard that his surname was Feng and that he was a Jinshi. She looked carefully and saw that he had beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, a broad face and a plump face. He was in his twenties.
He is between thirty and thirty years old, but the serious expression between his eyebrows and eyes is exactly like that of a capable young Beijing official who has been in officialdom for more than thirty years.
Such a person has little contact with the Xun Mansion and has nothing to do with the girls of the Hou Mansion.
Moreover, Mrs. Cao rarely interacted with civil servants.
She herself had said that few of the children in the Hou family were successful in their studies, and even she did not often associate with literati.
Duan Jin then said with a perfunctory smile: "It's the Hou's wife who sent the girl to bring some food and wine to the Marquis. It's a normal thing."
Feng Junqing heard this and knew the inside story of the Hou Mansion that he had always wanted to know.
Recently, access to the Hou Mansion has been tight, making it difficult to get news.
Cao Xiwan became a useless person, but she was still in front of Song Chengming from time to time. In other words, if there were musicians in front of Marquis Nankang, she might stare at him in the study more often. Lou Shuluan would never stop Cao Xiwan.
In this way, it is inconvenient for Nanzhi to act.
Will be stared at by her.
Feng Junqing excused himself to change his clothes and left the room. He was too lazy to go back to Hu's house. He picked up his robe and got on his horse. After walking through the dust and smoke, he delivered the news.
This news spread to the Nankang Hou Mansion.
The inner residence of the Marquis Mansion.
Lou Shuluan saw a few words in her makeup mirror:
【Kick her away.】
Lou Shuluan stood behind the screened bed and saw the spy with her own eyes. The girl Wenxue came in quietly and wrote on the mirror with rouge. Lou Shuluan felt sad and angry.
But she remained silent and endured it.
Because she saw another line of words on the makeup mirror: [Long separation for many years, alone in the world. I wonder how my sister is doing?]
She stood behind the bed, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and cried silently.
Zhan Baidao is the son of the rebellious Liang Guogong. His mother died early, and he was cultivated to be the leader of the secret spies Zhan Baidao. If he were not his own son, Liang Guogong would not let others control his inner circle.
.
Then who am I? Lou Shuluan thought.
Wenxue left quietly, thinking no one would notice. Lou Shuluan walked out from behind the bed frame and sat in front of the makeup mirror.
Her fingers gently touched the word "my sister". Maybe she should never know this secret in the original Yanjing City, and never encounter Zhan Baidao.
She will always be the sixth daughter of General Lou's mansion.
The sixth lady who is most loved by her parents.
Feng Junqing made friends with several other young masters from Xunfu, and hung out at Lehu's house for a few days before finally escaping.
Early in the morning, he was walking drunkenly in a dark alley, and turned to a dilapidated house. He knocked on the door and went in. When he came out from the next yard, he had already changed into Dr. Feng, who was in a blue turban and white shirt. He was forty years old.
There is a short beard between the lips and dark eyes. He is no longer a young and romantic scholar.
He walked slowly along the street towards the Huichun Hall on Front Street.
No one found it.
But in front of the dilapidated house where he was changing clothes, there were several little girls playing shuttlecock, and they saw a handsome young scholar walking in. One of the girls, Xiaohong, came home and told her mother that Dr. Feng’s neighbor
The good-looking brother came back again. When my mother, who was working as a handyman in Lehu's house, asked about his appearance, she quietly redressed and ran to Qingle Street.
"Tell Mrs. Duan that the scholar who drank alcohol at Hu's house last time lives in Panlei Street over there."
"Ah, I got it."
"Remember my errand money."
"rest assured."
Doctor Feng didn't know yet that there was a Jinshi whose identity was about to be exposed, and he didn't care if he knew it. This was just one of several false identities he had hidden in the capital.
The market was bustling. He arrived at the Huichun Hall, went to the back office and entered the secret door. The accountant sitting there and the waiters coming and going seemed to have not seen him at all. He walked slowly down the tunnel.
"Please, let me out -"
In the dungeon, the real Dr. Feng was imprisoned, crying and begging for mercy, "I was wrong, I never dare to escape again."
"Lock him for three days, starve him, and give him a hundred lashes. He will be remembered for a long time."
"Yes. Grow up."
Step by step, he walked deep into the newly opened tunnel. Suddenly there was a hole. He jumped down and pushed open a hole cover and climbed up. In this way, he turned to a clean blue brick tunnel.
A small stone bed recessed into the wall is clearly visible.
This was the place where Cao Xiwan practiced when he was guarding the study room late at night. He looked at the top of the wall, which was the Marquis of Nankang's Mansion above.
He scanned the corners of the ground again, and all the corpse poison weeds he planted had been shoveled away. There was no one in front of the secret door today, so he found a small secret compartment and pushed it open.
Then he saw the back of Nankang Hou.
Song Chengming was reading official documents, the lights flickering.
Kill him? It's just easy to catch him. He smiled with deep eyes and let out a terrifying and crazy laugh.
He stepped back and sat down on the stone bed where Cao Xiwan was keeping watch. Suddenly he lay down again and lowered his head to find blood stains among the lines of the stone bed.
It was the blood on his sword, and it was also the blood on the tip of her sword.
But as time passed, the secret agent Bai Zhan's bloody sword had disappeared. And the blood he shed for her had long since faded away.
What has not disappeared is the murderous intention.
"I'm back. Xiaowan."
Zhan Baidao whispered with a smile, his eyes filled with coldness.