When the rain in Qidu stopped, Qi Zhuyin should return. She received Hua Xiangyi at the gate of the palace, and the carriage was beside her, but she took Zhu Jiu and said to Hua Xiangyi, "Let's walk together."
Hua Xiangyi saw that Qi Zhuyin's broken five-bead hairpin still had gold threads hanging in her hair, as it should have been.
Qi Wei raised his hand and motioned for the carriage to follow behind him, and when Qi Zhuyin and Hua Xiangyi walked out of the distance, he would follow not far or near.
At this moment, there is a warm wind blowing in the market, the crowd is bustling, the air is mixed with the smell of sweat and fried cooked food, and the blooming spring flowers in the distance seem to be covered with greasy layers, making Qi Zhuyin feel very stuffy.
"Do you want to eat?" Qi Zhuyin asked Hua Xiangyi as she passed the candy man stall.
The stall is next to the road, people and cars come and go, and the dust is flying. Hua Xiangyi is the apple of the flower family's palm. She looked at Qi Zhuyin, Qi Zhuyin took out the remaining few copper coins from her sleeve pocket, flicked it at her, and said contentedly in the "hum", "I have money."
The street wasn't bright enough, but Qi Zhuyin pulled the corners of her blue lips into a smile, and the lanterns behind her lit up in turn. She was like a girl of eighteen or nineteen, who ran away from home to play, and didn't care about anything, just thinking about this candy.
Hua Xiangyi clutched the handkerchief, raised her finger, pointed to one of them, and said, "I want this."
She was shy because of this sentence, and the subtle emotions were hidden between her brows. This was something she had never done before, and it was something she would never have done before.
Qi Zhuyin threw the copper coins to the hawker, and then gave the candy man to Hua Xiangyi. She doesn't care that she has no money, anyway, she has never had money, and she can't keep money in her hands.
Hua Xiangyi carefully pinched the candy man, and she looked at it calmly with the light on. She once saw Sugar Man in the gap where the sedan curtain flashed past the servants. There is candy in the palace, and the Queen Mother used to ask Aunt Liu Xiang to prepare it for her.
Qi Zhuyin rubbed the bruises on her face with her fingertips. She looked sideways at her reflection in the water tank through several double shadows.
Qi Zhuyin is a nobleman, but Hua Xiangyi doesn't always feel like she is open-minded like a cloud tourist. Hua Xiangyi has been in Qidong for half a year and has never seen Qi Zhuyin get angry, as if there is nothing to be angry with Qi Zhuyin.
"Does the commander come here often?" Hua Xiangyi asked.
"Everyone who dares to put money on tiger skins is here. Nine times out of ten, I came here to borrow money." Qi Zhuyin took off the bead hairpin in her hair, and said with a pity, "The five beads It was rewarded by the imperial court, I have never dared to sell it, if I knew it would be broken in the palace, I might as well sell it."
Hua Xiangyi said, "Zhuangzi at home..."
Qi Zhuyin didn't wait for Hua Xiangyi to finish, and said, "I just want to tell you today that you will take care of the Zhuangzi shop in the house in the future, and you will decide whether to rent or sell it." She turned around solemnly. , facing Hua Xiangyi, "Let's talk frankly."
Qi Zhuyin didn't move the conversation to the teahouse. She loves the market, and standing here is her attitude. She is not afraid to face anyone's gaze.
"I want to thank you for the granary in Bacheng," Qi Zhuyin saluted slightly, her long hair spread on her back, and she straightened up again, "Otherwise, it will be dangerous this time."
Hua Xiangyi turned sideways without courtesy, and said, "The merit is inherited."
Qi Zhuyin looked at her and said, "Pan Lin didn't tell me, I just thank you."
Hua Xiangyi was almost crushed by Qi Zhuyin's sight.
"But I also said it bluntly. When you told me about the granary in Bacheng, did you want me to do something for you?" Qi Zhuyin said it directly, and she didn't remember the euphemism at all.
Miss Hua San is also very strange.
Qi Zhuyin tossed and turned, not wanting to understand why Hua Xiangyi would reveal the matter about the granary to herself. If it wasn't for her advice in the palace, there would be no winner or loser in this game.
Hua Xiangyi hooked her fair neck and looked at the sugar man amid the hustle and bustle of people. She said, "You don't need to do anything for me, Commander.
Qi Zhuyin stared at Hua Xiangyi, suddenly propped up her knees, turned her head to see Hua Xiangyi's expression, and asked in confusion, "Is that so?"
Hua Xiangyi was taken aback by Qi Zhuyin, and this gesture was the same as Qi Zhuyin's hijab last time, and she rushed directly in front of her without giving Hua Xiangyi a chance to prepare.
"You helped Yao Wenyu escape..." Qi Zhuyin seemed to have woken up and felt that Hua Xiangyi smelled a little good, with the floral fragrance she expected, but she was so distracted that when she came back to her senses, she found that Hua Xiangyi was still pinching Sugar Man was waiting for her to continue.
"...Tell me about the granary again," Qi Zhuyin hid Shicai's wandering, "Is it because you married my father?"
Hua Xiangyi said, "Chengzhi is the one who saved Yuan Zhuo."
Qi Zhuyin shook her head and said firmly, "It's you."
Hua Xiangyi has put the credit on others several times. She can't seem to admit that the line blocking her is the Queen Mother's love. The afterglow between the streets was engulfed, and the lanterns lit up like falling stars. The smell of deep frying had dissipated a little, and the market was still sultry, and Hua Xiangyi was out of place here.
"As early as in the Xiande period, my aunt would give me questions from time to time, most frequently during spring plowing," Hua Xiangyi hung down the sugar man, as if playing with the shadows of the past, she said, "It's actually the account of Bacheng. , the more I count, the clearer it becomes. In the year of Xiande, I persuaded my aunt to let Jiang Qingshan go there, but they thought that Jiang Qingshan was enough to coordinate thirteen cities. In the middle of that year, Bo died of starvation, and in the next few years, the six states were killed by eight The food distributed in the city ruined the vitality, and too many people died." She raised her head gently, "more deaths than when Biansha massacred the city."
Hua Xiangyi lives in the deep palace. She wears splendid embroidery, eats precious delicacies, and sleeps in silk and satin, while at the other end of the red wall is rags, glutinous rice, and cold dew. She followed the Queen Mother standing on the west building and looked out, the illusion of prosperity and prosperity blinded her eyes, but she soon realized that these people did not want to stop. Hai Liangyi was killed in Mingli Hall, but the Queen Mother never thought about changing.
Hua Xiangyi said, "I want my aunt to stop."
The common people are the rivers that carry boats. This is the foundation. The Queen Mother still wants to rely on the eight camps to suppress rumors, which is against the sky. The rise and fall of the country is not tied to the king at all, the world just needs an emperor's heart who knows how to sympathize with the world's hardships.
"I'm trapped in a boudoir, and my abilities are limited. Whether it's against Yuan Zhuo or Chengzhi, the things I can do are trivial," Hua Xiangyi said here, and slowly returned a salute to Qi Zhuyin, "The commander crosses Qidong and gallops on the battlefield. If the Twelve Biansha Divisions can be repelled, that is boundless merit, so I want the commander to get out of the capital alive."
Qi Zhuyin received this gift and seemed to recognize who Hua Xiangyi was.
"You're a good woman," Qi Zhuyin paused for a moment, "I should repay you for my military exploits."