"Is Yang Dagui awake?"
Qin Xiangxiang asked Mu Ting with a nasal voice.
Mu Ting replied: "No. But it looks better than before."
Qin Xiangxiang took out his handkerchief and pressed his eyes, then patted his face. He probably felt a little better, and then said: "I'm here. If you want to boil water for cooking, just move faster. I want to go home." Yes." After staying outside for a long time, she was afraid that Hongxiu and Tianxiang would be worried.
Mu Ting looked at her and made sure that Qin Xiangxiang had no intention of telling him what happened outside. He frowned slightly, and he replied that they had reached a consensus that they were in the same boat. Since they were in the same boat, he had to cover himself.
He didn't move, still crossed his arms, and asked Qin Xiangxiang, "Is everything okay?"
Qin Xiangxiang noticed that Mu Ting's expression was very serious.
He seemed worried about her. Also, if something happened to her, they would have no one to take care of her in the foot shop. Maybe people from Dali Temple will search for foot shops soon.
Qin Xiangxiang pressed the handkerchief to the corners of his eyes again: "It's okay. It just confirmed that these ruffians were indeed sent by the people I thought about."
She suddenly remembered what Ma Sizhi told her. After hesitating for a while, she decided to tell Mu Ting: "That night at Baoxiang Temple, someone died."
Mu Ting raised his eyebrows: "Oh, who is it?"
"The only son of Marquis Wenchang, the Crown Prince of Song. Ma Sizhi of Dali Temple told me that the Crown Prince of Song lived next door to the Li Zhuang dormitory that night. Did you hear anything else that night?"
Marquis Wenchang? Very familiar. Wait, isn't Marquis Wenchang the Queen Mother's biological brother? That is, the emperor's uncle. The only son of Marquis Wenchang, the emperor's cousin, died that night? Is it a coincidence or...
Mu Ting's expression became thoughtful.
Just when Qin Xiangxiang was expecting him to say some profound reasoning, Mu Ting said in a faint voice: "Is there something wrong with you dignitaries in Kyoto? They can't live in nice and wealthy mansions, and they all like to live in temple dormitories. Could it be that they Do you really think that Buddha can protect them?"
Qin Xiangxiang said: "..." Well, she overestimated Mu Ting. It seems that the conclusion that talent is better than talent has come to an abrupt end with Mu Ting.
What kind of reasoning can a martial artist have when he heard that his father was impeached and came all the way to Kyoto just to beat up the imperial censor?
She might as well be on her own.
Mu Ting didn't notice Qin Xiangxiang's thoughts. He just ordered his entourage to help Qin Xiangxiang clean up the rest of the place.
Not to mention, these thick-looking men are really good at work. She worked hard for a long time, but it was less than half an hour as long as they worked. If it weren't for the fact that a clever woman can't make a meal without rice, Qin Xiangxiang would really like to cook them a decent meal. The man named Yao Erlang said that they had not had a decent, hot meal for a long time.
But there was nothing in the foot shop. Even the big cooking pot was cracked and could not boil water.
Originally, Qin Xiangxiang planned to measure the size of the stove and go to the blacksmith shop to buy an iron pot.
As soon as Qin Xiangxiang left and the door of the foot shop was closed, Mu Ting called Zhu Sanlang over: "Sanlang, help me disguise myself. I want to visit Baoxiang Temple again."
Zhu Sanlang was surprised: "Young Master, Baoxiang Temple is the most dangerous place now." He also heard what Madam Qin just said. Two big shots died in Baoxiang Temple, and the government must have sent people to surround them.
"How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den?" Mu Ting had made up his mind.
Based on his intuition, the death of Prince Song and the death of Li Zhuang may be inextricably related.
Qin Xiangxiang stepped into another shoe shop in Shuichu Alley. The owner of this foot shop was a thin woman with a grimace on her face, but when she saw Qin Xiangxiang entering the door, she still smiled: "Is this your first time here, little lady? If she doesn't have a big appetite, how about eating one?" Wantong leather noodles are the most suitable.”
Qin Xiangxiang saw that the price of tung skin was fifteen cents on the wooden sign, which was not expensive.
She happily took out the money and ordered a bowl of tung skin noodles.
This foot shop is cleaner than the previous one, and the prices are lower. Is it possible that this shop does not need to pay a head fee?
Qin Xiangxiang was thinking about it when the hot tung skin surface came up. Qin Xiangxiang picked up the chopsticks and stared at the very small portion in a daze. Although the price is not expensive, the quantity is not much. Is it a disguised price increase?
There were not many people in the foot shop. Qin Xiangxiang looked up at the shopkeeper, who was still looking at the door with a grimace on her face.
Forget it, it's just a bowl of tung skin noodles, which also confirms what the salesman said before, that there is a head fee in Waterwheel Alley. The previous store had increased prices, but this store has only reduced portions.
The tung skin noodles are neither delicious nor unpalatable. The noodles are not chewy enough, and the noodle soup is clear and watery. The side dishes are pickled radish shreds and a few chopped green onions.
Nothing good to say.
Qin Xiangxiang thought optimistically that if her foot shop opened, there would be many diners.
She wanted to ask the lady innkeeper about the head fee, but she thought of the jealousy among her colleagues and decided not to ask.
When they returned to Qin's house, Hongxiu and Tianxiang were taking a lunch break. A pile of blue-ground coarse cloth was neatly folded and placed on the table in her room. Qin Xiangxiang took a piece of cloth at random, and the words on it were embroidered very well.
It's a pity that the foot shop cannot open for the time being. As long as Mu Ting doesn't leave, she won't be able to take Hongxiu and Tianxiang to the foot shop.
When Hongxiu and Tianxiang woke up, they found an umbrella at the door. The eldest lady is back.
The room was quiet. Hong Xiu opened the door and found Qin Xiangxiang sleeping.
This was rare. In the past two days, she noticed that Qin Xiangxiang seemed to be having trouble sleeping due to family changes.
Just let the eldest lady sleep. Hongxiu closed the door and Tianxiang sighed: "I have to go to the foot shop to do rough work the day after tomorrow." Her hands were not healed after a day of nursing.
Hongxiu glared at her and hissed, Tianxiang stuck out her tongue, closed her mouth and stopped talking.
These days are difficult. Tianxiang sincerely hopes that the master can be vindicated as soon as possible and return to Kyoto as soon as possible. She and Hongxiu can only spend time studying ink and studying.
The eldest lady had no other instructions, but Hongxiu asked Tianxiang to pick up a kitchen knife and practice chopping vegetables.
Tian Xiang had a bitter look on his face, took a green onion, and looked down on everything.
Isn't it just chopping vegetables that she can write well, but can't she chop vegetables well?
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the kitchen knife cut into my left index finger. Dark red blood suddenly emerged from the wound, dyeing the green onions red.
Tianxiang suddenly exclaimed, and Hongxiu was also shocked when he saw this: "Why are you so careless!"
Tianxiang cried, and Hongxiu remembered that there was gold medicine in the master's study, and wanted to rush back to get it. A hand came in from the side and smeared a black substance on Tianxiang's index finger.
It's Qin Xiangxiang.
Tianxiang exclaimed: "What did the madam put on this slave!"
Qin Xiangxiang was extremely calm: "Spider web. Spider web is the best way to stop bleeding."
Compared to the bleeding wound, Tianxiang was more afraid of spiders: "I don't want it, slave!" She wanted to remove the spider web, but she didn't dare.
"I don't have any medicine here. I usually wipe it with spider webs when I'm injured." Qin Xiangxiang put the kitchen knife in the basin to wash it, and said in a calm tone, "Since you're injured, just rest for a few days and then go to the foot shop to help. Hongxiu , you take good care of her."
She put the kitchen knife away and looked about to go out again.
Hongxiu asked hurriedly: "Madam, are you going out?"
Qin Xiangxiang hummed: "It's time to add pots and pans to the foot shop. I'll probably come back later tonight, so remember to leave the door open for me."
While she was telling Hongxiu like this, what she was thinking about was going to Baoxiang Temple after buying some pots and pans.
Before Qin Xiangxiang could reach the side door, Mrs. Wang popped out: "Madam, Auntie Zhong's family invites you."
