The carriage and horse came to Cuilan Garden.
There were many literati and elegant people gathered in the hall. Some people hummed softly and praised Xu Ruqing's beautiful singing.
There were also some retellings of the Three Kingdoms, which caused everyone to gather and secretly discuss when Mr. Zhou would tell the rest of the story.
Zhao An didn't want to be recognized, so he walked quickly.
When I got to the second floor, I bumped into Xiu Sanniang. She was very enthusiastic and took Zhao An to the private room, saying that Miss Qianyu was still talking about it just now.
Sure enough, Qian Yuwei was sitting at the small table in a brocade dress, holding a piece of paper in her hand, on which Zhao An's masterpiece of the day was copied.
Seeing the distinguished guest coming to the door, she immediately stood up and saluted, her face full of respect, "Sir, you are unparalleled in talent, and I, the little lady, would like to find some time to visit you."
Zhao An smiled and scanned the quiet room but could not see Jinxiu, so he asked curiously: "Where is Jinxiu? My Yin'er's hands are itchy and she wants to fight with Miss Jinxiu."
Qian Yuwei's smile froze, a little unnatural, "She is not feeling well. I asked her to have a good rest and not to serve her for the time being."
"If you are not in good health, you should see a doctor. It is said that Miss Jinxiu and I fought side by side on the Dagu River, which can be regarded as a life-long friendship. The girl will take me to see her later. My medical skills should help her recover quickly."
"No, Jinxiu just has some cold. It doesn't matter. He will be cured within two days after taking medicine."
Qian Yuwei refused very simply.
Zhao An shrugged, noncommittal.
When he sat down, he glanced at Jiuyin outside the door and asked her to find Jinxiu to see if the latter was really sick and about to be raised.
Qian Yuwei personally held the cup and spoke softly about the Holy Gate's entry into the capital.
Zhao Andao: "What do you think of this, young lady?"
"Everyone knows that the North and South Holy Gates are in opposition. Now that the two sides are gathering in the capital, there will still be friction. However, sir, you are facing the North Holy Gate, so you have to be careful." Qian Yuwei reminded with a smile.
Zhao An was very "moved", "Young lady, you mean that the Holy Sect can also kill people?"
"Sir blocked their way. For the sake of the family, they may not be able to do it."
"Ah, in that case, I would like to borrow Miss Jinxiu for a while. What do you think of Miss Qianyu?"
Zhao An mentioned Jinxiu again.
Qian Yuwei's smile paused again, and she said with a forced smile: "It's not that the little girl refuses, but that there are many people in Cuilan Garden who are provoking and teasing the little girl. If Jinxiu is not around, the little girl may have fallen into disgrace when the husband comes back that day. For other people’s playthings.”
"Sorry, I'm off to Meng Lang."
Zhao An clasped his fists and drank the wine in one gulp. The spicy taste entered his throat and went straight to his forehead.
Qian Yuwei remained silent and continued to appreciate the masterpiece.
Zhao An touched his nose and said, "Young lady has been in the capital for a long time and has met many kinds of people. Do you know that there is a young female grandmaster in the world?"
"This little girl has always lived in seclusion, how could she know the secrets of the world? My husband asked me this, could it be that the Holy Sect sent a great master to assassinate my husband?"
Qian Yuwei asked suspiciously.
Zhao An said seriously: "Back then, the Cui family had a great master in charge. I wonder why the Southern Holy Sect has been able to last so long because there was also a great master in charge."
Qian Yuwei shook her head with a smile and stopped answering.
At this moment, Jiuyin walked in, "Miss Qianyu, I just went to visit Jinxiu, but there was no one in her room."
"She is not in Cuilan Garden because it is cold and she is afraid of infecting it to me. You can rest assured that she will recover soon."
Qian Yuwei's explanation seems reasonable.
Zhao An changed the topic, chatted with her for a while, and then stood up to leave.
Qian Yuwei took a few steps away.
Back on the carriage, Jiuyin suddenly threw a bellyband over Zhao An's head. It was Jinxiu's underwear.
"I said, I asked you to pick up your clothes, but I didn't ask you to pick up your bellyband."
"The robe is very big and I can't take it out. It's a woman's intimate clothing anyway. Don't you like it, sir?"
Jiuyin drove the car and taunted Laman.
Zhao An had nothing to say.
Grab your bellyband and put it in front of your nose and breathe deeply.
Wow! It is indeed a woman's personal belongings, and still retains a rich fragrance.
While thinking about it, Jiuyin suddenly opened the curtain of the carriage and saw Zhao An burying her face in her obscene clothes. She felt numb all over and looked like she was looking at a pervert.
Just as Zhao An was about to explain, she put down the curtain with a crash and said coldly: "There are several rouge shops in front of you, which one are you going to?"
"Whatever, but I still need to trouble you to bring your clothes and ask for them carefully. Don't make any mistakes."
"Why don't you go yourself?"
"I'm thin-skinned."
Zhao An shamelessly continued to hold the bellyband and smell it.
After a while, the carriage stopped near a rouge shop.
Jiuyin took the bellyband in disgust and entered the store. He placed the bellyband and a handkerchief on the counter with a bang, making the old woman jump.
"Store, smell the smell on it. What kind of powder is it?"
"Girl, don't joke..."
The old woman had never heard of such a perverted request and was about to refuse. The next second, Jiuyin took out a silver coin and placed it heavily in front of her.
The wife was overjoyed, grabbed the silver ingot and smiled brightly, "Girl, you have asked the right person. I have been in this business for so many years, I will definitely know what rouge is when I smell it."
She first grabbed her bellyband and sniffed it for a few times, then looked at the shelves filled with rouge and gouache, and finally took out a box of rouge, "That should be it, the white moon jelly. It has the smell of white lilac, rose, and some beauty cream." "
Jiuyin grabbed it, compared it, smelled it, then nodded, indicating to continue.
The old woman picked up the handkerchief again, then frowned, "Oh, this smell doesn't sound like the smell outside."
"What do you mean?" Jiuyin was very confused. The old woman lowered her voice and explained furtively: "If I guessed correctly, the smell on this handkerchief should be tribute spices and fine orchid powder that are only available in the palace. .”
"So you don't have it here? Can you arrange it? I'll pay more."
"Girl, please don't embarrass me. These top-quality spices are not available in small shops."
The old woman looked embarrassed.
Jiuyin thought for a while and had no choice but to give up, grab something and turn around to leave.
Back on the carriage, Zhao An made a careful comparison and found that the taste of Bai Yuezhi was exactly the same as that of Jinxiu's bellyband. As for the handkerchief, it belonged to Que'er. She was from the Queen Mother, so it made sense to use the best spice gouache.
Jiuyin was confused and said: "Where should we go next?"
"Jingzhao Mansion."
"what?"
"Autopsy."
Zhao An looked downcast, more precisely, he was checking to see who the woman's arm belonged to.
The purpose of a sudden visit to Cuilan Garden today was to meet Jinxiu, because there were only a few strong women in the capital. Zhao An did not believe that the arm must be Que'er, although the mysterious grand master was tortured one by one. It's miserable, but I still want to determine the conclusion for myself.
I just didn’t expect that I couldn’t see Jinxiu during my surprise visit to Cuilan Garden today…
There seems to be a problem here!
