Afternoon.
In the east of Beijing, there is only one word difference between Qixiamen and the southeast gate of Chang'an City. In the afternoon, a honest man drove a carriage into the city. In the carriage, there were women with their heads wrapped in linen holding five-foot objects wrapped in coarse cloth, and there were also young men. , the two sat opposite each other, silent.
It was Ye Xiayou and Ye Sangeng who came all the way from Qingniyi, as well as Song Shu, the bodyguard of the Hezimen Escort Bureau who should not or should be accompanying them.
It's just that I have never seen the escort team led by the female escort leader.
Therefore, it is indeed a bit suspicious to see Song Shu walking with the Ye family siblings.
After checking the two fake certificates bought from who knows where, Song Shu waved his riding whip very skillfully and said "drive" in his mouth.
Naturally, he didn't know why he was asked to send these two siblings here. Song Shu even asked if he wanted to find a wife for him just now.
Obviously, such a good thing would not happen. Ye Xiayou, who had secretly talked with He Jinsuo for a few words at that time, would not reveal his inner plan and repeatedly put it off.
Due to the reputation of his own bodyguard agency, Song Shu had no choice but to take on such a "private job" that he thought was a temporary job for his own bodyguard.
After hearing this, the two siblings, who had not spoken for a while, spoke.
"Going to find Sister Ling?" Ye San Geng asked first.
"I won't go." In the car, Ye Xiayou simply refused, "What should I say if my sister sees you like this? With her temper, do you want to beat me or you? Or should you go to Phoenix City to find some reason with Qi Mo Yan? A monk should treat her like this. The way she behaves is really admirable.”
There seemed to be helplessness in his words, and his tone was full of pain, not only for the elder sister in his mouth, but also for the third brother in front of him.
Ye San Geng was quite open-minded and said, "You have to know sooner or later."
Ye Xiayou said helplessly: "Then you should take advantage of this time to think of a way to see if you can recover. If the eldest sister finds out, it will be fine. Ye Jiazi will have to make noises in my ears every day. It's annoying." die."
Ye San Geng was noncommittal and did not talk to her again. When it came to her own sister who was born with the Buddha's appearance, it was better not to talk too much in front of Ye Xia You. The two of them were at odds with each other, and the one who was unsuitable to suffer was himself.
Ye Xiayou said to the outside of the carriage: "Brother Song, please go to Xinchangxing in the east of the city, Xinghua Lane, the house under the apricot tree."
Song Shu, who was also confused about the conversation between the siblings, controlled the carriage to drive eastward.
While driving and enjoying a cup of tea, Song Shu turned into Xinghua Lane and stopped to inquire along the way. When he was sure that this alley was indeed the right one, he couldn't help but let out a "wow" and said, "Is this an alley or the main road?" , why is it so wide?”
Obviously he knew that he had arrived at his destination. After all, whether it is the capital, the capital, or any big city in the world, it is stipulated that the emperor's chariot must be driven in parallel on the main road, three by six, just so that people can go back and forth on the main road during special rituals and sacrifices. No obstacles. Whether it’s an alleyway or a street, it’s easy to walk in the neighborhood, and there’s no need to be too spacious.
It's not surprising that Song Shu has this question. After all, the origin of Xinghua Lane is strange. Naturally, this foreigner who has arrived in Gyeonggi for the first time will not understand.
So Ye Xiayou opened his mouth and explained: "This military town was built more than thirty years ago. The people who live in this alley are high-ranking officials in the military camps. Most of the official positions are generals above brigade commander, just for the morning o'clock. It won’t waste time, and it’s understandable that it should be built more spaciously.”
However, he was more or less aware of the history of the construction of this capital city. Song Shu could not help but sigh that the exquisiteness of the capital was not understood by ordinary people like them. He sighed: "As expected of a capital city, these terms are not like ours." Small places can understand.”
Just when I was about to ask the second young lady of the Ye family how she could buy the house here, I saw a few small tables and a few small stools suddenly placed in the middle of the alley, with people sitting, squatting or standing. Looking forward to something unknown, we gathered around in a circle.
"Second Miss, there is a stall in front of you." Song Shu took another closer look and continued, "It seems to be at the door of the house with the apricot tree."
Ye Xiayou frowned.
In the middle of the night, I opened the curtains and took a look, and I saw that on the spacious and clean streets that could not be called alleys, there were tables and low stools one after another, and it seemed that the fresh window screens had a hole ripped open by the wind. It is indeed inappropriate.
Looking at the experience of staying in this house for two consecutive years, whether it was just the right time or nosy, I felt confused about the late night shift.
Song Shu asked again: "Would you like to go over and take a look?"
Before Ye Xiayou could speak, Ye Sangen suddenly came to his senses and said "Let's go".
As you get closer, you don't need to ask or look. Just by smelling it, you can tell that it is apricot blossom porridge. The street is filled with fragrance, which is refreshing and hits your nose.
"It smells so good." Song Shu praised uncontrollably.
In the car at midnight, I was also sniffing, looking at my sister and smiling innocently, with a funny expression, "A drink?"
The night is bright and sunny.
Ye Xia You obviously understood what his younger brother was thinking. When he was still young, the half-grown children in the family would hunt apricot flowers all over the mountains and fields in April, just to have a bowl of apricot blossom porridge.
Find the extremely fat Aunt Zhu and boil it with fresh millet. The time is very particular. If it is short, it will be tasteless, if it is too long, it will be sour. Which child drinks too fast and still begs for another bowl, which is the most happy thing.
The second young lady of the Ye family, who later became a well-known gourmet in Beijing, would go home and have a drink from time to time.
Without him, the best taste in the world is pure joy, and lightness is the most pleasing to people.
Ye Xiaer said: "Sister Song, it's very inconvenient for us siblings. You go and buy a bowl of apricot porridge, and then ask about the current situation of this house."
It was already past dinner time, and there were only a few diners in front of the stall, sipping at the apricot blossom porridge that was served all day long. After all, Song Shu was new here and didn't know how to be polite. He took advantage of the stall owner in a goose-yellow gown to scoop out Qiu Gongfu asked directly: "Whose house belongs to him now?"
The stall owner was stunned at first. Hearing this strong local accent, he found it quite funny. The slight pear dimples on his cheeks were also pretty, and he said, "Why, when buying porridge, do you still need to ask the owner about the rules of the house?"
The traveling escort was also at a loss for words. He said "hmm" for a while and didn't say anything until the stall owner handed the porridge to him, but his face turned red.
The stall owner was even more amused. He dug deeper and stopped teasing him. He said, "This is my house, but the house's surname is Ye and my surname is Su. I'm just watching for others. If you really want to talk about it, actually I You can also use the last name Ye, anyway, this is my house, is there anything else?"
Song Shu didn't know how to reply when he heard this, so he heard someone calling from the carriage at night: "Sister Song, no more porridge, let's go."
Song Yan looked at the stall owner. Although he didn't know what Ye Haoyou meant, he didn't take the bowl of steaming apricot blossom porridge. He hurriedly returned to the carriage, listening to the whispers in the carriage urging him to hurry up. He drove away quickly.
The stall owner Su Liubai, a girl from the Su family, who sells apricot blossom porridge three meals a day in the alley and only has apricot blossom cake in the morning, frowned in confusion.
The voice was indeed familiar and made her feel a little dazed for a moment.
Song Shu, who was as curious as his age, didn't understand why the second young lady of the Ye family had to leave in such a hurry. He just thought it was because he had met his old enemy or creditor. After all, it was understandable because of his status as a big tree.
Ye Xiayou just said "go quickly" and passed by, letting Song Shu drive to a nearby house rental agency.
Regardless of whether it is the capital or the capital, it is no better than a small local town. There are many people here, and the night is far away. Naturally, there are more considerations. Renting a house is better than an inn in terms of safety and cleanliness.
Leaving Ye Xie carefully and comforted in the car, Ye Sangen took off her sister's bamboo hat and put it on her head, and got out of the car with Song Shu. However, after walking a few steps, she was blocked by an old man.
The old man was wearing a gray coarse linen shirt, and his face was dry and he looked a year older. However, his hair was black, which was not far behind the young man.
Seeing someone blocking the road, Song Shu hid to the side, but the old man also moved, still blocking the two of them.
Song Shu was impatient and said, "What are you doing?"
The old man smiled and said, "Are you going to buy a house?"
Just treating him as a private person, in the middle of the night, he just pulled the lapel of Song Chen's clothes to signal him to be quiet, and said: "Don't bother me, let's go in and make our own choices."
Land has been owned by the state since ancient times. The House Leasing Department is the department designated by the imperial court to sell and lease housing land. It is under the Ministry of Industry. Since it does not have important powers, there is only one dental officer in it, and the number of dental officers will be added according to the situation of each department. Yalangya people are all public servants appointed by the imperial court and subject to imperial assessment. Therefore, in order to distinguish them, people who rent houses are called public servants. In contrast, there are those private people who secretly make a living by selling and leasing goods in order to save some transfer procedures. It's just that this kind of house rented and sold without proper procedures is cheap, but there are still too many uncontrollable factors. The court has also vigorously punished some of them, but with little effect.
Ye San Geng naturally knows some of the secrets inside, so he doesn't want to deal with this group of people.
The old man still had a kind smile on his face and said, "Under the current circumstances, are you not afraid of something happening if the Third Young Master doesn't go home yet?"
At the third watch of the night, I was startled. I retracted my originally raised feet, my eyes tightened, and I stopped covering my head. I put my hat on my head and asked, "What happened? Is it possible? Is it still possible?" Is someone bullying us, the weak and disabled?"
Just from the old man's words, Song Shu could tell that the identity of the three of them had been exposed. He was afraid that someone was really an enemy of the Ye family and something would go wrong again, so he stepped forward to block Ye Sanjiang, fearing that he would cause trouble again. But he was pulled aside by the third son of the Ye family while he was talking, and the third son of the Ye family said again: "Besides, under the feet of the emperor, who dares to do anything wrong?"
The old man's smiling eyes had turned into slits, but they still could not block the piercing gaze inside, and said: "What happened at the emperor's feet? There have been murders."
"Old friend?"
"Watchdog."
It suddenly dawned on me in the middle of the night that I really didn't expect to meet this old guy here.
