Ling Qingcheng stepped forward to open his folding fan, put the silver and money bag on it, and then said, "Little girl, can I borrow your handkerchief?"

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Ling Qingcheng walked towards the crowd with a folding fan: "You can smell it, the little girl said just now that she is holding the silver, so if it is her silver, the money bag will definitely have the same taste as the handkerchief, but if it has the smell of oil cakes, it is ......"

At this moment, the woman spoke first: "I also ate the oil cake in the morning, and I gave her this silver in the morning!"

Ling Qingcheng shook his head with a sad face: "It's difficult to do this." ”

After hearing this, the old man lost his interest and said, "That's it, the old man doesn't want this silver, justice is in the hearts of the people, if you teach this child like this, there will be greater disasters in the future." ”

Ling Qingcheng stretched out his hand to stop the old gentleman: "Sir, slow down, although justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, whether you are willing to uphold justice or not, that is another matter, you don't care, but it doesn't mean that everyone will think you are innocent." People only believe in their own eyes. ”

The old man was stunned, but the young man next to him was even more angry: "These people are all blind, seeing that this woman is dressed more luxuriously than my husband, I feel that the money is hers, this kind of unreasonable place, what else is there to say?"

Ling Qingcheng frowned slightly, and then changed to a faint smile.

"Everyone smelled it just now, this silver smells of oil cakes, but both of them said that they had touched oil cakes, so it can't be used as evidence, so I want to ask this grandmother again, is the money bag yours, or is it this little girl's?"

"Of course it's mine!" said the woman.

"Could such a black money bag be used by a woman?"

Ling Qingcheng asked, carrying the money bag in his hand, and everyone also talked about it after seeing it.

The woman coughed a few times, but still insisted: "Why can't I use it, ten taels of silver is not a small amount, I chose an old money bag, in order to hide people's eyes, I didn't expect this old man to see the wealth, phew!"

Ling Qingcheng moved sideways and stood in front of the old man: "Don't say it so early, this money bag is really nothing special, it is not a problem to find ten or eight on this street, but the rope on the mouth of the money bag is not so ordinary." ”

Ling Qingcheng pulled out the rope and showed it to the people around him.

"This is the Yunyue rope of the Beijing Imperial Weaving Workshop, it is characterized by the silver filament added inside, and the weaving pattern is selected to be auspicious clouds, implying that the clouds and the moon accompany each other, and the money bag with this dark red rope belt should also be dark red, and the pattern and knitting method should be the same, since it is your money bag, you can explain, how can there be something in the Beijing Imperial Weaving Workshop in such a small place as Yingcheng?"

The woman was a little flustered, pulled the little girl along, and continued to argue: "This is a reward from my master, and we are a big family, and we are not short of these few dollars!"

"Heh~" Ling Qingcheng sneered, "The things in the Imperial Weaving Workshop are not expensive, but he only sells them to officials in the capital and literary heroes from all over the country, as far as I know, no one in Yingcheng meets this condition." ”

The imperial weaving workshop was founded by the first emperor, when the capital was popular with extravagance, officials were corrupt, compared with each other, the first emperor ordered political corrupt officials, and finally set up the imperial weaving workshop, the things inside are not expensive, the first emperor wanted everyone to know that the treasures and silver have nothing to do with it, the important thing is the heart of the maker.

The things in the imperial weaving workshop are very exquisite, and the price is not expensive, many officials in the capital have changed such jewelry, Zhuang Ran is a frequent visitor to the imperial weaving workshop, even the exclusive ivory carving of Jun Haoyu, there are also a few ornaments from the imperial weaving workshop.

Seeing that she couldn't continue to insist, the woman changed her tone: "What if it's from the Imperial Weaving Workshop? That doesn't mean that the money belongs to this old man, maybe he got it from somewhere!"

Although the old gentleman was wearing a navy blue jacket, the satin on it was not an ordinary thing. ”

At this time, everyone began to look, and the sharp-eyed people found that his robe was not plain, but embroidered with black thread and black bamboo!

The two saw that they couldn't pretend to be able to go down, so they quietly slipped away while everyone was watching the old gentleman.

Ling Qingcheng returned the money bag to him, and after thanking him, the young man helped the old gentleman to leave.

Ling Qingcheng stepped forward quickly and bowed: "This gentleman, although you and I don't know each other, the junior has a question and wants to ask for leave. ”

The young man took the lead and said: "It's already polite to thank you, you are so high-profile to attract everyone to look at my husband, is it possible to make something lively? How can a young man be so showy!"

was said by a teenager that he loved to be in the limelight, Ling Qingcheng was a little speechless, and the old gentleman waved his hand gently: "That's it, you also want to give me justice, but the old man is weak by nature and doesn't like to argue with others." ”

"It's not clear, if everyone retreats like this, wouldn't it make the bad guys take advantage?"

Ling Qingcheng felt that the old gentleman could naturally think of the methods she could think of, but she didn't understand, why didn't he say it?

"To say it or not to say it is about whether it is worth it or not. ”

After the old gentleman finished speaking, he left, leaving Ling Qingcheng standing a little melancholy.

Linglong walked up to her and asked, "Childe, the matter is settled, why are you still so sullen?"

Ling Qingcheng returned to the inn with her, Jinxiu looked at Ling Qingcheng who was silent, put her arm against Linglong, and motioned for her to ask about the situation.

Linglong put the fruit plate in front of Ling Qingcheng and whispered, "Princess, let's eat some." ”

Ling Qingcheng looked at the fruit plate and sighed: "That gentleman must be an official of the capital, but he is immediately in the capital, and he is reluctant to speak even when he encounters a dispute, is Sheng Guo really disappointed the people and officials now?"

At that time, Ling Qingcheng saw that his clothes were special, and then noticed Yunyue Rope, so he wanted to help him even more.

It wasn't because she cared about who he was, but because she wanted to know what made these people choose to leave.

Above the court, there are fewer and fewer loyal and good, and there are more and more traitors, she is just a little uncomfortable.

When the old gentleman and the boy returned to their residence, he looked at the rope on the money bag and asked, "Which money bag is this?"

The boy thought for a moment, walked to the side and rummaged for a while, handing over a dark red money bag.

When the old gentleman saw it, he was stunned, and tears slowly flashed in his eyes.

The young man asked puzzledly: "Sir, are you okay, I'll put it away for you, you said you didn't want to use it, I didn't take it out, and then the rope of the black money bag broke, so I replaced it with this rope...... Please sir, punish ......"

The young man bowed his head to admit his mistake, and the old gentleman wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and handed the money bag to the young man: "Put it away." ”

The young man took the money bag, and the old gentleman suddenly grabbed him: "Did the boy just now say that this is the Yunyue rope?"