Bingxin is the cousin of his cousin, the only daughter of Prince Mu, who is of a higher background than him and has a transparent temperament, but he doesn't like to deal with these cousins and cousins who are close to each other.

Later, she opened a bookstore, wrote a biography, and became a celebrity in the capital, so she got the title of Bingxin layman.

Jiang Mengzhen's expression is Hengzhi, in the past, in order to be able to talk to this cousin, he also wrote a script as he liked, and specially took the pen name of a Mingxin layman.

Jiang Mengzhen learned a lot of things, and the book was written for fun, but it was just a tool to please the people.

Unexpectedly, he really made some achievements later, but he kindly discussed with this cousin, so that the true identity of Mingxin Jushi has remained mysterious, so that the world thinks that Mingxin Jushi is also a woman.

This world is more harsh on men, and I feel that men don't need to learn so much if they don't enter the court. There are many literati who seek after Mingxin laymen, but if their identities are exposed, there will be more ridicule than approval.

The delicate writing that was originally praised will also be said to be greasy and crooked in the man's family, not to mention that his reputation in Beijing is really not good, so this important identity cannot be opened.

After reading the letterhead, Jiang Mengzhen twisted the note and rested it on the flickering candle flame. The thin paper touched the faint candle flame, and the pale yellow flame opened its mouth, and the tongue of fire licked the tail of the note, and in a moment it devoured most of the paper, and he let go of his hand, and the letterhead instantly turned into a small pile of black soot.

Although Hao Cheng is a scholar, in order to bury his mother and father, he sold all the valuable pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Later, when Hao Cheng came, he only used finely ground carbon strips instead of pen and ink, and used plain clothes instead of rice paper, and never purchased paper and ink.

Before leaving, she was stingy, ripped off a shabby dress, and wrote a lot of them. The content she wrote was far richer than that of Jiang Mengzhen's cousin, and her tone was sincere.

The image of a timid and lonely weak scholar jumped on the paper, no, on the cloth. But if Hao Cheng is really a coward, then she should swallow her anger and calm down when it comes to Yaxing and her uncle. Running away temporarily, it's just to dislike him for trouble.

Hao Cheng's words and demeanor had already shown signs, he should have guessed her thoughts, but yesterday's rice wine was too sweet, he drank a few more glasses, and fell asleep for a while, and he didn't even hear her getting up in the middle of the night.

He lit a fire in the brazier, picked up the white cloth with charcoal in his fingers, and hung it over the brazier.

When the brazier fire gradually went out, he folded the densely written old cloth again, folded it neatly, and put it in the small package that Hao Cheng had driven him out and prepared for him before.

Jiang Mengzhen doesn't like to come out and move around, so there are not many people in the village who know him. If he wants to leave, he won't attract the attention of others.

He took some time to go to town and exchange the gold leaf for a silver ticket that was more convenient to carry. It took him some money to persuade those house owners to find out Hao Cheng's whereabouts.

With Hao Cheng here, it is still a little interesting, without Hao Cheng, and without identity documents, it is inconvenient to procure all kinds of things. Although it is easy to do things with money, without identity documents, you have to spend several times as much money.

He had no source of income, and was not a master who could endure hardship, so he spent a few days at the best inn in town, and when he thought that the time was almost up, he bought a carriage and went down to the dart bureau to ask a few men to escort him around.

Hao Cheng didn't know that Jiang Mengzhen had already left Xinghua Village, and he would have to leave sooner or later. One is a noble son with an extraordinary background, even if she is admitted to the promotion in the future and does not become an official, she will definitely not have the opportunity to meet in the future.

When this person said his name, she intuitively felt that the other party was lying, and a person who refused to even say his real name lightly would inevitably have some stories behind her that people from a family like her could not touch. Although Jiang Mengzhen is really good, Hao Cheng can't have any thoughts about this person.

The man she saved, as long as he still has a little conscience, should not have any hatred for her. After all, she deliberately waited for Jiang Mengzhen to get better before running away.

She ran away overnight, and she was riding in someone's ox cart. Luckily, I ran into a caravan again and gave her a ride. The original owner had never been out of the courtyard, but because he wanted to enter Beijing to catch the exam, he still went to Mingzhou, which governs the surrounding towns.

Mingzhou is probably equivalent to the provincial capital city of her world, prosperous and lively, and when Hao Cheng wants to take the exam, he has to take the exam in this place, so coming to settle in this place is a plan that Hao Cheng has made a long time ago.

The man she saved was nothing more than an accident, at best a catalyst for her to finish her plan ahead of schedule.

After several days of driving, the metropolis, which is completely different from Xinghua Village, finally revealed its original appearance in front of Hao Cheng. The caravan that had given her a ride stopped, and the woman who was hugged tightly by Hao Cheng said impatiently: "The place has arrived, you can come down." ”

Hao Cheng was awakened from her dream, rubbed her buttocks, which were sore from the saddle, and then carefully carried her small package off the horse.

When she went out, she sewed all her valuable things into the pockets of her clothes, and sewed them in several places, and there were only some scattered silver and clothes and dry food in the small package.

Fortunately, she has a good character, and the caravan on the road saw that her clothes were shabby, and she was never greedy.

She stood still on the side, breathed a breath of fresh floral air, and before she had time to get excited about the bustling city in front of her, a group of young daughters around her rode horses and galloped past, raising the dust on her face.