The two hundred and ninety-ninth round

Qin Ying and the hairpin lady were the last to come out of the eldest grandson's mansion, because the eldest grandson lady specially said a few words to the hairpin lady. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe two of them entered the carriage hand in hand, and the car pulled by the green ox slowly blended into the deep night.

Gao Shilian, who had been bothering the eldest grandson's mansion, happened to say goodbye to the eldest grandson's uncle.

When he was in the corridor in the front yard, Gao Shilian accidentally caught a glimpse of Qin Ying's side face, and felt that this little lady had seen it herself for no reason.

So he stood at the door of the house and asked Uncle Changsun casually: "Whose noble daughter is the little lady next to the hairpin lady?" The figure has not yet been pulled, but it can be vaguely seen that the appearance is moving. ”

Uncle Eldest Sun glanced in the direction of the car, and said slowly with a hesitant look on his face: "She was born in the side branch of the Pei family in Hedong, and claimed that Pei Lian, who had returned to Beijing not long ago, was her distant uncle, and returned to Beijing with Pei Lian. But I think her identity is much more than that. Because the daughter of the family will not be allowed to study medicine. ”

"How can I see that she knows how to heal?" Gao Shilian's eyes flickered, and he asked along with his words.

"During the banquet of the noble lady, the concubine of Fan Yang Lu's family fell into the water, my son invited the doctor of the Imperial Physician's Department to pass the house, the decoction was not boiled out for a long time, and the person could not wake up, so I sent the little maid to buckle the door of Xihua Temple, hoping to make the Guan Zhu Qin Ying break an example, who knew that the little guy returned to the house to tell the Guan Zhu that he was not in the Guan Nei today. On the other side, this little lady of the Pei family rescued the Lu family's concubine with a hairpin stabbing hole. ”

Gao Shilian was stunned for a long time, and reluctantly found the right words to evaluate: "...... This person's courage and heart are not simple. ”

Hearing the mention of hairpins, almost all Beijing officials shudder. A year ago, the official prostitute surnamed Mei in Pingkangfang stabbed Hou Junji's tan with a hairpin, which caused an uproar in the court, and the wind has not subsided so far, even Gao Shilian, who had just returned from Yizhou for a few months, had heard of it.

Uncle Eldest Sun nodded and continued: "She was sitting in the room of the Lu family's concubine, so I took the opportunity to talk to her and ask where Pei Lin lived, but she was unwilling to answer me. I think 'Pei Jialan Niang' has another secret. ”

Gao Shilian also sensed the secret taste, and said in a solemn tone: "There should be a palace banquet on August 15, and I will ask you and my two ladies to pay more attention to her." ”

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Qin Ying naturally wouldn't know that he was being targeted by Uncle Sun Guo and Gao Shilian, who were living as human beings. After returning to Xingdao, Qin Ying tiredly changed out of women's clothes, draped some heavy hair buns to her back, put hairpins and flower ornaments on the small table casually, and then lay down on the bamboo couch to squint and take a nap with only a middle coat.

Mei Sanniang heard the sound of wheels in the front yard and knew that the two ladies who were attending the banquet had returned. She called the maid to boil hot water for the hairpin lady, and she carried a basin of well water into Qin Ying's room, sat down next to Qin Ying and wiped off her face with a wet hand towel, and said with a smile: "How about the banquet hosted by the eldest grandson's mansion?" ”

Qin Ying let her take a handkerchief to wipe it patiently on her face, and said vaguely when she was covered by a handkerchief: "Beauty is beautiful, not perfect." ”

"What's wrong?" Mei Sanniang heard her somewhat dissatisfied attitude, and raised her eyebrows.

"At the banquet, I met someone I didn't want to meet, but that person was better in appearance and size than me." Qin Ying thought about it and decided not to tell her that the poem she wrote was ridiculed by a group of nobles, but she just picked Su Zhiyan's story and told her.

Mei Sanniang comforted Qin Ying and said not to be presumptuous, so she got up and went out to ask the little girl to boil water.

Waiting for Qin Ying to wash off the smell of fat powder around her body, she finally felt comfortable all over. She can tolerate other people's grease and powder, but she can't accept these things from her heart. However, since she wants to get involved in the circle of noble women, she must also bend her waist and change because of this.

There was the hypnosis of fruit wine that night, and Qin Ying quickly fell into a dark and sweet dream.

When she woke up the next day, Qin Ying had a headache. She hadn't touched alcohol since she was stabbed, and she couldn't bear it even more after only a little bit of it yesterday. However, her steps to enter the court to participate in the conference were still as smooth as before, not even like a teenager.

There was nothing about the Ministry of Rites above the court, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu quietly made a background cloth with the four ministers and deputy Shi below.

Qin Ying secretly sat behind the ancestral hall and yawned. It's not sleepy, it's just used to relieve headaches.

After more than half an hour of observing the dissolution of the court, Qin Ying followed the people of the Ministry of Rites back to the official office to do things.

Since she was demoted to the position of a member of the ancestral hall by the Ministry of Rites, the work in her hands has become more and more troublesome. For example, at the Mid-Autumn Festival palace banquet on August 15, Qin Ying submitted three sets of copywriting, but they were all rejected by the ancestral hall Langzhong as if they were picking bones in the egg, saying that the palace banquet had no new ideas, and asked Qin Ying to re-plan with a smile and kind words.

Qin Ying could only swallow his anger and hold the copywriting that he had written several volumes, and returned to the table to bite the pen and think about it. She wondered if the ancestral hall had gained power and deliberately took this opportunity to squeeze herself.

It's actually very easy to do this kind of thing when the staff waits for the palace banquet.

I remember that when Qin Ying was in the ancestral hall, she used a red pen to approve whatever the staff wrote, and then scrutinized the details of the copy, and if she found any shortcomings, she circled it with a red pen, flipped through the materials left in the past and the regulations of various ceremonies and compared them, and reported to the Ministry of Rites after personally perfecting them.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ying used to be convenient for people in the reign, but now that he has been taken the throne, he is miserable to such a point.

This world really doesn't allow her to be soft-hearted.

After Qin Ying arrived at the independent wing room of Yuanwailang, he piled up his three sets of discarded copywriting, as well as various bamboo scrolls that recorded the rules of the ceremony, and checked them one by one. Although the ancestral hall is a thorn in herself, she can't hold back.

After watching it for a while, Qin Ying had an unbearable headache, and the root of his teeth itched to greet the ancestors of all generations in the ancestral hall: The process of the palace banquet is bound by the rules and regulations, and even the number of meat and vegetables on the table of the officials of each official rank is clearly stipulated, who can write a new copy?

Writing with new ideas is a violation of the taboo by transgressing the etiquette system, and writing without new ideas can not pass the difficulties in the ancestral hall.

Qin Ying held his head with both hands and lamented that the tiger fell into Pingyang, Yu Guang happened to see a line of words on a certain bamboo scroll, and Qin Ying, who had a flash of inspiration, pushed away a large pile of bamboo rolls in front of him, picked up his hand and left the official office of the Ministry of Rites, and left the palace to take a car to the teaching workshop.

She remembered that one of the medicine boys who had poisoned the prince was a relative of the Jiaofang envoy. She stopped the torture of the drug child during the interrogation in Dali Temple, and the envoy was very grateful to her. However, Qin Ying didn't get too close to him. Now that she is going to visit the workshop envoy, she may be able to open up the closed mind.

"There are still seven days, and Lord Qin's copywriting has not yet passed? So what did I receive the other day? The workshop envoy asked in surprise, and then took out a silk book from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Qin Ying. (To be continued.) )