CHAPTER XLIII
Ping Yao originally asked casually, but she didn't expect Yun Yi to really answer her. And this answer even carries a bit of teaching.
Since Ping Yao came here, no one has taught her like Yun Yi. Moreover, Yun Yi is still her opponent in some ways.
"Thank you."
Yun Yi smiled faintly, and his shallow appearance penetrated the night and fell to the bottom of Ping Yao's eyes. "It's late at night, let's go inside."
"See you tomorrow."
After speaking, Ping Yao didn't stay any longer, pushed open the door of Kunhe Palace, and dodged in.
Looking at the towering and closed vermilion door, the smile on Yun Yi's face gradually faded. In its place was a deep silence.
Ping Yao could ask him a question lightly, but the questions in his heart couldn't ask her calmly.
For example, why did Ping Yao go to help the queen? Why help him?
When Ping Yao escaped from the palace, it was Aunt Chun who brought her up.
And Aunt Chun is Lin Fanning's dowry maid. is also a palace maid who grew up with Lin Yuanxiu.
Aunt Chun was able to take Ping Yao out of the palace alive, and she also relied on Lin Yuanxiu's help.
Therefore, when Lin Yuanxiu knew that Aunt Chun was sick and Ping Yao wanted to go out of the palace to visit, he didn't say a word.
Ping Yao walked out of the palace lightly.
The avenue in front of the palace is wide and empty, and there are not many people.
Ping Yao didn't go far when he saw a carriage parked in the middle of the road.
When Ping Yao walked to the carriage, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a face that was so ordinary that it could only be considered clean appeared in front of Ping Yao.
However, on that ordinary face, there are a pair of bright and elegant eyes.
Ping Yao smiled.
After more than ten years, Ping Yao has learned a lot of messy things. Transfiguration is one of them.
However, she also learned to an upper middle level. And the other party's skills are also very high, and she can't even see the flaws.
Luckily, she recognized those eyes.
Elegant as a mountain and like a clear spring, clear and warm, Ping Yao has only seen it in one person.
Yunyi.
The coachman put down the footstool, and Ping Yao stepped on the stool and got into the carriage. Yun Yi helped her lift the curtain, and Ping Yao got in.
The inside of the carriage is very spacious, with two rows of soft seats on the left and right. There is also a small table in the middle.
Yun Yi sat opposite Ping Yao. On the table between the two, tea and snacks are placed.
The coachman is highly skilled. The carriage went fast and steady, with very little bumps. None of the water in the teacups on the table spilled.
Yun Yi poured tea for Ping Yao: "Have you had breakfast?" β
"Ate some." Knowing that she has to run long distances, Ping Yao naturally won't treat her body badly.
"That's good. There's still something on the table that you can eat if you're hungry. β
"Don't worry, I'm not welcome."
Because of the rain, there was no way to run the horses, so I had to sit in a slightly slower carriage.
However, because the gift giving team has just set off, and because the weather is very slow. Therefore, Yun Yi and Ping Yao are not afraid of not being able to catch up.
Along the way, the two of them walked slowly behind the team.
During the day, play chess in a carriage and read a book. In the evening, neither of them wanted to treat themselves badly, and they had been resting at the inn for a long time. Get a good night's sleep and go back the next day refreshed.
After walking for two days, I finally arrived at a city without rain.
Ping Yao was stuffy in the carriage for two days, and couldn't wait to take a break in the market.
Discuss with Yun Yi, stay in the town for half a day, and have a hot meal at noon before leaving.
Yun Yi is also a loose character, and he agrees with Ping Yao's mention very much.
Anyway, I'm not in a hurry.
Ping Yao and Yun Yi first walked around the market, collected some local specialties, and stored them in the carriage as dry food to eat on the road.
I bought some new gadgets again, and it was fun on the road.
After two hours, when it was time for dinner, when Ping Yao was shopping to pay the bill, he asked the boss, which restaurant has the best food here.
With the advice of the locals, Ping Yao went straight there.
There are many delicious restaurants. The first and second floors are already overcrowded. Ping Yao and Yun Yi were led to the private room on the third floor by the shopkeeper.
The private room is expensive, and there are not many people. It's quiet.
Ping Yao and Yun Yi were satisfied. Although the price is a little expensive, neither of them is bad for money.
While waiting for the food to be served, Ping Yao pushed open the window of the private room and looked at the scenery.
I didn't care about it, I saw an old acquaintance.
Ping Yao shouted Yunyi: "Come and see, who is next." β
Yun Yi walked to the window, and Ping Yao opened it slightly to the side, giving him a seat.
Below is also a lively street, lined with the cries of hawkers and the sound of pedestrians haggling on the street.
Crowded. If you just drop it, you won't see it.
But there is a group of people, even in the crowded market, people can see it at a glance.
Soldier. They all have a sense of slaughter that is unique to the army. More than a dozen people walked together, and pedestrians on the street avoided it.
The first person is even more eye-catching-under the aura of slaughter, the aristocratic temperament that cannot be concealed.
Isn't it Song Cong, who was thrown into the barracks by the old deputy general from time to time since he was a child?
Ping Yao lay on the window lattice, holding his chin and watching idly: "It turns out that he has been on the same road with us for the past few days." He's not going to find out about us, is he? β
Yun Yi casually glanced downstairs and continued to go back to his seat to drink tea.
"There are so many carriages on the road, how can he have kung fu to doubt one by one. This is the first task given to him by Emperor Dachang, and he probably has no intention of caring about anything else. β
"The first task is about to fail, and it's a pity for Song Cong."
Ping Yao sighed and was about to go back to the table, but stopped because of Song Cong's move.
Selling one's body to bury one's father was very common in ancient times.
Ping Yao, a professional who has been focusing on abducting and selling little beggars for 20 years, doesn't know how many times I've encountered it.
Today, the eldest prince of Song also bumped into it.
Anyone with a brain knows that it's a lie.
However, Song Cong passed by and looked at the girl who was kneeling on the ground in filial piety clothes, and actually took out the money bag and threw ten taels of silver to the girl.
Ten taels of silver, equivalent to two thousand yuan.
Ping Yao couldn't help but wonder, is this Song Gongzi too naΓ―ve because he rarely walks around outside and is not familiar with the world, so he is easily deceived?
Ping Yao, a rich man, can't stand it, and those ordinary people can't stand it.
In the crowd, someone kindly reminded Song Cong: "Childe, she is a liar." Even if you do good deeds and give rewards, you don't need to give so much silver. β
Song Cong's face did not change, and he said indifferently: "I know." β
Ping Yao paused.
I know it's a lie, so I still have to throw so much money?
In an instant, Ping Yao figured it out.
At this time, the door of the private room was opened, and Xiao Er came in with the dishes. All five dishes are served.
Yun Yi was sitting at the table, scalding dishes with hot water. Even Ping Yao's tableware on the other side, he also helped clean it up.
Ping Yao didn't notice Yun Yi's actions either.
She was thinking about Song Cong.
Why did Song Cong generously give to that girl?
P.S. Here is a talk about the conversion of ancient currency. I have checked a lot of information, and the conversion method of each dynasty is different. This article is overhead, so it is more convenient to take a more convenient one: 1 tael of gold = RMB 2000 = 10 taels of silver 1 tael of silver = RMB 200 = 1000 Wen Qian = 1 hanging money 1 Wen Qian = RMB 0.2 yuan.
It is much more convenient to use this formula and will not cause controversy.