After bathing, Bai Qingting changed into a long skirt of a crescent moon shirt, covered with a tender yellow half arm, and tied the crescent belt with a cold plum sachet made by Bai Yaoguang himself, but it was no longer filled with dogwood, but with a grass-flavored incense bead.

The long hair was still wet and didn't tie up the sideburns anymore, just casually let it fall over the shoulders.

When she left the dormitory and went to the main hall, Aunt Wu had already cooked a table of dishes, just waiting for her to serve lunch on the table.

Aunt Wu is a slightly chubby middle-aged woman, her smile is very kind and kind, and Uncle Wu is also an honest farmer who doesn't talk much, with dark skin and a mouthful of yellowish teeth when she smiles.

In his early years, the countryside was hit by drought, so he dragged his family to move to Kyoto.

But although Kyoto is a prosperous place, it is not easy to make ends meet, sons and daughters-in-law were beaten to death by villains, and the remaining one-year-old child, the second elder with his grandson was lonely under grief, and was bullied by those who praised the high and stepped on the low.

Unexpectedly, the child was already weak and sickly, and soon after leaving his mother's milk, he became ill and died in a month.

It was also at that time that the original owner met the second elder who had reached a desperate situation, and then took pity on his pain and did not want the second elder to be depressed, so he handed over the house to the second elder to take care of, and bought a small residence for him not far from Nanyan Street, which was enough for the second elder to live in peace.

First, this house needs to be taken care of, and secondly, the house has a secret room and secret passage, so that the second elder comes to take care of it during the day and goes back at night, and it does not prevent the original owner from coming out of the secret passage dark room at night to do whatever he wants, this arrangement is undoubtedly the best arrangement.

Fortunately, Aunt Wu and Uncle Wu are also naturally open-minded and optimistic people, the first days of the second old man always have a sad face, and he is always in tears, and when he sees the original owner, he smiles and is busy and happy.

With emotional sustenance, life is better.

The original owner is a person who has gone through the death of a family and a great disaster, and he knows the grief in it, and after knowing that the second elder loves her as a daughter, he also accepts it with a smile.

Although Aunt Wu is a peasant woman, her cooking skills are the best.

Bai Qingting ate home-cooked food and enjoyed the deliciousness, and he didn't feel like he was in a different world.

Such a scene has never been seen in modern times since the death of her eldest sister.

Looking at the second elder who was finally persuaded by her to sit down to eat together, Bai Qingting took fresh vegetables and fish and meat and went straight to the second elder's bowl, "Aunt Wu and Uncle Wu, you eat quickly, so many delicious dishes can't be wasted." ”

Aunt Wu and Wu Bolian nodded a little bit, and the tears in her old eyes were slightly overflowing.

The original owner had never had the opportunity to let the two elders eat at the same table, and at this time, Bai Qingting was so enthusiastic that the two elders were at a loss.

After a while, she chatted with the second elder about some new things in Kyoto while eating, and the second elder gradually let go of his hands and feet, no longer tied his hands and feet, and the words slipped away, and the meals were eaten more.

Three people at a table, the atmosphere gradually melted up.

After lunch, Bai Qingting tied his long hair into a girl's sideburns at random, took a felt hat and put it on, and went out.

Let's go to the corner of the coffin shop first, there is no sign of Xiao Nianzi, think about it, it has only been more than ten days, it should not be done.

After a few more walks, I heard that some people in the teahouse were very good at books, so she followed to see the excitement.

As soon as she entered the teahouse, she knew that it was the teahouse she entered last time.

This time she didn't go into the private room, but listened to the old man with a little sheep's whisker on the table in the lobby downstairs.

Bai Qingting listened carefully, as if he was telling the story of a talented and beautiful woman, and the storyteller said the beginning, and she could probably guess the end.

She didn't have much interest, and when she sat down and drank tea and ate some refreshments, she was about to leave, when two teenagers came next to her table, and as soon as they sat down, they happily talked about the last big thing.

"The Li family's clothing has also been beautiful for decades, and I can't imagine that it will end up today!" A young man of about fifteen years old said, "Three clans in a row! This Master Li's son Li Lin is still the Lord of the Heavenly Mansion, this touch of holy anger, the official of these four grades is useless! It's not that it's about copying and copying! ”

Master Li is talking about Li Sen, the imperial businessman who was originally in charge of the palace clothing industry.

Li Lin is Li Sen's only son.

The three clans of the Li family were beheaded, naturally including him.

Another young man said, "Since ancient times, honor and disgrace have coexisted, if it weren't for the fact that his Li family had no pupils in the heavy yang dragon robe, I don't know how long it would have been beautiful." It's good that this big event comes out and pours it down, so that his Li family can rely on the emperor's grace to oppress people everywhere, and Lord Fu Cheng doesn't know how many good girls have been harmed! ”

"That's really an eye!"

"Isn't it just ......"

When Bai Qingting left the teahouse, the two teenagers were still talking angrily.

She didn't care about whether God had eyes, and she didn't care about whether his Li family should die.

She only knew that she wanted to make the father and son Li Sen and Li Lin into fresh corpses.

But these two are now locked up in the prison of Dali Temple, what can she do to get them out alive and dissect them in three days?

Jun Ziheng is the secretary of Dali Temple, he is the head of Dali Temple, if he can nod and agree, then everything will naturally be fine.

But these two people are the targets of his beheading, she can't run to him and say that she wants to make the two of them into fresh corpses, please let him raise his noble hand and give these two to her, right?

Besides, whether in modern times or in this Zhenlong period, she thinks that this perfect art of dissecting the living is not something that everyone can appreciate.

She had to think of a way, a perfect way.

The emperor was furious this time, and directly crossed the prison of the Criminal Department and threw the three Li clans into the prison of Dali Temple, making it clear that there was no longer any need for Dali Temple to review and verify, and Dali Temple Qing was just a prisoner.

Whether it is the prison of the Criminal Department or the prison of Dali Temple, she feels that it is a net of heaven and earth, and it is okay to protect herself with her three-legged cat skills, and going to rob the prison is no different from seeking death.

Then, she can't break through and have to take it skillfully.

But no matter how clever she is, she can't go beyond the gentleman of Dali Temple.

It seemed that she had to build a further relationship with her accomplice and neighbor.

At noon the day after tomorrow is the time for the execution of the prisoner, and even today, she only has more than two days.

This time is too short.

Bai Qingting, who was thinking about countermeasures, didn't pay much attention to the crowd coming and going on Xiyan Street, and suddenly a woman who was trotting hurriedly bumped into her head-on, and the force was too great, knocking the felt hat on her head away.

The woman looked at the woman who was dressed like any small jasper, but her temperament did not look like a pampered young lady, Bai Qingting thought to herself, she should be the slave of a powerful family.

The woman picked up the felt hat in a panic, and bowed to Bai Qingting with a pale face: "Girl! It's me who is reckless, I hope the girl must not be like me! ”

Bai Qingting took the felt hat, put it back on and said, "It's okay." ”

The woman thanked her again, and trotted into the crowd again, and in a moment turned into an alley.

Bai Qingting retracted her gaze, and when she turned around, she saw a carriage parked beside her, and Jun Ziheng rolled up the brocade curtain in his hand and signaled to her: "Bai Daizhao." ”

I think it was her felt hat that made him recognize her when he happened to be passing by.

Bai Qingting wore a felt hat and bowed: "Lord Jun." ”