Qiu Tang sat in the sedan chair, touching his increasingly white fingers, and his heart gradually calmed down. This sedan chair not only saves a lot of foot strength, but also avoids people's eyes. If you have value, you can have these. Thinking of this, Qiu Tang took off an iris inlaid with glass beads and shook the golden branch in his hair, and looked at it carefully.

This hairpin was inserted in her hair by a white-robed boy himself. If Mother Xu knows, her life will be much better.

"Master Zhang." The house where Zhang An lived was full of small merchants and vendors, and these people bowed their hands in unison.

"Excuse me, tell me what happened in the past few days." Zhang An was sitting precariously, his eyes sweeping over everyone's faces like a torch, and now these family members looked more and more like pariahs.

"Hui Zhangye, the little one is walking the streets and alleys in the south of the city today, and I haven't heard of any girls of the same age from outside." A Zhang Xiangfu family dressed as a seller bowed down and said.

"I'll go to the east of the city tomorrow." Zhang An waved his hand and asked the seller to step aside.

"Master Zhang, the little one is selling fat powder on the street today, and I don't see a girl of the same age on the street." A man dressed as a small vendor said.

"Tomorrow you take your rouge to the kiln and have a good chat with the old bustards." Zhang An was a little helpless. It's been almost a month, and I haven't found any useful clues.

"Master Zhang, it's not a matter for us to look for it like this, Xiangye is still waiting for us to go back and restore our lives. It's better to ......," said a man dressed as a fortune teller.

"Why not as good as what?" Zhang An's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Jiading.

"Why don't we go out, just say that this girl is the lost daughter of the Holy City Zhang, and offer a reward of silver taels, I think someone will naturally help us find it."

"You kid, there are still a lot of crooked intestines, you will look for a few more days, you will inquire openly, make some noise, and in five days we will make a list to find relatives!" Zhang An took the case.

Qiu Tang sat in the sedan chair, listening to the sound of the collision of pearls and emeralds on his head, looking at the hands that no longer sting, and touching the delicate skin after touching the dead skin of the palms, Qiu Tang felt that his hands were gradually recovering, as long as he continued to take care of them like this, he would no longer be red, swollen and stinging. The pain of non-stop laundry all year round will never be again. Qiu Tang knows that he has to find a way to improve his own value, and the greater his value, the more comfortable he will live and the safer he will be. Performing arts may not be a bad thing.

Just thinking about it, the sedan chair stopped smoothly at the door of Linglong Pavilion, Qiu Tang sorted out his mood and got off the sedan chair, and walked in with the right master.

"Ma'am." Mother Xu was still waiting for her in the front hall drinking tea, and Qiu Tang was fluttering.

"Get up." Mother Xu's voice became more and more gentle. Quan Ye put the box in Xu's mother's hand.

Open the box, pearl necklaces, jade earrings, gilt bracelets, jade bracelets, gold hairpins, gemstone rings, small gold fans, dazzling.

"Take it and keep it. When I go again tomorrow, I will pick out the good ones inside and put them on. Mother Xu closed the lid and handed the box to Qiu Tang, "That iris golden step shake must be worn" Mother Xu seemed to remember something, and instructed.

"Yes." Qiu Tang Wanfu took the box and left the front hall.

After about half a burnt incense, Qiu Tang took off all the jewelry, washed off the fat powder on his face, tied a green silk hair behind him with a pink ribbon into a bunch, lightly swept the moth eyebrows, changed into a long embroidered skirt, and came to the back hall study.

"Today we look at the "Dress Gang" and look at the classification of clothes. If you don't understand something, you can ask me. Mr. Hu Baixi handed over a book.

"Yes." Qiu Tang saluted and sat down, and looked carefully. The first article of the opening is the nobility of color: in the first year of the founding of the country, Dingmo City was a holy city, and the four colors of black, white, red and gold were respected, followed by gray and silver...... The untouchables should be colored, not solid. Commoners, ordinary people, and untouchables are not overjoyed and mourned, and they are not allowed to wear red and white.

White. Qiu Tang chuckled in his heart, and the iris golden step shook in his mind.

"Why is my sister here?" Zhang Wan got up and saluted Zhang Rou in front of her. Zhang Rou hasn't been to Yulan Palace for a long time.

"Yi'er was ordered to go below to inspect the people's situation, there is nothing to do, I think I haven't seen my sister for a long time, so I'll come and see." Zhang Rou sat down. At this time, Zhang Rou exuded a gentle and atmospheric momentum all the time, "I heard that the saint called you in the middle of the night a few days ago, but what's the trouble?" ”

"Yi'er is getting more and more promising." Zhang Wan smiled and flattered, now Zhang Rou has completely lost the appearance of her former sister, and in addition to showing off, it is a temptation. Zhang Wan got up and saluted, "My sister hasn't congratulated me after my sister was promoted, I wish my sister a concubine." ”

"Hurry up, we are sisters, we don't need these cumbersome etiquette." Zhang Rou was full of smiles, saying that there was no need to be polite, but she didn't mean to help Zhang Wanxuan up.

"My sister reads our sisterhood, but my sister doesn't dare to forget the rules." Zhang Wan said, got up and sat back on the soft couch. "Sister Fang Cai asked me what the saint called me late at night, but it wasn't a big deal, but the second prince passed away, the queen was newly mourned, and the saint was depressed in his heart and couldn't sleep well, so he called me to talk to him late at night."

"After all, she is a wife, and the saint is also a person who values love and righteousness, so it's good for our sisters to try to let the saint be relieved." Zhang Rou regained her affinity.

"What's this posting?" More and more people gathered at the city gate, Zhang An and Xue Bowen stood by the city gate, and a few family members behind them were busy brushing the paste and pasting the search list.

"Folks, be quiet, listen to me, the beloved daughter of the Holy City Zhang Guoshi's family is lost, this is the housekeeper of the Zhang Guoshi's family, you, if anyone has seen the girl in the painting, or knows where this girl is, tell Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye has a heavy reward." Xue Bowen stood in front of the portrait and said loudly, his face reflected red in the setting sun.

Hu Baixi glanced at the portrait outside the overlapping crowd, and a sense of familiarity flashed in his heart. But this feeling was just a moment, Hu Baixi felt that he must have thought too much, bypassed the crowd, and walked towards his library.

"Phew!" There were too many people piled up at the city gate, and Hua Chen had to hold on to the reins, jump out of the car, and lead the horse slowly through the crowd.

"Senior brother, what are they doing here?" Hua Ren rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Come down and lead the horse, and I'll take a look." Drive the car away, Uncle Shi is tired and let him sleep more, don't wake him up. Hua Chen handed the reins to Hua Ren and squeezed into the crowd.

Hua Ren drove the carriage slowly towards the dart board, Hua Chen finally squeezed to the front, the woman in the portrait was quite familiar, like that person, but not like that person. Huachen stabilized his mind and squeezed out of the crowd. Chase after Hua Ren.

"Senior brother, what are you posting?"

"The one who is looking for someone said that he lost a child of a big official in the Holy City." Hua Chen said lightly.

"Ahem." Si Duhan, who was seeing a patient, felt a chill on his body, his throat and eyes itched, and his cough couldn't stop.

"Master," Shao Lang hurriedly poured a sip of tea and handed it to Si Duhan, "I'm sorry, please sit down for a while, and I'll prescribe medicine for you later." Shao Lang apologized to the patient and helped Si Duhan to the back hall to rest.

"Jade Dust." In the middle of the month, Huachen climbed over the wall and entered the hospital, and touched Yuchen's house.

"Who?" Yuchen woke up and lit a candle. After seeing the comer clearly, Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief, "As soon as I come back, it's sneaky and scary." ”

"Yuchen, let me ask you. Do you know who Begonia is? Huachen ignored Yuchen's complaints.

"Why did you remember to ask her?" When it comes to Qiu Tang, Yuchen's sleepiness is half gone.

"When I returned to the city today, Lord Xue led someone to post a portrait of a missing person at the gate of the city, saying that a big official in the holy city lost a child and came to our mausoleum to look for it, and he also hung a bounty. When I look at the portrait, the eyebrows and eyes are clearly carved out of the same mold. Hua Chen said as he walked around the room with his hands behind his back.

"Qiu Tang is Qiu Tang, a hard-working child." Yuchen looked at the dancing candle flame and said lightly, "If you don't want Qiu Tang to die, don't worry about this matter." She wasn't the person they were looking for. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Huachen understands a little, and some doesn't.

"They came to look for it last year, the same portrait, looking for it from house to house, and finally heard that they found a girl of the same age in Caifeng Tower, and they cut off the girl's head on the spot and took it away." Yuchen cut some candle wicks, and the dancing candle flame became quiet.

Yuchen's words frightened Hua Chen, and he looked at the candle flame and was silent for a long time before he said, "I understand." I'll come back tomorrow. At this time, Huachen already knew what Yuchen wanted to express. He also knew that there was a kind of wolf in human skin in this world, which did not spit out bones.

Huachen said goodbye to Yuchen and left over the wall. Yuchen was stunned, blew out the candle, and blended into the night.

"Ahem, ahem." Si Duhan crouched beside the bed, coughing violently.

The coughing sound woke up Shao Lang, who was guarding the side, got up, lit a candle, poured a bowl of decoction on the stove where the medicine was decocted, and held it in front of the bed: "Master, let's drink some more medicine."

Si Duhan forcibly swallowed the cough and drank the medicine in the bowl, the hot decoction slid down his throat, and the slight swelling and stinging pain made Si Duhan exhale slowly and sit up against the head of the bed. Shao Lang put the bowl and hurriedly helped Si Du Han tuck the quilt.

"It's fine. I'll lean on it for a while, you can sleep. Si Duhan said briefly, he was afraid that saying too long sentences would cause coughing.

"It doesn't matter, Master, I'm guarding, you're not feeling well, and there's someone who pours tea and water, you can rest." Shao Lang smiled reluctantly.

"Then you go and pour some more hot medicine, I'll take it in my mouth, cough cough, let's both sleep for a while." Ahem, ahem. Ming'er Medical Center is still open. Si Duhan felt an itch in his trachea, and he wanted to cough it out.

"Okay." Shao Lang poured another bowl of hot water and put it next to the bed, and walked outside with his shoes pulled.

Looking at Shaolang's back, Si Duhan was full of emotion, he had never married a wife in his life, and it was God's grace to have such a good child to take care of. I am already old, and I only hope that this child can be entrusted with important tasks, and the notice posted at the gate of the city has heard that some things must be done.