On the second day, Yingchun put on a plain long skirt, pinned a silver hairpin to the bun, and then took Xi'an to the Beijing Palace.

The carriage of the Sun Mansion had long been replaced with a blue and white curtain, and it was parked at the door and waited.

The two of them got into the car, and because Sun Shaozu was not at home, the car behind was followed by the housekeeper with the ceremony.

Xi'an saw Yingchun holding a particularly delicately decorated booklet in his hand, and couldn't help but be curious: "Miss Lin has come to live in our house for a few days, and even with her grandmother, she loves to read, and she still reads when she goes out." ”

Yingchun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I'm not here for myself." She smiled and flipped through the book in her hand.

Before she went to bed last night, she picked out a piece of fine silk, embroidered a few delicate green bamboo leaves on it, locked the edges with gold thread, and then made a book cover out of this material.

In this way, whoever finds this booklet will not easily throw it away, and will definitely hand it in.

"Who is that for?" Xi'an said curiously.

"This, the secret of heaven must not be revealed," Yingchun pretended to be mysterious, and after speaking, he smiled again, and said in a low voice: "This book is a collection of poems by Miss Lin, if there is fate, it will fall into the hands of King Beijing, it will be good." With that, he gently tugged the book into his arms.

"Ah, it turns out that what grandma said a few times ago about who can be worthy of Miss Lin refers to the prince of Beijing!" Xi'an suddenly realized at this moment.

"Yes, in this world, if you can match Miss Lin's peerless appearance and talent, I think it will be the King of Beijing, but too many daughters of famous families have such thoughts, and they have broken their heads to fight for the position of Princess Beijing, and I have no way to let the two of them meet, so I have to try it first." Yingchun said, frowning and smiling.

Lin Daiyu is not only beautiful, but also first-class, how many people have been dumped by a funeral flower chant, she doesn't believe that a man like King Beijing who is also in a romantic mood will be indifferent when he reads this poetry collection.

If you think about it carefully, in fact, you are no different from those famous ladies and ladies, and you laugh at them in your heart from time to time, what is the difference between this and laughing at fifty steps and a hundred steps.

The Beijing Mansion was not far from the Sun Mansion, and the carriage walked for about half an hour before arriving at the street in front of the Beijing Palace.

Yingchun lifted the curtain and looked out, but saw that the whole street was wrapped in white cloth, and on both sides of the road stood there were thousands of people standing in green clothes from the servants of the palace and monks and Taoists reciting scriptures.

Along the way, the carriage of condolences is endless, there are only female dependents on the car of Yingchun, so the vehicle has been driven to the door of the side door before stopping, Yingchun got off the car, and the servant woman in charge took Yingchun in.

Yingchun did not squint, but only looked at the palace with the corner of his eye.

I thought that Jiafu was bold enough, but seeing this Beijing Mansion at this moment, it really made her breathtaking, not only the building was magnificent, but even the bricks and tiles, grass and trees on the ground were particularly exquisite.

In order to receive the guests who came to mourn, the Beijing Palace set up several halls in the outer courtyard to be responsible for this matter, the officials and guests were on the west side, and the female dependents were on the east side.

When the steward in charge of receiving guests from the Beijing Palace, the Sun Shilang of the Military Department, and Mrs. Jia, were coming, a room of ladies who were mourning sadly all turned their heads to look at Yingchun.

Yingchun knew that everyone was here to watch Li Han, the famous clothier in the capital in February, and smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face was still very calm, first stepped forward to comfort each other with the female relatives of the Shuirong family, and then sat down and drank a few sips of tea, and when the time came, he came to the Lingtang with the sacrifice ceremony, and burned paper in front of the spirit of Princess Beijing.

King Beijing was dressed in snow white, standing on the side of the spiritual platform, although his face was haggard and his expression was slightly trance, but between his gestures, it was no worse etiquette.

Yingchun secretly admired in his heart, but his face was naturally sad, and he left after the solemn worship.

Yingchun went out of the door of the mourning hall, and the daughter-in-law of the housekeeper came to greet him and sent her to another hall to drink tea and eat snacks.

"You see that this person comes and goes today, officials come and go, plus the families of female dependents, there are so many characters, but his house is well arranged, and there is no reduction in disorder, which shows that King Ping of Beijing is very disciplined in governing his family." Yingchun whispered to Xi'an.

"Yes, if Miss Lin can marry such a family in the future, she won't have to worry about it for the rest of her life." Xi'an nodded.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yingchun was about to leave for home, and when she saw that no one was paying attention at the moment, she quietly took out the book in her arms, lowered her hand, and gently slid it on the ground, and then sent it under the chair with her heels, and the book of poems slipped into the corner.

"Why did Grandma hide that booklet so deeply, I'm afraid that no one will find out for a few days." On the way back, Xi'an asked Yingchun puzzled.

"I mean to."

"Why?"

"I originally thought that Princess Beijing had been ill for so long, and King Beijing should have been mentally prepared, but when I saw him just now, I was still in a trance, he was like this, even if he found a collection of poems, he wouldn't read it, so it's better to talk about it later." Yingchun said with a light smile.

Xi'an listened and couldn't help nodding.

Yingchun smiled, but he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

What if no one ever found out about that book.

What if it was discovered, but not handed over to King Beijing.

What if it was handed over to King Beijing, but King Beijing didn't read it.

What if King Beijing flipped through it but didn't care.

What if the king of Beijing cares, but doesn't have the idea of who made this book of poems.

Yingchun felt like her brain was about to explode.

Everything depends on the will of God.

Before the time of the lamp, Yingchun and his party returned to the Sun Mansion, Yingchun returned to the house, undressed and had dinner with Daiyu, chatting about what he saw and heard in the Beijing Mansion today, but only heard that Yingchun couldn't stop admiring how the spirit of the Beijing Palace, how decent the officials and servants in the palace were, and how the King of Beijing himself was outstanding, and Daiyu just echoed and nodded, and did not pay much attention.

Yingchun had no choice but to look at Xi'an and smile bitterly.

These days are also calm, Yingchun day after carefully taking care of Daiyu's diet and daily life, Daiyu left Jiafu, although the body is still sick, but there is no in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion when the day is not as good as the decline, Yingchun sees, the heart is naturally a little happy.

Yingchun saw that Daiyu gradually adapted to the life here, so he began to work on the matter of February Spring, Zhang Quan and Liu Er already knew at this moment that this Mr. Li was originally the wife of the Sun Shilang family of the military department who sent troops south, and they were a little panicked and didn't know what to do.

And no one in the store dared to ask for clothes for a while, and the orders that were originally received were pressed there, and no one dared to urge.

Seeing this, Yingchun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Grandma's identity, the lady of the squire's family, and the daughter of the Guogong Mansion, is really no longer suitable to come out." Zhang Quan said to Yingchun.

"My mother's house has an empty shelf, and my husband's family is not good to me, I just want to save some silver and leave him, so there is no identity without identity, and I will say to the outside world in the future, I want to come to February Spring to make clothes, and write down the body size and the general habits of the master's family, we still have to do this business, you can rest assured, our February Spring fame has gone out, and there will always be people who come to ask for clothes."

Yingchun judged well, although Februarychun was silent for some days, but slowly, some people began to buy a dress designed by Mrs. Sun Fujia herself.

It's just that after nearly a month like this, there is still no movement on the side of King Beijing, and Yingchun is starting to feel a little depressed in his heart.

It seems that we have to find another way.