Mingzhu walked leisurely on the promenade, Wangjianglou she was very familiar, even if the original elegant interior was all replaced with a gorgeous peach, it could not stop Mingzhu's footsteps.

Although the outside is very lively, but the corridor is quiet, there is no figure, Mingzhu according to the memory of the layout of the Wangjiang Tower, along the corridor to the northernmost side, turn a corner and go inside. From right to left, count the doorway of the second room.

Mingzhu stood at the door of the room, looking left and right. There was no one around, and Mingzhu gently pushed the door open and entered.

There was no one in the room, Mingzhu closed the door of the room, turned his head and began to look around this room, which was supposed to be only the shopkeeper and the owner of Wangjiang Tower.

The room was small, except for the side of the door, there were ceiling-high black sandalwood bookshelves, and there were no ornaments such as antique vases and jasper ruyi ornaments, but even the books at the top showed no signs of dust, indicating that the room had been carefully cared for.

In the middle of the room was a table and a chair, on which were stacked with carefully bound books. Mingzhu sat down, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table seemed to be a little different from those used by ordinary people, Mingzhu reached out and held the pen on the table, feeling that it looked no different from the pen next to him, but it felt strange to hold it in his hand.

Mingzhu shook her head and put the pen down. I don't think much of that now. Her eyes fell on the neat and orderly rows of bookshelves, revealing a look of excitement, the purpose of today is this row of things.

Mingzhu looked for the third book in the third row on the left hand side and counted the third book on the right, Mingzhu looked at the "Qingkun Ten Years of Winter Moon" on the side of the book, and reached out and pulled out the book.

Mingzhu opened the book, the font on the book was not Juanxiu, but it was also neat and careful, the date record was clear at a glance, Mingzhu turned a few pages and found what he was looking for.

In that book, I remember clearly which guests visited on which day, including how the frame was, how the people were traveling, especially those who used a separate box, and the records were detailed, from clothing to accompanying the car, it was already almost the extent of drawing people.

If someone sees this kind of thing stored in this Wangjiang Tower, I am afraid that the entire Wangjiang Tower will not be able to avoid the fate of being confiscated.

Mingzhu looked at these detailed records, patted his head, and stopped in front of a line of words with a slender and slender look, stunned as if fascinated.

There was indeed a record of the carriage on it, and the name on it was also known to Mingzhu, but when she saw that name, she was still stunned.

The name was really familiar to her, not to mention anything else, but the main reason why she was locked up at home and not allowed to go out a few days ago was related to this person. Speaking of confinement, it seems that there is an inseparable relationship with Li Jiong. Mingzhu pursed her lips, remembering the sentence that her father brought when he woke up and counted him down over and over again, "If it weren't for the kid from the Li family next door, you would have lost your life a long time ago." ”

At the beginning, I did hug some of myself so that I didn't say a word to my father and ran out by myself, and casually peeled off a shark silk to make my father and mother extremely worried, and there was some guilt in the behavior of being talked about for a long time, but I got a little bored, quite impatient, and my father sat next to her, she covered her ears and stuffed herself into the quilt, and saw that her father was so angry that he knocked on the bed board with a feather duster.

Thinking of this, Mingzhu was very insincere, and sympathized a little with the young man who was pushed to the stage to perform as if he was an Oiran candidate, and he didn't know how interesting he should be now. Thinking about it, Mingzhu couldn't help laughing, she glanced at the familiar name on the book again, originally under the nagging of her father, she felt that she was a little stupid to casually pay for herself, but now it seems that she is really stupid in the right place, not a loss. Probably for psychological reasons, the words "the original Yu Wang Fengyu, now the new emperor" just touched to make Mingzhu happy. She touched the words again, as if the handwriting, which had long since dried up, was the embodiment of the person she was looking for.

Mingzhu closed the book and carefully put it back in its place. There was a faint sound of talking outside, Mingzhu straightened his clothes, put on a fair and honest appearance and pushed the door and walked out. There was no one outside, Mingzhu closed the door of the room, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a few small people wearing red-edged linen narrow-sleeved shirts made by Wangjiang Tower coming from the other side of the corridor.

The little guys talked about the situation of choosing the Oiran in front of them, and one of the little guys said as they walked: "Miss Zhu'er of Tianxianglou is really a good color." ”

"What are you doing with the words of the literati company," one of them looked at him with disgust, "and you still expect those rich ladies to take a fancy to you?" ”

"Who is talking about this with you," the little guy snorted, "I'm talking about the Zhu'er of Tianxianglou now." Not to mention that the little girl looks really energetic, she has a good body and a good voice, the song she sang just now really numbs my body. ”

"Out of breath!" The other laughed and scolded, "But this Zhu'er, why haven't I seen her pick up guests before." ”

"What you're saying is as if you have the money to go to Tianxianglou for recreation." The little maid sneered, "Even if you go, you won't be able to see it, this can't be that the old bustard is hiding and preparing to sell it for a good price?" That little girl may still be a budding chick, today this wish is not an Oiran at least can have a reputation, Tianxianglou that old bustard may not be where to be happy. ”

A few people chatted and walked across the corridor, and when they were gone, Mingzhu came down from the beam. She patted the dust on her hands, thought about what those little guys said, and suddenly thought of Zhu'er in Xianglou that day... Isn't it the fake identity she casually made up for Li Jiong.

Mingzhu laughed out loud, ran all the way along the corridor, caught up with the little guys, grabbed one of them and asked, "Hey, do you know where to look at the Oiran?" ”

The few little guys who were stopped were stunned, and one of them, who had been working in Wangjiang Tower for several years, recognized the warm jade jade pendant on Mingzhu's waist, and hurriedly stepped forward to call a thousand: "Miss." ”

"You know me?" Mingzhu waved his hand, and the man got up, just about to answer something, Mingzhu continued: "If you know me, it will be easy to do, you can lead the way and take me to the place where the Oiran is chosen." ”

"Okay, the eldest lady and the younger one." The little guy responded quickly, bowed slightly and led the way in front.

"Why does the eldest lady have time to come to our Wangjiang Tower today? Didn't you hear that there was a bustle in Wangjiang Tower, and secretly ran out behind the old man and his wife? That little guy is a talkative person, and he asked Mingzhu with a smile after walking two steps.

"Phew! It's my dad who came out today with my parents' consent, but I'm here to get down to business, where are you here to see the fun?! Mingzhu snorted, remembered something again, turned his head and asked the little guy, "Hey, I said that I was choosing an oiran, where did I choose?" How many more? ”

"You can ask the right person," the little guy said proudly, "The person in charge of the selection of the Oiran is my cousin, and he divided the sixteen Qinglou into four groups, and selected three in each group, a total of twelve, and then selected three from the twelve." Now I must be about to choose three of the twelve, and look at the hour," said the little servant, looking up at the sun, "it should be the fifth." Miss, if you're in a hurry to see the excitement, we'll have to hurry up... Ay! Miss! There's no need to be so fast! ”

The little guy looked at Mingzhu a little helplessly and ran away, and complained silently: "Isn't this knowing the road, hey, you know how to make fun of us all day long." ”