Yunying Lane is located in the north of the city.

Although the pattern distribution of the capital is generally according to the "east is rich and the west is rich, and the south is mixed with the king of the north", there are not only the imperial city and the royal family in the north, but also the Taixue where many students live, and the civil and military officials also gather here.

Of course, there are also ordinary residential areas.

Out of the alley, and then after the four archways, the carriage along the Dinghuaimen, Jinchuan Gate, Fenglai Gate all the way to the north, and so on after the Zhongzheng Bridge, it is the area of the North City.

According to the road pointed out by the old man, the carriage turned east as soon as it crossed the Zhongzheng Bridge, turned a few more corners, came to a residential area, and stopped at an unremarkable alley.

The alley was too narrow for the carriage to enter, so Ji Yu had to help the old man get off.

"Thanks to you, little girl." The old man thanked him for the third time.

"Don't be polite with me. Old man, where is your family, I will send you to the door. ”

The old man didn't want to bother her anymore, so Ji Yu insisted, so he had to point to the innermost.

"There is a neem tree at the door."

Ji Yu held the book in one hand and helped the old man walk towards the alley with the other.

This alley is not deep, there are four families living in it, Ji Yu will pay attention to every one she passes by, but most people do not have the habit of hanging plaques, and they can't tell which one is which.

Soon all three households passed, and beyond that was the old man's house.

Seeing a plaque-like thing hanging on the door from a distance, Ji Yu's heart suddenly rose high.

When I got closer, I saw that it was indeed a plaque, with the word "Weifu" written on it.

Ji Yu was a little surprised, but she had a feeling that it was really so.

"Old man, you ...... Surname Wei? ”

Just now on the carriage, I was a little caught off guard when I heard the three words of Yunying Lane, and Ji Yu could see that the old man was not a person of many words, so she did not rush to talk, and went all the way to Beicheng quietly.

In fact, she already had a premonition on the way here, but seeing was believing, and it wasn't until the word "Weifu" appeared in front of her eyes that she really confirmed that the old man was about Wei's father. And this is Wei's maiden home.

Wei Mansion is a little different from Ji Yu's imagination.

According to Wei's conversation and upbringing in memory, Ji Yu always thought that she was from a famous family, and she had to be a scholarly family.

But the Wei Mansion in front of him was no different from the ordinary portal, except for the plaque.

Could it be that it is declining?

"Exactly."

The old man replied to her words as he reached out and tapped on the door.

After a while, someone came running, it was a child.

"Master, why did you come back so early or late? The old lady asked several times, and the little grandmother went out to look for it. ”

Ji Yu felt more and more puzzled.

Seeing that the old man was dressed plainly and lived in an ordinary place, she just wondered if the Wei family was in decline, but she didn't expect that there were still a few servants at home.

But think about it, this is Beicheng, the place closest to the feet of the Son of Heaven, where can the Wei family be poor even if it is in decline? Emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

The old man didn't respond to the child's words, so he turned around and asked Ji Yu to come in and sit down for a while.

In all fairness, Ji Yu wants to enter.

She had luck in her heart - this old man is so similar to her grandfather, will his wife be the same as her grandmother?

It's just that......

Originally, she planned to find Dabao and take him to Yunying Lane to see the situation before leaving Beijing. If the Wei family is doing well, it will be good, and if the Wei family is not doing well, then secretly make up for it.

She didn't really plan to recognize her grandfather back.

But who would have thought that the world would be so bizarre - Wei's father and original ancestor would look the same as her grandfather?!

Ji Yu couldn't let go of her hand anymore, but she didn't recognize each other immediately.

Wei endured the pain of missing his relatives, and only said the name of Yunying Lane before he died, which seemed to have a big hidden secret. Combined with the taboo attitude of the Marquis of Hanchang...... If she doesn't figure things out, she recognises each other so rashly, Ji Yu is not sure whether it is good or bad.

And now she still has a lot of things to deal with - Dabao has not been found, Guan Shan is also suspenseful, and there is a mess in the Hou Mansion.

The latter is not worth mentioning. Dabao was fine, but he was hidden by the big steward Wei. It's just that Guan Shan's matter is a little troublesome, if someone finds out about her...... She is not afraid, but she is afraid that she will implicate the people around her.

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Yu shook her head with difficulty.

"No, grandma...... Old man, I'm still in a hurry to go back. ”

With that, he turned to the child.

"Your lord has fallen and refuses to go to the hospital, so you'd better ask a doctor to show him, and this."

Ji Yu handed the small porcelain vase she had been holding to the child.

"His palm is also broken, and he just gave medicine to the wound in the car, remember to change it on time."

After the instructions were finished, Ji Yu glanced at the old man again through the light veil of the hat, and then turned to leave.

"Master, which young lady is this, her heart is really good."

"I forgot to ask." The old man thought for a while, "Go to my study to get a pair of calligraphy and paintings, and send them to someone." ”

The boy walked quickly, took the calligraphy and painting and hurriedly chased after it.

Out of the alley, the carriage hadn't gone far.

The little boy was overjoyed, and was about to wave and shout, when he caught a cold glimpse of the badge on the carriage.

"From the Marquis of Hanchang?"

As soon as the boy stomped his feet, he stopped shouting, and ran back the same way with the scroll.

"Phew! What young lady, sir, where do you think she is? Hanchang Hou's family! It must be a bully with a bad look in the old man's eyes, and he deliberately disgusted us! ”

The old man's face changed again and again, and after a while, he entered the courtyard door without saying a word with his hands behind his back.

When Ji Yu got into the car, she noticed that the driver's expression was a little unnatural, so she pretended not to see it.

After entering the carriage and taking off his hat, he spoke slowly.

"Do you know where this Wei family comes from?"

The coachman hesitated for a while, and said something unclear.

"In this case, then you stop the car, and I'll go down and find someone to inquire."

The coachman hurriedly said: "The little one remembered that the former Ministry of Rites Shangshu seems to be surnamed Wei." Mr. Wei was originally from the capital, and even if he was later in a high position, he did not move out of his ancestral house...... The ancestral house is in this area. ”

Sure enough, it's a big family, Ji Yu said in her heart.

At least it used to be.

From this point of view, the Wei family is not in decline, but the Wei family has retired.

"When did Elder Wei give his respect?"

"About ...... Eighteen years ago. It's not Zhishi, it's ...... Sick resignation. ”

Eighteen years ago? Wei's seems to have been sold to Guanbei at that time, is it a coincidence?

The coachman said bitterly: "Miss, don't be embarrassed about the little one, the little one really knows this." ”

Ji Yu didn't speak again.

On September 28, Ji Yu took a carriage out of Jinshuimen and went straight to the direction of Xiangguo Temple in the eastern suburbs.

Xiangguo Temple has five open opportunities every month, which are the first day of the new year, the eighth day of the first month, the fifteenth day of the first month, the eighteenth day of the eighteenth year, and the twenty-eighth day. Today is the last time it was opened to the public this month, but I saw the crowd of pedestrians and cars along the way, not like incense, but like a market.

Halfway through, I vaguely heard someone calling out his name.

Ji Yu picked up the curtain cloth and immediately smiled: "It's you." ”