Chapter 132: Rare Books
Zhu Mao is the person in the world who can best let Yan Qingge see what the saying "people can't look like".
His skin is naturally delicate and white, and he can't even see half of the spots or pores on his upper and lower bodies. With such a foundation, coupled with soft and delicate facial features, no matter what facial expressions he does, he can bring out an innocent and innocent atmosphere.
This kind of temperament is often able to hit the softest place in a woman's heart.
Appearance is given by God, and no one can change it. But the terrible thing is that Zhu Mao, a hypocrite, is a real villain, knowing the advantages of his appearance, and often uses his appearance to take advantage of the women around him and let them benefit him.
Yan Qingge was once deceived by such a "jade lover" illusion, and tried his best to help him, but in the end, he and Yan Shuyu joined forces and harmed such a miserable situation.
As far as she understands Zhu Mao, today's events are eighty percent of Zhu Mao's tricks.
She held Ling Xiao's hand and said, "Don't worry. ”
Ling Xiao stomped his feet and said, "Where can I not be in a hurry, now everyone thinks that I am bullying him." I didn't touch a single hair of him. He doesn't want me to pay him money, he just won't let us go. Brother Shui Mu said that if he really can't do it, he will go to the Xinguo Mansion, so I won't go! ”
Yan Qingge asked, "Ling Xiao, have you often gone out to run horses lately?" ”
"Yes. I don't go to the academy anymore, and I'm idle and bored at home. Brother Shui Mu was very good at the art of war, whipping and cavalry and archery that I was taught in the academy, so I asked him to teach me. We've been going out for a horse run every day lately. Ling Xiao said.
"Then you must have passed this road every day?" Yan Qingge raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Mao on the ground.
If Ling Xiao's answer was yes, then she would be 100% sure that Zhu Mao had already targeted Ling Xiao and Shui Mu.
Ling Xiao nodded and said, "Brother Shui Mu and I meet around here every day, and then go out of the city and take this road. ”
Zhu Mao listened to Yan Qingge's question, knew that Yan Qingge was not easy to deceive, stood up, limped to Yan Qingge's side, looked at her with dark eyes, arched his hand, and said: "This young lady, Zhu was injured by their horse, and the book was completely destroyed, don't pay half a cent of compensation, just let them go home with me, apologize in front of my mother, and give me a testimony, isn't this little request okay?" ”
"Oh? What about the testimony? Is it a few days later that you say that you want to thank the two of them for helping you today and sending a few gifts to the past, so that even if they are too lazy to pay attention to you, you can go out and say that they are your friends. Yan Qingge looked at him with a smile.
Zhu Mao was speechless. He did make this calculation, but how did Yan Qingge know.
Yan Qingge continued: "As far as I know, there is no son-in-law in the Xinguo Mansion, is the mother of this son the Duchess of the Xinguo Mansion, or the aunt who gave birth to you?" ”
"You ......" Zhu Mao was stared at by Yan Qingge's perceptive gaze, and the prepared words swirled around his mouth, unable to say anything.
Yan Qingge knows this man best, but now he is still young, and he is not as good at using his good skin as in his previous life. And she is not the ignorant woman in her previous life.
She smiled mockingly: "I heard my grandmother tell me about the past of the Xinguo Mansion. Eighteen years ago, there was a famous prostitute in the capital, called Xiangxue. Her skin is as white as jade, beautiful as cream, and she is called 'mutton fat' by her benefactor, and Xinguo Gong spent tens of thousands of taels of silver to redeem her home as a concubine. I don't know what the relationship between 'sheep fat' and childe is. ”
Everyone present suddenly turned their eyes on Zhu Mao.
Zhu Mao's appearance is too conspicuous, and everyone knows that Yan Qingge is talking about the famous prostitute is Zhu Mao's mother.
Yan Qingge's words are really vicious, although there is not a single dirty word, but every sentence is bloody, and there is no trace of his life experience hidden, and Zhu Mao who said it is eager to dig a hole and hide it.
Who is this girl in front of him, and he actually knows his mother's background. Even he only occasionally heard about it from the old servants of the family when he was an adult, why outsiders knew about it in such detail.
Two blushes appeared on Zhu Mao's white face, he was furious, raised his eyebrows in a suppressed manner, and said, "How can the girl spew blood!" It's insulting to talk to you. Regardless of the origin of the hero, I, Zhu, am one of the four great talents in the capital, and what his character is, you can say for sure. ”
Yan Qingge smiled lightly: "Huh? I know the four great talents in the capital, how can I not remember that there is a surname Zhu in it. Don't deceive me for not reading much, and don't put gold on your face. ”
Zhu Mao said loudly: "That Weiqiao treason, everyone will be punished, and he has long been dismissed from the four great talents in the capital, and I am the new four great talents." ”
Yan Qingge didn't expect that in just a few days, the news of Wei Qiao's treason spread to everyone, and even his inexplicable name of the four great talents was stripped away.
"Oh, it turns out that you made up for the position of the rebel and thief who judged the country." Yan Qingge sneered and said meaningfully.
"How do you talk!" Zhu Mao didn't expect Yan Qingge to be so sharp-tongued, not only did he know the secrets of their Xinguo Mansion, but he also provoked him with words again and again, as if they had a deep hatred.
He simply didn't stop doing anything, picked up the books on the ground, and said loudly to the surroundings: "My mother loves to raise flowers and plants the most, and these books are rare books from the previous dynasty that I spent a lot of money and energy to collect in the Fang Market. I don't want to lose money, I just let you explain to my mother, why you are pushing back and reversing black and white. ”
Yan Qingge smiled lightly, tilted her head like a really innocent and ignorant cute girl, and said, "Which mother are you talking about?" ”
The crowd around them burst into laughter and pointed at Zhu Mao, and many bastards still talked dirty words about his mother Xiangxue, as if they had really been Zhu Mao's cheap godfather.
Zhu Mao's face was stunned, and Yan Qingge's unreasonable punch stunned him.
Ling Xiao was still forced by Zhu Mao to be anxious, and now how much she raised her eyebrows, she pulled Shui Mu's sleeve, her eyes wandered, and she said proudly: "Look, Sister Qingge is very powerful, right?" You know whether it's peaceful or my eyesight, and you can know at a glance that this man is uneasy and kind. ”
Shui Mu shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, you're right." ”
There were more and more onlookers, and everyone knew Zhu Mao's life experience.
Listening to the noisy discussion and ridicule, the expression on Zhu Mao's face became more and more embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to rush out of the crowd and hide.
Shui Mu took out a leather bag, poured out a few delicate thick gold leaves, handed them to Zhu Mao, and said, "I don't know how much it cost you to buy that book, but this money is enough for you to buy a few new ones." We still have things, go first. ”
He couldn't help but say, stuffed the money into Zhu Mao's arms, and led Yan Qingge and Ling Xiao out of the crowd, leaving Zhu Mao alone standing in place stupidly holding a few gold leaves.
Zhu Mao was discouraged, his hands and feet trembled, he put away the books on the ground, squeezed out the crowd with all his might, and went outside. The crowd watched him go, there was no excitement to see, and gradually dispersed.
In the crowd, several thin men with dexterous movements looked at each other a few times and quietly followed Zhu Mao.
Zhu Mao walked in the market, his mood was dwelling, and the books he was holding in his hand became extremely heavy.
These books are not fake books, but real rare books of the previous dynasty, which he asked Yan Shuyu, the head of the four talented women in the capital, to help buy, and spent almost all of his net worth, even so, he still owed Yan Shuyu a debt of two hundred taels of silver.
Fortunately, Yan Shuyu had plenty of money and made a gentleman's covenant with him, if he succeeded in befriending the young master and young lady of Zhongwangfu and Lingzhu Mansion, as long as he helped provide news of these two mansions in the future, the two hundred taels of silver could be written off.
But now, not only did he not catch the two big fish, Shui Mu and Ling Xiao, but he made a fuss.
His only harvest was only those few valuable gold leaves, which were used to pay off the debt he owed to Yan Shuyu, but there was still a lot left.
Could it be that he really wants to take these torn books to please his mother-in-law?
When Xin Guogong was young, he was romantic, and his mother hated her husband very much. After the death of Xin Guogong, she never turned a blind eye to those aunts and concubines.
Since her mother's only biological daughter got married the year before last, she didn't treat the Xinguo Mansion as her own business, and spent a lot of money, and a pot of orchids placed in the house cost thousands of miles of silver, how could she look at these broken books he sent.
Just as his mind was wandering out of the world, several men approached him, and one of them passed by him, hitting him and stumbling into him.
Before he could have a seizure, the thin man hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”
Zhu Mao muttered a few times in his mouth and continued to walk forward.
As soon as the men turned around, they quickly quickened their pace and hid in the alley next to him. Zhu Mao didn't realize at all that the few golden leaves he was holding in his arms were gone.
At this time, Yan Qingge was staying with Ling Xiao and Shui Mu, and when they encountered this kind of unlucky thing today, the two of them were not in the mood to run a horse, so they simply asked for a private room in the teahouse next to them, and sat and talked for a while.
Yan Qingge's appetite was not very comfortable, and he would suffer if he took the carriage again, so he simply thought about resting before leaving.
After drinking two sips of tea, Ling Xiao came to Yan Qingge's side, touched her hair dishonestly, and said, "Why did the queen mother think of calling you into the palace?" ”
Yan Qingge glanced at Shui Mu and decided not to tell the truth, and said, "It was Princess Roufu who mentioned it to Niangniang a few times, saying that I saved Yan Xiaowangye, so Niangniang asked me to talk." ”
In fact, after she went to the palace, the queen didn't mention anything about what she encountered on the mountain.
Ling Xiao squeezed his eyes at Yan Qingge and said, "If you are free, also go to King Yan's Mansion to have a look, Lord Yan is very worried about you, I will go to see him, he sighed with me, saying that I haven't seen you for a long time." ”
Yan Qingge couldn't hear Ling Xiao mention Yan Xiuyu to her like a thief, and his face couldn't help but turn red, and said: "Uncle is not here, even if I want to go to see him, I have to wait for my cousin to return to the capital, how can a girl go alone." I often send him some food and utensils these days, and everyone used to interact like this, but he was only sick for a few days, and he was much more squeamish. ”
Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Isn't it, people will always be a little squeamish when they are sick." Brother Shui Mu happens to be here today, why don't we go to King Yan's Mansion to see Lord Yan now. With him with him, others will never gossip. With that, she went to take Yan Qingge's hand and dragged her out.
She said that the wind is the rain, which made Yan Qingge cry and laugh. However, Yan Qingge only hesitated slightly, so he was no longer restrained, and followed Ling Xiao out generously.
She hadn't seen her for many days, and she really wanted to see Yan Xiuyu in her heart.