The presence or absence of braids, as well as the number of braids, is another sign that distinguishes the Song people from the Jin people.

Because the people of the two countries are quite similar in appearance, it is extremely difficult to distinguish them if they are dressed in ordinary attire, so in order to distinguish between Jin and Song, the Jin State promulgated a law twenty years ago:

Both men and women wore two braids at the back of their heads, and the number of braids varied with their status, with those of the higher rank having more braids, and the commoners and servants having the least two braids. The Song people needed to pull their hair, and if they wanted to tie braids, they were only allowed to tie one, and men were not allowed to shave their hair.

If they wanted to change their clothes, the Song people had to learn from those "Funakushari" to be a "good citizen" in order to be allowed to shave their hair; As for leaving the slave, he didn't even have this opportunity.

From life to death, they can only be "Mu Nahetai" forever.

Wei Shu went to his own residence to get a bamboo basket and quietly walked into the east room.

There was a big butter candle lit in the house, the light was as bright as day, and when she entered the house, the heating hit Wei Shu's head and face, and then she saw that the four corners of the room were burning charcoal stoves, and incense was smoked.

She is sixteen years old this year, and she is quite pretty, her skin is especially white, and when she laughs, the pear vortex on her cheeks looms, and she looks very pleasing.

The goat's milk ghee and honey cheese in the evening are very appetizing to the flowers, she is in a good mood now, and when she saw Wei Shu, she bent her eyes and beckoned her to come closer: "Come here." ”

Wei Shu stepped forward and bowed down to make a slave salute to the Jin Kingdom, and said, "Akisi greets the master." ”

Hua Zhen smiled with her eyebrows, and her charming face shone brightly under the bright candle: "Come on, bring a bowl of hot soup to warm up Aqisi." ”

The steaming beef bone soup was quickly delivered, and Hua Zhen was very considerate to enjoy two pieces of shortbread.

Wei Shu hurriedly saluted and thanked him, stretched out his arms and held the tray of food raw, but he didn't eat and drink in front of Hua Zhen.

Hua Zhen Nadan has a strange temperament, and he doesn't like to be disturbed when eating, and he hates people who don't know how to be polite. Her yard is now full of polite and obedient slaves, and for those who don't like it, there may be a few bones to be found outside the tiger cage.

"Come on, send all the food back to Akith's house."

Hua Zhen seemed to be very satisfied with Wei Shu's attitude, and the voice of calling her name was particularly crisp, but the speed of speech was a little faster, and it didn't sound like Akis, but like "Akiz".

The corresponding Central Plains dialect of Aqiz is: cheap species.

Akisi, Akiz, the two are almost the same sound, Hua Zhen deliberately called a Song slave by the former, it is difficult to say that she didn't have any thoughts, and at this time, looking at her sweet smiling face, the fog in Wei Shu's mind dispersed again, making Wei Shu figure out one thing:

When she told Zhou Shang and Ye Fei her real name before, the two of them did not think it was different, and the root cause was that they knew that the homonym of Aqisi was Aqizi.

They mistakenly thought that Wei Shu was full of humiliation and malice because of this name, so they insisted on letting them call by their original name.

That's the reason, but the direction is wrong.

Even if the homophonic meaning of Aqisi is "Tianwang Laozi" in the Central Plains, Wei Shu will abandon it.

The bloodline of the Central Plains must be called in the name of the Central Plains, which is considered to be in line with etiquette.

These alien races learned the etiquette of the Great Song Dynasty and imitated the regulations of the Great Song Dynasty, so they thought that they knew "etiquette", but they didn't know that it was the last festival at all.

The gift of the Central Plains has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is the foundation of man's foothold in heaven and earth, family and country, and clan, and it is also an attitude of man to all things.

A little girl took the tray, Wei Shu took out the brocade bag from the bamboo basket, took a few steps forward, and offered it with both hands: "Master, the blue moon gauze skirt is embroidered." ”

"Let it go." Hanama lazily pointed to the ironwood cabinet on the side. The cabinet is depicted with gold lacquer landscapes, and the brushwork is tranquil, but it is the charm of the Central Plains ink painting school.

Wei Shu walked to the cabinet with a gauze skirt, and Hua Zhen's voice came from behind her: "You all stand down." ”

The servants in the room retreated silently, Wei Shu put down her skirt, turned around and was about to leave the house, but Hua Zhen stopped her with a voice:

"Akith, you stand."

Wei Shu sighed in her heart, stopped and turned around in front of the fan, and stood with her hands tied in the direction of Hua Zhen, her eyes staring at the big red soft felt at the other party's feet.

"Did my eldest brother find you again in the past two days?"

The sweet voice echoed in her ears, and for a moment, Wei Shu felt that her hands and feet seemed to be a little numb, and the blood in her body seemed to stop flowing.

Memories faded in the fog, the scroll remained motionless, and Akith's memories were not awakened.

So, the silence was like a wave of water, quickly filling the whole room, except for the wind and rain outside the window, and the noisy flowers and trees, as if the whole world was filled with unease.

There are many ways to silence people.

Wei Shu's fingers placed on his waist caressed the edge of his sleeve, and such a thought suddenly came to him deep in his heart, and it became more and more intense.

Indeed, it was easy to shut up Hanama.

It is convenient and quick to seal the throat with a cone, and it should not be obvious that some blood is splashed on the red felt, but where should the corpse be hidden?

Wei Shu secretly estimated the shape of Hua Zhen, and felt that the little bit under the beauty should not be able to be stuffed, and the ironwood cabinet against the wall was not bad, but unfortunately, the bottom of the cabinet was too straight, and the blood would soon flow out along the crack in the door.

The afterglow of the eyes quickly swept over the whole house, and the beaded gold tent behind the open-carved hibiscus grass fan came into view.

There is an arhat bed behind the tent, but it is a good place to display the corpse, the bedding can suck the blood, and then hang down the brocade curtains on all sides, and the false life of Hua Zhen is not allowed to be disturbed, so as to win enough time to escape.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a faint sound of breathing in the western room.

It wasn't Yu, it wasn't the golden man sprinkling the sweeping woman, the breath was gentle and unfamiliar, much higher than the first two.

Come to think of it, this is the master that Mangtai prepared for his beloved daughter.

Just listening to the breathing, I knew that this person should have some means, naturally, it was still too far worse than Hook Ba, if Wei Shu had not been injured, there would be no problem in dealing with three or four such masters.

But now this has become a difficult matter, unless Wei Shu fights for his life.

When she thought like this, Wei Shu's breathing became more and more turbid, and the cold in the dantian quickly moved to her whole body, and she soon began to tremble.

These movements will definitely be transmitted to the west, and they may have the effect of confusing the enemy, but as for Hua Zhen, it seems that he can only be stunned first.

"Giggles," the girl on the red felt burst into laughter, not knowing that she had been resurrected in someone's mind.

Wei Shu lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, her hands tightly pinched the hem of her skirt, her posture looked a little cramped, and the iron cone in her sleeve was already in her hands.

When the laughter stops, it's time to do it.