Thanks to Zixing Qiyue for tipping Xianpa Yuan (4.9)
Purple Star, this is an update for your previous reward. If you see it, don’t go out of your way to return the reward. This is what I should do (laughing and crying)
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The area within ten miles of the capital was already more prosperous than the towns they encountered along the way.
This place called Beiguan is lined with shops and crowded with people.
Miss Jun led Liu'er and the horse through it, and Liu'er couldn't see it with both eyes. She tried her best to maintain the dignity of an official lady, so as not to be laughed at as a country bumpkin.
"This is the most delicious jerky in Beijing." Miss Jun shook Liu'er's hand and looked in one direction.
Liu'er stared at it and saw a stall set up in the corner of the street, carrying a flag with the word "Dong" written on it.
"Is this..." Liu'er said, lowering her voice again, "Is that what's marked on the picture?"
The lady said that this picture was prohibited in the capital, so she did not say it directly.
What a sensible child, Miss Jun nodded approvingly.
Liu'er chuckled and straightened her back.
"But, Miss, you remember it very clearly." She lowered her voice and said.
Except for taking a quick look at it, the lady did not take out the picture again.
That picture is densely packed with words and drawings, and there are a lot of things.
It's normal for a lady to remember hotel ticket numbers and so on. How come she also remembers humble snacks?
Madam, are you hungry?
Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled.
"I just have a good memory," she said.
Of course, I also like to eat it.
Even though he had no fixed place to live or a fixed time to eat when he was away from home with his master, he still liked to eat from time to time. He could cook even a pheasant with a handful of grass in an attractive and attractive way.
She has been with her master for six years and has been raised to eat anything she dares to eat, and she also loves to eat.
She had also heard Lu Yunqi's introduction to which restaurants in the capital were good and which snacks were good, but this Dong's preserved meat was not among them.
It seems that this is Zhu Zan's taste.
I just don't know if his taste is popular.
Miss Jun looked at the people gathered in front of the Dong's preserved meat stall, and it was obvious that most of them were outsiders with a smug look on their faces and curious faces.
I believe everyone has this map of the journey to Beijing.
"Don't worry, don't worry, it'll be fine."
The boss, who was busy and sweating profusely, comforted the waiting people and quickly grilled the pieces of meat and put them into paper bags.
"Is it really delicious?" the people waiting kept asking.
"Of course it's delicious. I've been selling it here for twenty years." The boss replied, "If you don't believe me, go to the capital and ask around. Who doesn't know?"
A young man took the dried meat that was handed to him.
"I don't know what the capital says, and I don't have time to ask. The picture says yours is good, so I'll give it a try." He said, "Isn't it because you paid for it and exaggerated?"
The boss looked confused.
"Picture? What picture?" he asked.
The young man said that the people next to him were already coughing and staring as a reminder.
After all, traveling to the capital is banned in the capital. Although the government turns a blind eye, you can't show it blatantly.
The young man smiled coquettishly, took a bite of the meat breast, chewed it twice and then raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, it's delicious." He praised vaguely.
Before he could express his description, the impatient crowd had already squeezed him out.
"My boss."
"Boss, I want two."
After waiting for a while, Liu'er also squeezed out the dried meat she bought and happily handed it to Miss Jun who was waiting aside.
Miss Jun took it and ate it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's so delicious, so delicious," Liu'er said repeatedly.
It's really delicious, but it's probably not true to say that the boss doesn't know that his jerky is marked on the Chaojing map.
Miss Jun looked at the boss who was smiling from ear to ear as he saw off and welcomed a wave of customers.
I don’t know how much Zhu Zan can get from it.
It’s definitely not a small amount of money that accumulates over time.
And this is not the only place where you can eat, drink and have fun in this picture.
Miss Jun bit into the crispy and fragrant meat, a little amused and curious at the same time.
How did Zhu Zan come up with this way of making money?
He is not from the capital, but a person living in the north came to make money from the capital.
And is Cheng Guogong very poor?
Because of the horror and painful memories left by the war that forced the capital to be moved, both the imperial grandfather, father and the current emperor were very fond of Duke Cheng Guo, who was stationed in the north to ensure the stability of the country, and would give him money if he asked for it.
Giving things in return has never been harsh.
How did Duke Cheng Guo raise a son who was so greedy and fond of money?
"What else is delicious, miss?"
Liu'er had already finished eating and asked, interrupting Miss Jun's distraction.
Looking at her sunburned face, Miss Jun smiled and held up the horse.
"There are a lot of them," she said. "Let's go to the inn first, freshen up and rest, and then eat one by one."
Leading the happy Liu'er and Ma, they continued walking along the street.
Miss Jun raised her head and looked in the direction of the capital. It had only been half a year since she died last year and returned now. She was only half an hour away from where her relatives, sisters and brothers were, and she was just a stone's throw away from her enemies.
She felt that she should think of something, but at this moment she had no idea in her mind.
No idea.
What is shortened is only the distance; what is difficult to overcome is the mountain of status.
Still out of reach.
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The night is dark, there is no curfew in the capital, and the night market is still noisy and lively, but the tall walls of the academy and the ancient trees blocking the hustle and bustle.
The silence was not stagnant. Countless lights flickered in the darkness, showing students studying hard.
Two lamps were lit on Ning Yunzhao's desk. They used fine lamp oil, which had a fresh fragrance but no smoke, so it would not hurt the eyes.
But Ning Yunzhao did not study hard at his desk. The unfolded books were displayed on several desks. Instead, he leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.
The sleeping man suddenly chuckled again.
When I opened my eyes, I was not drowsy, but shining like stars.
"I really didn't expect it to be like this." He said, looking at the letters scattered under the scroll.
It was sent at noon. He didn't need to read it anymore. He had already memorized the contents of the letter. It was of course about Miss Jun's clever plot.
It turned out to be a fake marriage.
"Even if you don't marry Master Fang, I think the Fang family will take good care of you."
He thought about what he had said to her.
She was a little embarrassed at that time, and he thought her embarrassment was because of the accusation in his words.
Accusing her of being the kind of person who doesn't trust her maternal grandfather's family, so she wants to exchange benefits.
Of course he didn't mean that, and she certainly wasn't that kind of person either.
"Young Master Ning is overly worried." She said with a smile at that time, "There is no need to talk about this matter now."
It turns out that what she was actually saying at that time was that he was worrying too much.
This was an exquisite chess game arranged by her. She was arranging her troops at that time and could not tell anyone about it, so she could only tell herself implicitly that she was worrying too much.
But he didn't think much about it at the time.
He only noticed that she said there was no need to talk about this matter, and thought that it was useless to talk about it after she said it was a done deal.
It turns out she didn't mean it that way.
What an exquisite chess game.
Ning Yunzhao stood up and couldn't help but take a few steps back and forth. He felt surprised and happy in his heart, and felt that the sultry summer night had become pleasant.
This is what she does.
The woman who was playing blind chess under the tree, and when she was interested, she gave him a lamp to celebrate.
That's how she is, just how he thinks she is.
The marriage is fake.
She was crazy and wild, vulgar and ridiculous, and she gave up her engagement.
Just for the sake of righteousness and to lure the enemy.
The marriage is fake.
Ning Yunzhao paced back and forth in the room.
Although everyone is a student on their way to school, they are all born differently. Ning Yunzhao is rich and is a descendant of the Beiliu Ning family. The house he lives in is the best here and is not as cramped as other students.
There is an inner room in this house, which can also be divided into a study room. He walked back and forth for more than ten steps.
But he still felt that it was not enough and wanted to go further.
If you can walk up to her and listen to her talk about the chess game with your own ears, it should be clearer than the storyteller's description with exaggerated handwriting.
You can go back and forth from Beiliu to Yangcheng by horseback riding overnight.
How about from Beijing to Yangcheng?
and.
Ning Yunzhao stopped and looked at the letter paper on the desk.
The letter said that she is not in Yangcheng now.
So where is she now?
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In the night, Miss Jun opened her eyes on the bed in the inn, looked at the misty green tent, and listened to the high and low noises outside.
For a moment it seemed like I didn't know where I was.