Naturally, Han Qian didn't know the dangers in the palace confinement in the early morning. The moment he put on the tattered clothes that exuded a faint rancid smell and walked into the back alley, a subtle and strange emotion rippled in his chest.
Before, he struggled to live cautiously. He was always worried that his father would be executed for admonishing Tian Yan. He was always worried that Wan Honglou's conspiracy would be exposed and he would eventually be involved and wiped out. He was always worried about An Ning Palace.
Baring his ferocious and bloody fangs, he tore into pieces all obstacles that hindered the crown prince's ascension to the throne. He would also worry from time to time that Wan Honglou and Xinchang Hou Mansion would notice his ulterior motives and clean up the family in advance.
This made him dare not relax for a moment, and his heart was tense without any relaxation, like a trapped beast being stared at by a poisonous snake.
When he changed into these tattered clothes in the backyard just now, Han Qian was still regretting that he should have asked Zhao Ting'er to starch the clothes last night so that he wouldn't have to endure the stench. But the moment he stepped into the back alley, Han Qian seemed to have completely integrated into the new world.
In the identity he plays, he seems to be a beggar who has nothing in this world and nothing to lose.
Suddenly, everything that had been weighing heavily on his heart these days, almost making him breathless, disappeared completely, and there was even a feeling that he had to give up everything to control everything.
Han Qian looked up at the narrow blue sky squeezed out by the high and steep courtyard walls on both sides. It was clear and blue. The courtyard walls were mostly made of rammed clay and covered with thatch or a layer of eaves tiles to prevent rainwater erosion. Some walls were seriously cracked and covered with wild grass or
Three or five cauliflower plants grew stubbornly from the cracks.
There had been a light rain last night and the lanes were a bit muddy. Although it was only the beginning of May, I could already vaguely hear the croaking of frogs coming from a hidden ditch somewhere, and the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs in the houses on both sides continued without interruption.
This is the vitality that the streets and streets should have in the morning.
Although Han Qian has been in and out over the past year, and secretly bought several houses in nearby alleys so that he could temporarily hide in the event of an incident, he has not really calmed down to feel the real atmosphere of the streets and alleys.
Is this what role-playing is really about?
"Young Master, these clothes are too smelly. Do we really want to wear these clothes to attend the third prince's wedding banquet? What if we are beaten out by the guards?" Zhao Ting'er walked out holding her nose. She had adapted well in the yard.
After a while, I could bear the rancid smell on my body and did not spit it out directly, but I felt an indescribable reluctance in my heart.
"Don't you think this is more interesting?" Han Qian laughed and pulled Zhao Ting'er toward the entrance of the alley.
The alleys were still deserted, but many shops were open on the streets. People who got up early in the morning gathered through the cobweb-like alleyways, and there were also many beggars who came out of nowhere to beg for food.
However, many beggars would look at Han Qian and Zhao Ting in surprise when they saw them.
"Are our flaws so obvious that others can see them?" Zhao Ting'er asked in confusion.
"That's because your flaws are too obvious!" Han Qian pulled Zhao Ting'er to a puddle and asked her to look at himself in the water.
After all, Zhao Ting'er is a girl who loves beauty. Even after Han Qian's training, she initially mastered makeup skills. In the process of trial-making rouge with Han Qian, she made yellow rouge and tried using gum, rosin, beeswax and lead powder.
, concocting a soft wax that has a texture close to the skin and can be colored with yellow and red rouge, which can cover the original face. Today, I even added some charcoal ash to cover the skin color, but what does this girl look like between her eyebrows and eyes?
, there is still a handsomeness that cannot be hidden.
And how could someone who lived without a stable place and suffered from hunger have hair as neat and shiny as hers?
"..."
Seeing Han Qian fish out a handful of fishy sludge from the puddle, mix it with soft wax and charcoal ash, and then apply it to his hair, Zhao Ting'er stared at Han Qian pitifully.
"Stop pretending to be pitiful, or you stay in the house and don't go out with me." Han Qian threatened cruelly.
"Then young master, come on." Zhao Ting'er cruelly closed her deep and seductive eyes.
Han Qian had to admit that this girl was becoming more and more attractive. He smiled and lifted her chin, smearing the mud on her head and face, and then smearing the delicate white neck and sleeves of her collar.
The pink-carved arms were painted black, which truly transformed her into a young man with a dirty face.
And Zhao Ting'er's figure looks very thin, so that's fine; in order to make himself look sick, Han Qian needs to use gum to raise his cheekbones, and use yellow lead powder with a gradient color to apply foundation on his face.
The whole process to make his cheeks appear sunken was very cumbersome, but it also made Han Qian seem like a completely different person.
Han Qian did not rush to take Zhao Ting'er to stay at Linjiang Hou Mansion. Instead, he found a remote corner at the entrance of the alley and sat on the ground. Together with Zhao Ting'er, he observed the state of those who really begged for a living. However, he continued to adjust his makeup and expression.
At noon, the two of them took out black steamed buns from their arms, tore them off in small bites and stuffed them into their mouths. Then they each picked up a broken pottery bowl and a broken bamboo pole, and walked towards Fengxiang Street with their rickety bodies.
"It's so lively. Didn't half the city's people come over to watch the excitement?" Before reaching Fengxiang Street where Linjiang Marquis Mansion is located, Zhao Ting'er was frightened by the crowds of people. She said with emotion, "I didn't expect the third prince to be big today."
A wedding will attract so many people to come and watch.
"Royal weddings, but we may not see such a lively event in several years," Han Qian said with a smile, "What's more, to add to the fun, Xinchang Marquis Mansion and Linjiang Marquis Mansion also invited several troupes to come to the city to perform on the streets.
Where’s Baixi?”
Han Qian took Zhao Ting'er's little hand and squeezed into the crowd. He saw that in addition to the crowd watching the excitement on Fengxiang Street, there were also vendors doing fortune telling, fortune telling, diagnosis and treatment, selling medicine, writing letters, and selling general merchandise. Fengxiang
The streets were even more crowded than the East Market.
Linjiang Marquis Mansion saw that the patrols were short of manpower, so they had to send out more than a hundred guards to maintain order.
"Young Master, look, Dahei and the others have also entered the city!" At this time, Zhao Ting'er also realized the beauty of role-playing. He no longer felt that the smell on his body was dirty and unbearable, but instead found it very interesting and exciting.
Han Qian grabbed Zhao Ting'er, and the two of them found a corner and sat down, placing the broken pottery bowls used for begging in front of them, and secretly observed the first batch of spies that Fan Dahei brought into the city, disguised as various identities, and dispersed them around.
among the crowd.
When these people are recruited, there is not enough time for training, and the purpose and purpose of Secret Cao Zuosi's preparation will not be directly explained to them. However, the consequence is that these people are directly assigned to the city and dispersed on the streets.
In the alleys, even if they are only asked to integrate into the streets and alleys as much as possible, the vast majority of people are still panicked and confused in their hearts.
Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er were lurking in the dark. They could clearly see that these people were somewhat uneasy and incompatible with the surrounding people. Only the dozen or so soldiers who were assigned to the spy room performed much better and quietly.
Hidden among the crowd of spectators.
Han Qian wrote a note in code and stuck it on the heel of Fan Dahei's shoe while Fan Dahei wasn't paying attention. He immediately evacuated everyone and dispersed them to other streets and alleys.
Han Qian thought to himself that it would be a big joke if these people in the Hou Mansion's guard camp noticed something unusual and were picked out from the crowd one by one as hidden assassins.
It took a while for Fan Dahei to notice the note at his feet. He looked around in confusion for a long time. He even saw Han Qian'er and Zhao Ting who had retreated seven or eight steps to the foot of the outer wall, but they didn't recognize them either.
Knowing where the young master is hiding, how can you stick this note to his boots?
Fan Dahei broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to worry about the delay. He immediately notified everyone to evacuate from Fengxiang Street.
Seeing that Fan Dahei didn't even recognize him sitting curled up at the foot of the steps opposite Ningxiang Tower, Han Qian felt quite proud. Zhao Ting'er was even more happy. She pretended to be sick, lying in Han Qian's arms and laughing, and whispered: "Young Master,
You think Fan Dahe is so stupid, he didn't even recognize the two of us!"
"If I can let a fool like him see the flaw, then I'm not fooling around in vain?" Han Qian said with a proud smile.
"It would be nice to be like this with the young master all day long." Zhao Ting'er stood up and sat half next to Han Qian, and couldn't help but sigh.
Han Qian glanced at Zhao Ting'er and saw Zhao Ting'er sticking out her tongue in embarrassment. He probably realized that his words were a bit overreaching and daring. He smiled slightly and couldn't help but think, if there were no such disturbances, he would be able to live in seclusion in the mountains with Zhao Ting'er.
What a bad thing.
Han Qian and Zhao Ting'er continued to lurk in a corner where no one else noticed, looking at the crowded crowd in front of them.
Perhaps it was due to a change in the perspective of observing the crowd, or perhaps the spies lurking from other forces did not even think of deliberately concealing anything in front of the two inconspicuous beggars. Han Qian could still easily see what was going on in the crowded crowd watching the excitement.
, many people have problems.
In order to prevent assassins, there may be spies hiding in the dark in Xinchanghou Mansion and Wanhong Mansion. Han Qian can understand this, but obviously not all spies hiding in the crowd belong to the same family.
The third prince, Yang Yuanpu, is getting married today. Anning Palace and the prince’s side also sent spies to keep an eye on this place?
Or maybe there are spies from Liang and Jin hidden among the crowd?
At the end of the previous dynasty, the world was torn apart. In recent years, the three kingdoms of Chu, Liang and Jin gradually formed a confrontational pattern. Speaking of Liang and Jin, there were spies and spies lurking in Jinling City. Han Qian would not be surprised at all.
However, what Han Qian had tried his best to do before was not to be eaten up by Wan Honglou, to gain a foothold by the side of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, and to prevent his father from making a desperate attempt to offend Tianyan. Apart from these things, Han Qian did not care about anything else.
Not very concerned; he couldn't care less.
Perhaps it was because his father was about to become an official, and he was officially in charge of Secretary Zuosi. Perhaps it was because he was pretending to be a beggar who could be stepped on by anyone in the world, and his mentality and perspective of looking at the problem had changed unknowingly.
"Chun Shisanniang and Miss Yao are here. Miss Yao is dressed like a young master, and he is so handsome!" Zhao Ting'er has sharp eyes, and he can see Chun Shisanniang's charming character deep in the crowd.
Chun Shisanniang always attracted the most attention in the crowded crowd; while Yao Xishui only made her eyebrows thicker, pretending to be too handsome, and frequently made the young girls and young wives on the street have spring-like eyes.
Looking forward to the past.
Han Qian secretly felt funny. These young ladies and young wives were so blind that they did not realize that Yao Xishui was a female just like them.
