Marriage is not easy [Transmigration Book]

The next day after Wen Pangshi finished talking with Xiao Jin, he sent a boy over to deliver a message, asking Xiao Jin to stay in the prison for two more days, and send someone to pick him up after he got the household registration certificate.

Xiao Jin nodded, and let the little man who sent the message go back.Xiao Jin didn't expect that there was such a thing as an "ID card" in ancient times. He originally thought that after the other party got him out, he would find a way to escape, but now I'm afraid it will not be so easy.

He just realized that in ancient times, if there were no guides and household registration certificates, they were black households. They could escape from Wen Pangshi, but they would also meet other than Liu Yuan, Li Yuan, and Zhang Yuan, and they would still be arrested and arrested. Things for the dead.

He had to turn the situation that was unfavorable to him into a favorable position. Wen Pangshi got him a household registration, so it was not a trivial matter whether the paper certificate was in her hands or in his own hands.

Xiao Jin doesn't want his fate to be in the hands of others, that lady from the Wenhou Mansion doesn't look like a kind person!

During the two days of waiting in the prison, Li Yuan, Wang Yida and Wang Xiaoer did not show up again, only the jailer who delivered the food appeared in the cell at regular intervals.

Xiao Jin judged the morning and evening based on the light from the jailer's opening of the cell door, and calculated that it had been about two days since the boy who sent the message left.

Today, there was a lot of wailing in the prison, and the prisoners in every cell crowded in front of the door and shouted.Looking at the empty rice bowls and dishes on the licorice field, Xiao Jin felt strange.On weekdays, the prison guards always deliver meals in the morning and evening, twice a day, and Xiao Jinguan has never stopped since he came in.But today, the jailer didn't show up.

It's really weird...

A few days ago, I was beaten badly, and I had very little food. It was all porridge and the like, and I was very hungry.Xiao Jin covered his stomach, leaned against the wall, frowned slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, when the cell door was pushed open, the jailer came in with an oil lamp, and the faint light only illuminated a corner.The jailer held a lunch box in his hand, and the prisoners who were lying on the ground so hungry got up all at once, stretching out their hands and yelling.

"It's food, please be quiet, whoever makes noise will go hungry all night!" The jailer yelled at the rowdy prisoners on both sides, and the dim yellow light shone on his mouth and face, making his mouth and face look more harsh.

Xiao Jin slightly opened the slits of his eyes, without moving his body, but looked at the jailer with probing eyes.Usually the jailer distributed food in a straight line, but today he distributed food in a horizontal direction. According to his order, Xiao Jin in the cell in the innermost corner would become the last one to receive the food.

The jailer finally came to Xiao Jin's cell. He put the food on the ground and looked at Xiao Jin with displeasure: "This is the last meal, and you will be released from prison tomorrow. Tsk tsk, look at you like that, really It's shit luck. But a beggar is still a beggar, and don't think that you can get lucky if you get away with it."

Xiao Jin went to the door to fetch the food after the jailer left.He glanced at the porridge and steamed buns in his hand, sneered, lost his appetite immediately, and put them aside casually.

Tomorrow?If you can leave here tomorrow, what kind of world will it be outside?Xiao Jin's eyes froze, and his palms slowly clenched into fists.

"Squeak..."

Xiao Jin looked sideways looking for the sound, and saw a dark mouse coming in through the crack of the door, probably smelling the smell of food, and slowly ran to a distance of about one meter in front of Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin raised half of his eyebrows, seeing how skinny the mouse was, he guessed that it must be starving, otherwise it wouldn't have run out without fear of people.

Xiao Jin stared at it for a while, motionless.The mouse moved forward little by little, looked up at Xiao Jin, and saw that he was completely still, so it became more courageous, took two steps forward with its front paws, and then sprinted towards the food in front of it. , quickly grabbed the steamed bun, turned and ran to the door.

Seeing that Xiao Jin didn't come after him, the mouse put down the steamed bun and ate it directly.It's just that when it was halfway through eating, it suddenly yelled loudly, kicked its four paws, turned its belly over and died.

Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, his spirit froze, and he turned his head and stared coldly at the white porridge next to him.

Zhu Song three years, the fourth day of June.

Wang Da led Xiao Jin out of the prison.That day, it was raining like fog in the sky.In the cobweb-like rain, only vague outlines remained of the streets, houses, and pedestrians.

Xiao Jin followed behind Wang Dada silently, walked through the courtyard and corridors of the yamen, and walked out of the gate of Red Square decorated with large animal teeth.

Outside the yamen, the person Mrs. Wen sent to pick him up was already standing under the rain with a bamboo umbrella.

Step by step, Xiao Jin stepped down the stone steps of the yamen steadily and firmly.He walked to the last stone step, looking back, his dark eyes flicked across the high hanging plaque.

"A bright mirror hangs high..."

With a sneer in his eyes, Xiao Jin shook his sleeves and turned around.The boy holding the bamboo umbrella hurried forward to cover him from the rain.Xiao Jin tilted his head and glanced at him from under his bangs.

Suddenly there were several muffled thunders in the sky, and the rain gradually became heavier.

Mei Xiang looked at the cloudy sky and closed the half-opened window tightly.She looked back at Wen Yelan, who was leaning on the concubine's couch to sleep, walked to the bed and took a thin blanket to cover him, and said softly: "Master, it's raining heavily, why don't you go to bed?" Rest for a while, worry about catching a cold."

Wen Yelan's long and dense eyelashes trembled, and his dark eyes slowly emerged from under his eyelids.Wen Yelan changed his posture, turned the book in his hand to the other hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Wen Yelan was lying on the red fox blanket, the skirt of the white coat was torn a little because of the action just now, revealing the delicate collarbone and fair neck.He stood up on one knee, with the arm holding the book casually resting on the knee, his eyes drooping slightly, and his posture graceful, just nodding his head lightly, he was already unparalleled in style.

Mei Xiang looked at Wen Yelan's outstanding appearance and thought that he was going to marry a beggar, so she just sighed and exited the room.

Yuxiu Courtyard.

Fang Liang stood in front of Wen Pangshi tremblingly.He glanced at Mrs. Wen's expression from the corner of his eye, and then said: "Ma'am, Fang Fu has already gone to pick up Xiao Qi'er."

"Well, does Fang Fu know what to do?" Wen Pangshi shook his teacup.

Fang Liang hurriedly said: "Madam, don't worry, I have explained in every possible way what he will do next."

"That's good, what did Concubine Yuan say?" Wen Pang looked up at him.

"Concubine Yuan asked Madam to enter the palace tomorrow to reminisce about the old days." Fang Liang wiped off his sweat, thinking of Concubine Yuan's gloomy expression that was about to get angry when he went to see Concubine Yuan, he was so frightened that half of his life died. dare not come out.

The corner of Wen Pangzi's mouth hooked slightly, showing a sneer.Looking at Fang Liang's appearance, she could think of Yuan Muqing's expression at that time, and felt a burst of joy in her heart.So what if she became a noble concubine, she still hasn't been caught.Even if you don't want to, you still have to help her.

"I don't want to hear these things from other people's mouths." Wen Pangshi gave Fang Liang a cold sideways glance.

Fang Liang's hands tucked into his sleeves shook, and he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Madam, don't worry, there will never be a third person to know."

"It's better like this. Smart people live long, right." Wen Pangshi smiled, but his eyes were dark and cold.

"Yes." Fang Liang lowered his head again.

"Go down." Wen Pangshi waved his hand.

Fang Liang hurriedly bowed and left, and took a breath after walking out of Yuxiu Courtyard.

Wen Pangzi lifted the lid of the cup and took a sip of tea.Wen Yelan hasn't been out of the gate lately, and he doesn't go through the second gate. Except for going to Wei Tingyu's place in the morning to greet him, he spends the whole day reading calligraphy and painting in the room, and the books he read are not about imperial examinations, but the girl and maid beside him. Some messy scripts bought outside.

Hehe, have you lost your temper?

This Wen Yelan became much more peaceful after falling into the water, but she hoped that he could remain so quiet until the day he got married...

Wen Pangzi laughed out loud.

The servant named Fang Fu took Xiao Jin to Biyang Restaurant, the largest in the capital.Xiao Jin quietly looked at the environment and pedestrians in the city through his bangs.

The quaint streets, the long gowns and skirts with oil-paper umbrellas all told Xiao Jin again that he had really traveled to ancient times.

Xiao Jin silently took everything unfamiliar in front of him into his heart, he couldn't show any strangeness, the current situation still had too many unknowns for him, and these unknowns were full of danger.Especially the poisonous dinner last night, thinking of this, Xiao Jin's mind sank.

Fang Fu led Xiao Jin into the entrance of Biyang Restaurant, put away his umbrella, looked around, faced the people in the restaurant, and said in a louder voice: "Master, you have been locked in prison for so many days, you must be If you can't eat well and sleep well, Fang Fu will order a table of delicious food for you."

Xiao Jin stared at Fang Fu whose voice and movements suddenly became exaggerated, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Master, sit down." Fang Fu grabbed Xiao Jin's arm, pulled him to an empty table, pulled out a stool, and pushed him to sit on it.Turning around, he yelled loudly, "Xiao Er, my young master wants to order!"

Xiao Er looked back and forth between Xiao Jin and Fang Fu with a strange expression, and the shopkeeper standing next to him knocked on his head, beckoning him to hurry up.

Xiaoer returned to his senses and replied: "Oh... oh, what do these two guests want to eat?"

Xiao Jin felt that the eyes of the people sitting around were on him, and those eyes were full of probing and pondering.

Fang Fu half bowed and stood beside Xiao Jin, lowered his head and asked respectfully: "Master, what do you want to eat? Why don't you order some signature dishes?"

Xiao Jin pursed his lips and nodded lightly. The behavior of Fang Fu, the servant sent by Mrs. Wen, was too weird. Xiao Jin could only tense up, not daring to slack off.

"Xiaoer, you heard it too. First, I'll serve ten of your signature dishes, and then I'll serve you two pots of Nurhong. Serve the food quickly, so I can't starve my precious young master." He took out an ingot of gold and threw it to Xiao Er in front of him, who caught it in a little panic.

The people around all let out a gasp of wonder when they saw the ingot of gold.

"Is that really Xiao Qier?"

"It's definitely true. You can tell by looking at his clothes. That's what Fu Yin was wearing when he was interrogated that day."

"The one next to Xiao Qier who took out an ingot of gold is his servant? Is Xiao Qier the young master of some big family?"

"It's possible. I heard that Xiao Qi'er really killed someone, but he was bailed out with money. Now look at his servant, he spent a piece of gold for a meal."

"Looking at it this way, it's really possible that the family members came here and used money to make connections and let him out..."

The people around leaned together in twos and threes, pointed to Xiao Jin's side, and chatted rustlingly.

Xiao Jin only heard a few words of what they said.But from their fragmentary conversation, I can probably guess what they mean.

Xiao Jin glanced at the smiling Fang Fu out of the corner of his eye, and rubbed his thumb and index finger lightly.