Two carriages drove into the mansion at dusk.

A Jiao secretly opened a curtain and saw shops on both sides of Fucheng Street. The people on the road were dressed in bright silk. I don’t know how prosperous Wu'an County is, but the style of Fucheng can be seen. It’s time for dinner, and a tempting fragrance drifted out from restaurants of all sizes. A Jiao swallowed unconsciously.

The more I looked, the hurried. Gillian still put down the curtain and sat down obediently.

"Why don't you watch it?" Zhao Yanping asked.

Gillian smiled with her face down: "The streets are delicious, and it looks very greedy."

Zhao Yanping leaned over and carried the curtains and walked slowly on the carriage. At first glance, there were indeed a row of snack stalls on the side of the road. Those guarding the pavilion included adults and children, young girls and young men.

Zhao Yanping put down the curtain to isolate those scenes.

The official post has arrived.

Unlike the one station on the way, this official poster built in the central part of the city is used to entertain officials from all over the country and even officials from Beijing who come to the city to perform official duties. Since ancient times, the city has been prosperous in the south of the Yangtze River and the city has become a place of wealth. The system of this official poster is imitated as a large garden, covering a wide area, elegant landscapes, and delicious food. All the officials who come and go are praised.

The official post is divided into courtyards of different levels. Small officials like the magistrate live in remote courtyards on the west side of the official post. Each magistrate has a guest room, and the guards and servants live in the back room. Similarly, the higher the officials, the more central the yard they are assigned, the more grand the yard they are assigned.

The capital city has nine counties under its jurisdiction, and ten rooms are arranged for this small courtyard where the magistrates live.

Xie Ying was the last county magistrate to arrive, but the wealth of Wu'an County under his jurisdiction was second only to the capital city, so the best room in the yard was left for him. Shun Ge'er lived in his outer room and served him tea and water at any time. Only Zhao Yanping's identity was a little awkward. He was not a servant, but he was not a serious official.

Zhao Yanping didn't care about this and offered to take Gillian to live in the back.

Although Xie Ying was born in the Marquis' Mansion, he did not want to violate the rules and said to Zhao Yanping: "Tonight the prefect holds a banquet to welcome us. I will take Brother Shun to you. It is rare for you to come to the city of the city. Let's go out for a walk. You can come back before the curfew."

Gillian stood behind the official honestly, and her eyes were circulating when she heard this. Of course, she wanted to go out for a walk, but she didn't know what the official was going to plan.

Zhao Yanping answered Xie Ying and took Ajiao to the back.

The back cover room is divided into two areas, east and west, separated by a wall in the middle, and the servants are stayed on the left and the maids are stayed on the right.

Zhao Yanping hesitated whether to separate from Gillian.

Gillian looked at him with a gaze, as if she had lost her backbone after leaving him.

At this time, the servant of Guanyi who led the way said, "Since you are husband concubines, you can live on the east side together. These servants come with the magistrates. At night, the maids serve the master and the servants live here. Before dawn tomorrow, it should be replaced by servants who follow the master. When they come back, Captain Zhao will also come back. There is no need to worry about anything, let alone this is the city, who dares to act rashly."

Zhao Yanping thought about it, so he took Gillian to choose a room.

The rooms here are more like ordinary inns, with beds, cabinets, tables and chairs, and a set of coarse porcelain tea sets. There is no other decoration except that.

Gillian opened the bag and took out their clothes and put them into the wardrobe.

Zhao Yanping went out for a walk, carried a bucket of water, and came back with a pot of tea.

"Wash your face, let's go out for a walk after washing."

Zhao Yanping put down the bucket and said to Jiao who was making the bed.

Gillian turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Are you really going?"

Zhao Yanping said: "I asked the kitchen and there was no food."

Gillian understood, after making the bed, she quickly washed her face, combed her hair again, and then took a sip of tea. Then she went out with the official.

The small gate of Guanyi where the two walked out, when they came out, the red sun had already set, and the clouds in the sky turned from red to indigo, mottled like paint.

Guanyi is very close to the main street of Fucheng. Perhaps it is to facilitate the exchange of officials to understand the local customs and customs. The two walked after a quarter of an hour, and stood in the street and looked in. They saw the people scrambling shoulder to shoulder. The rich and noble men and sons wearing silk went to the restaurant on the two and three floors to eat and drink spicy food. The common people sat down in front of the small stall and small restaurant, and they also enjoyed it.

"There are many people here, follow me closely and don't get separated." Zhao Yanping told Gillian.

Ajiao was more afraid of getting away than him, so she entered the alley. At first, Ajiao just followed him tightly, but later there were more and more people, and many passing men stared at her. Ajiao panicked and reached out to grab the official's cuff.

Zhao Yanping was shocked.

He thought of his sister Xiangyun. When he was a child, the brother and sister went out to play together. The sister also liked to hold him, but the sister would directly hold his hand.

In fact, Zhao Yanping was only nine years old when Xiangyun was sold. Fifteen years have passed. Zhao Yanping can no longer remember his sister's appearance, but Zhao Yanping remembers many trivial things about the brother and sister getting along.

He turned around and saw Ah Jiao leaning against the pedestrians. She was so panicked, as if a deer in the deep forest accidentally came to the downtown area. However, what is the difference between a widowed girl and a deer in the forest?

Zhao Yan pursed her thin lips and broke away from Gillian's hand.

Gillian looked at the tall figure in shock. As soon as she felt disappointed and sour, she saw the official suddenly look down and then hold her hand.

Gillian's eyes lit up. Looking at the hands they held together, her heart was sweeter than eating honey. When she raised her head, Zhao Yanping had turned around and led her forward coldly with her face on her side.

Gillian followed with a smile.

Zhao Yanping chose a small restaurant with quite a few customers. The signature dish of this restaurant is duck blood vermicelli, and other dishes are also hung on wooden signs.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhao Yanping asked Gillian.

Gillian just watched with him and said in a hunger state: "I want a bowl of duck blood vermicelli."

Zhao Yanping waved to the hall, ordered two bowls of duck blood vermicelli and a plate of small buns.

The small long buns were brought up first, with a total of ten, and three small long buns could be placed in the palm of an adult.

Gillian felt that a bowl of fans was enough to eat, so she didn't want to touch Xiaolongbao.

Zhao Yanping ate one first. The noodles were thin and the soup was delicious. It was much better than the old lady at home, so she put two into Ajiao’s bowl.

He didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear, just let Gillian eat it.

Gillian thought, the official is such a person, he talks little, but he is considerate in his work.

"Does the official like to eat Xiaolongbao?" Gillian took one and asked softly.

Zhao Yanping said: "It's okay."

Gillian is good at all kinds of snacks in Jiangnan. He heard this and said excitedly: "If you like to eat, I will make it for you when you go home."

Zhao Yan glanced at her hands that were even more delicate than the bun skin, and lowered her eyes and said, "No, I'm used to eating Cui Niang's craftsmanship."

Gillian bit her lip in disappointment.

Two bowls of vermicelli soup were served, and the heat was lingering, but on this late autumn evening, a bowl of hot soup was really comforting.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Yanping paid for the meal and the two came back to the street.

"Continue to stroll?" Zhao Yanping asked.

Gillian wanted to go shopping, but she was not very fit. Although she didn't use her to walk along the bumpy road, she was so tired that she just wanted to go back to sleep.

Her face was full of sleepiness. Zhao Yanping understood, held her hand and walked back, leaving the bustling alley before letting go.

At this time, the night was closed, leaving the place where the lights were shining, the street became darker and more quiet by the noise in the distance.

"Have you ever been to the capital?" Gillian raised the topic.

Zhao Yanping: "I have been here twice, both to catch people."

Gillian asked him what kind of case it was.

After Zhao Yanping finished talking about the two old cases, the official post was right in front of him.

Almost all the servants in the backyard fell asleep. Zhao Yanping sent Ah Jiao to the house. He went to carry a bucket of hot water and asked Ah Jiao to wipe it first. He was guarding the door. There was no old lady here staring at it, and it was much cheaper to do things.

When it was Zhao Yanping's turn to wash, Gillian went to bed and lay down.

Before leaving, Zhao Yanping asked Ah Jiao to bring the old bed sheet and bedside. However, there was no tent hanging in the room here, and the bed was bare at the end and there was no place to hang it. Even the bed was very old. Ah Jiao creaked when she lay down. The sound reminded Ah Jiao of the days she lived in Huayue Tower. Every night, in the building, apart from the cry of the girls, there were all kinds of creaking.

Gillian had never done that before, and I don’t know how the sound came out. The bed here was because it was dilapidated. Huayuelou was so rich that it was impossible to use such a broken bed.

Gillian's only memory of that incident was that the constables broke in and bullied. The scene of Ling's prostitute. Thinking of the prostitute's faces that were painful and desperate as if they were tortured, Gillian couldn't help but hug her arm, and was full of all kinds of doubts and uneasy imaginations about how to be a couple. If it was very painful, why did she laugh more at night in Huayuelou? If it was liked, why was she so painful when she was forced?

Suddenly, the bed beneath me sank heavily, and the creaking sound became louder.

Gillian was tight and tense all over.

Zhao Yanping frowned, but it was useless to dislike him. He lay down as if nothing had happened, and then stopped moving after lying down, and the ambiguous voice also stopped.

Gillian waited for a while, and when she saw that the official had not come to lift the quilt for a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Don't the official cover the quilt?"

Zhao Yanping said: "It's not cold, go to bed."

Gillian sighed silently.

She turned around gently, endured the discomfort caused by the creaking sound, and covered the quilt on his body to him, and explained: "The official came to the capital with the master to do things, and should take care of his body carefully. It's late autumn, and the room here has not been inhabited for a long time. It's cool and wet. The official does not cover the quilt, and it's better to delay the errands if it's wind and cold?"

Zhao Yanping pursed his lips and acquiesced to Gillian's arrangement.

The rooms prepared single quilts for the servants, which were not big. Gillian tried to cover him with all his body and kept a distance. When she lay down again, her entire back was exposed. Gillian deliberately lie down to the official so that he would not see it.

Zhao Yanping's mind was self-disciplined, and he kept closing his eyes and did not notice Gillian's side.

Both of them were motionless and fell asleep at some point.

During the five years of Ah Jiao's food and clothing, she was as delicate as a lady in Huayuelou. Even when she went to her uncle's house, she never missed a quilt. When she just slept tonight, she was full of officials. She was so warm that she was not afraid of the cold. She finally felt the cold until the second day of the night and instinctively got to the hot place. At first, she wanted to grab the quilt, but the bed was small, and when she was halfway through, she touched a chest like a stove. Ah Jiao immediately stopped the quilt, and she shrank into Zhao Yanping's arms, holding his waist with her little hands, and her little face was against his chest, which was very comfortable.
Chapter completed!