After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 16 Ghost Market

"Ghost market?"

Ye Qinghuai's confused look seemed to be what Du Wenle had expected. He looked at Ye Qinghuai with some pride, waved the fan in his hand, and said: "You haven't heard of it, right? This is the center of Shengjing City.

The secret."

Ye Qinghuai shook her head. She had a premonition that the conversation was about to enter the realm of ghost legends.

"It's not that mysterious. The ghost market is located in the West Market, but it only opens at night, and it doesn't happen every day. The business in the ghost market cannot be seen in the light, but things that can't be solved during the day can't be solved.

It can be solved in the ghost market."

Ye Qinghuai suddenly realized. Isn't this a black market?

"Brother Du, when you talk about the bright road, do you mean the ghost market?"

"Brother, I'm only telling you this. Don't tell anyone else." Du Wenle dipped his finger in some tea and drew the shape of the moon on the table with a cross in the middle. "After Xu Shi, you go to the ghost market.

, in the small alley to the northwest, there is a red corner flag hanging on the door of a store, with a black crescent moon painted on the corner flag."

Having said this, Du Wenle tapped the symbols drawn on the table with his hand and continued: "After you go in, tell the shopkeeper: Bring a pot of Zhuangyuan Red. If he asks you: Does the Master know the origin of this Zhuangyuan Red? You just answer

He: The number one scholar is famous for his wine tasting, and the sound of visiting flowers and shops. Also, remember to bring ten ingots of silver. In this way, you are guaranteed to be named on the Spring Golden List this time."

Ye Qinghuai was shocked. When she heard Du Wenle's nonsense in the Wenxin Hall, she vaguely guessed that there must be something fishy in it. Thinking of the unsolved Chunwei fraud case in her previous life, she thought there might be something to it. Now when she heard Du Wenle

Speaking of which, some of her suspicions were confirmed.

Her heart was frightened and cold, but her face remained calm. She stood up and gave a big salute to Du Wenle, forcing a happy face and saying: "Brother Du's great kindness is like recreating it. I will never forget it."

"I told you that you and I don't need to be so polite. In the future, we have to take care of each other when we enter the court." Du Wenle patted Ye Qinghuai's shoulder, his face full of a brotherly and respectful smile.

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After lunch, Du Wenle forced Ye Qinghuai to go to Hongye Xuan to pick out a few story books with him. In the end, Ye Qinghuai shied away from collecting money, so she got out and said goodbye to him.

Ye Qinghuai was not short of money. She walked around the West Market twice and didn't see the corner flag. She guessed that the flag would only be hung at night. So she asked for a room in the inn next to it.

There was a window in the room facing the entrance to the West Market. She ordered a few side dishes and sat by the window from the time the sun set until dusk.

The West Market is a mixed place, with a lot of people coming in and out, ranging from dignitaries to peddlers. The street topography inside is also very complex, with three-story luxury buildings and brick houses in disrepair. The roads are not like those in the upper city.

The avenues are horizontal and vertical, with large and small alleys crisscrossing each other. Some of the alleys seemed to have been stopped in the middle of construction, and bricks and stones piled on the ground blocked the way, forming dead ends.

According to Du Wenle, although the ghost market is not controlled by the curfew, there may still be patrols by Gyeonggi guards outside the west market. Therefore, she opened this room early in order to have a close place after escaping from the ghost market.

Set foot in the right place.

Ye Qinghuai planned the evening's actions over and over again in his mind, for fear of making any omissions in a certain step.

She shouldn't have come on this risky trip in person. But right now, she really didn't have anyone she could trust who could explore the tiger's den for her.

In her previous life until the moment of her death, she thought her future was a peaceful and prosperous life. Therefore, she blamed everything on the leak of her identity as a woman and Lu Yanchen's betrayal.

But now it seems that Dajing’s shortcomings go far beyond that.

This cognitive gap made her unable to trust anyone around her.

The courtiers around her and the servants in the harem are each like an actor and a painter. Each of them has a brush in their hands, and in their own one-foot-square field, they paint this scroll of peace for Ye Qinghuai.

A corner of the prosperous age, weaving a dream of stability and peace for her.

Ye Qinghuai hoped that this dream was true, but everything she had seen and heard since leaving the palace seemed to pour cold water on her.

Now, regarding this beautiful dream, Ye Qinghuai only has the last trace of her dying struggle left in her heart.

There is one last possibility. Maybe Du Wenle was deceived, and the person who promised him a gold medal was a liar.

How everything turns out will be known soon.

As the sun just set, Ye Qinghuai packed up her clothes and walked into the streets of West City before the curfew.

Perhaps due to the curfew, more than half of the stores in the West Market are closed, and there are very few pedestrians on the road. People coming and going are all in a hurry, and some are wearing hats or veils to hide their faces.

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Ye Qinghuai also lowered his head and quickened his pace, looking for the corner flag in the streets and alleys with only his peripheral vision.

After walking through about a dozen alleys, Ye Qinghuai finally found the red corner flag with a crescent moon pattern in an inconspicuous corner.

It was a small shop, with only a small two-door door on the front. It looked like the back door of a wealthy family. The shop door was closed, and there was some weak candlelight coming from inside.

Ye Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her trip was not in vain. The store was still open. She touched the money bag in her arms, calmed down, walked to the store door, and clicked on the ajar door.

Got three buckles.

As soon as she knocked on the door, the door was opened by three points. A boy who was half a head shorter than her poked his head out and quickly looked at Ye Qinghuai up and down, with a smile on his face.

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"Please come in, sir." After saying that, he opened the store door, welcomed Ye Qinghuai in, and then quickly closed the door on Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai looked around at the small shop.

The shop is not big inside, with only two Eight Immortals tables and four benches beside the tables. The counter next to the door is one person long, and there are many wine jars of different sizes and styles on the wall behind the counter.

It is far away from the jar, but somewhat like the way antiques are placed on a museum shelf.

Ye Qinghuai keenly noticed something strange.

This small shop looks like a wine shop. Although there are many bottles of wine, there is no smell of alcohol at all.

There was only one boy in the whole shop, but there were no other customers. The boy took a pot of tea from the counter, poured a cup of hot tea, placed it on one of the Eight Immortals tables, and invited Ye Qinghuai to sit down.

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After Ye Qinghuai sat down, the boy asked enthusiastically: "I wonder what this young master would like to drink?"

Ye Qinghuai remembered what Du Wenle said and said: "Please bring me a pot of Zhuangyuanhong."

The boy was not surprised and asked politely, "Master, do you know the origin of the number one scholar in the shop?"

Ye Qinghuai answered according to what Du Wenle taught her: "The number one scholar is famous for his wine tasting, and the sound of visiting flowers and visiting stores."

(End of chapter)