The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

This kind of smile is so blunt, which makes Qianqing feel very uncomfortable.

"Since Mr. Xia is going to leave, I will speak clearly. They are all guests, and should be treated with respect and reason. How about canceling the previous festival? I also have poor hospitality. If Mr. Xia does not stay, It really makes me feel very uncomfortable. Besides, Hei Hei, Shui Yun, and Wu Bai also hope to have a drink with Mr. Xia."

Don't move.He was upset today, and Mu Xu's death still appeared in front of his eyes.He and Feng Jiuniang stood inside the door, while outside the door were the weeping corpses of Wu Bai and Mu Xu.Across the door, Qianqing feels uncomfortable, and is unwilling to see the scene outside the door.

Feng Jiuniang wanted to continue persuading him, her eyes turned red, as if she was about to cry.She was in her thirties, and it would be shameful to cry in front of Qian Qing, but she didn't care about that much.

Qian Qing also felt extremely embarrassed.Feng Jiuniang kept sobbing and said: "Just now I accidentally put Mu Xu... As for Wu Bai, I don't know what to say to him, I can only ask Hei Hei to persuade him not to hate me. Although I am Elder, but I also know that I have done something wrong. This time, so many things happened, and the men in the village are not around, leaving me alone as a widow to deal with these things, I really can't stand it..."

Feng Jiuniang continued to babble, cry, and speak incoherently.Ganqing was upset when he heard this, and felt compassion for Feng Jiuniang.If you simply agree, you will be delayed for another day.Looking out the window, it was really dark and terrifying.If you want to go to Bianjing sooner or later, you are not afraid to stay one more night.

Feng Jiuniang saw that Qianqing was moved, so she went to play with the wine and dishes happily.Ganqing looked at Feng Jiuniang's back and sighed inwardly, the heart of a woman is really elusive.I myself made up my mind to leave, and as soon as my heart softened, the matter was over.This woman wiped away her tears when she cried, and a grown man like herself couldn't stand it.

Ganqing closed his eyes, thinking of Mushu's shadow, small and helpless.When the flesh and blood are buried in the ground, this life will rot away as if it had never been in the world.Death is probably like this. Granny Meng died, lying in the depths of the ravine, and her body could not be moved up; Mute died, and her body was placed in a coffin waiting to be buried...

Qianqing suddenly wanted to know what it was like to die and be buried in the ground.

He shivered, this was beyond his experience, and he didn't dare to imagine it.How can a living person experience the feeling of being buried in the ground and rotting all over his body?

"The mud wall falls and turns into dust, and disaster comes out of the mouth." At this moment, he understood the hidden meaning of signing the lottery. The mud wall returning to ashes and ashes means death.

It's really unlucky, and I don't know how Chen Tianyan copied it.Ganqing shook his head to drive away these unrealistic and unlucky thoughts.When these weird thoughts faded with the last red glow in the sky, and night fell, it was time for dinner.

die……

Qianqing sighed, laughing at himself for being stupid.What are you thinking so much about?

The night has come, and the wine and food are fragrant.This was supposed to be Qian Qing's last night in Wu Village.

"Young Master Xia, I respect you." Feng Jiuniang said, draining the wine in the glass with no expression on her face.

It's really embarrassing to clean up, it's the first time to be toasted by a woman like this.He himself used to stay in the brothel every day, and the scene of toasting was not uncommon, but what kind of place is this now?mountain village.Feng Jiuniang is an elder, so she toasted herself.

Clean up the embarrassment and retaliate.It's not in accordance with the rules for the seniority to be reversed, and besides, he and Feng Jiuniang have always been at odds with each other, and they have given her a lot of embarrassment after coming here for a few days.She didn't hold any grudges.Qianqing felt that she was too narrow-minded, and felt sorry.The dignified seven-foot man has bickered with Feng Jiuniang these days, swearing at others without showing any morals, and he is not as tolerant as other women.

The more Qian Qing thinks about it, the more useless he becomes, how can he still look like a man!Simply drink a few more glasses, use the wine to strengthen your courage, and don't care about face.He stood up with a serious face, and sincerely apologized to Feng Jiuniang.

Ganqing held the wine glass and drank while talking.He has superb speaking skills and a clear voice. Whether he is cursing or apologizing, his words are exquisite and moving.After a few words, Hei Hei also smiled movedly: "Young Master Xia is really polite."

Ganqing looked up at Feng Jiuniang again.There was an indescribable expression on her face.How to describe it?Feng Jiuniang's original smile was a blunt and cold smile, a cold smile forced on an angry face.Although Feng Jiuniang concealed this stiffness very well, she also showed a bit of coldness.

Qian Qing originally thought that her face would be gentler, but now it was still stiff and even weirder.Looking at Feng Jiuniang's face, Gan Qing felt that his vision was a bit blurred.

He sat down and chewed some side dishes, thinking to himself, Feng Jiuniang said this is old wine, and he only drank it during the Chinese New Year, so it must be strong.Looking up at Shui Yun and Wu Bai, both of them had a desolate look on their faces, and their eye sockets were slightly red.Shui Yun lost her sister, Wu Bai watched Mu Xu convulse and die, who can feel better?

It was an embarrassing meal.

But Qian Qing felt much more at ease.The story of the five brothers, the weird folk songs, the death of Granny Meng and Ya'er, the disappearance of Qu Ze... everything is over.No matter how high the mountains are, the roads are far away, and the cliffs are steep, he will go to Bianjing City tomorrow, call the brigade, call Yixiang Spring, and worry about not being able to solve the strange thing?

Thinking of this, Ganqing grinned stupidly, drank a lot of wine, and ate vegetables in big mouthfuls.

Inside the house, there are staggered toasts and brightly lit lights.The wind is howling outside, the winter moon is bleak, and the snowflakes are coming again.

Qingqing kept drinking.Wu Bai and Shuiyun were also persuaded to drink some.After eating half of the meal, Shui Yun and Wu Bai were already overwhelmed with alcohol and passed out.Feng Jiuniang seems to be particularly good at drinking.Hei Hei didn't drink much and was drowsy at this time, seeing that the food was almost finished, she forced herself to bring some hangover soup.

Qianqing was persuaded by Feng Jiuniang to go back to the house to sleep.As he walked unsteadily, he thought to himself, this wine is really powerful.As soon as he opened the door, heihei hurriedly "run" from the kitchen to the hall.Said it was running, but also stumbled and wobbled.Hei Hei also drank a lot of wine, and managed to hold on to the ground.

Ganqing ignored it, and fell onto the bed with a few thumps.On the bed were still half-packed packages yesterday, scattered money and some banknotes.However, most of his silver bills are secretly rolled up in the tiara.Now, he is extremely sleepy, and his hair is not loose, hoping to just sleep with his clothes on.

A dark voice came from his ears.

"Feng Jiuniang! This...what's going on?"

Heihei was obviously drunk too.She asked this sentence inexplicably, what's going on?Her voice was so far away that Gan Qing could only hear it clearly.What happened?What did Feng Jiuniang answer?He has no idea.

Qian Qing felt his eyes darken.Is it because of drunkenness?This feeling is very strange, it reminds him of when he shot and wounded the Tsing Yi Bandit in Yongcheng Fengshui Inn, he ran out of the room, but was hit by a stick.It feels almost like a splitting headache.He suddenly grinned stupidly, thinking that when he woke up, maybe he really returned to Yongcheng.

Ginkgo biloba, small bridges, flowing water, Xia's courtyard, and a large carved bed.

Perhaps, this mountain village and these absurd things are just a dream of Xia Qianqing.

The voices of Heihei and Feng Jiuniang became farther and farther away.

The clear consciousness began to blur.

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