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

There are pictures at the bottom of the characters.Perhaps it is because of the age that the color is light; or the author himself does not want to take away the style of calligraphy with painting, so the painting is extremely light.Calligraphy and painting have always been dominated by paintings, supplemented by words, and aside, most of them are poems or inscriptions.But this one is mainly composed of words, with paintings as a foil.

Xiangquan squinted his eyes, and finally saw the bottom of the painting, it was actually peach blossoms.He frowned, and looked at Wu Bai: "Have you ever paid attention to paintings?"

Wu Bai nodded: "It's just a painting."

Xiang Quan obviously didn't think so.The painting does not match the artistic conception of the characters. There are far more leaves than peach blossoms in the painting, and two or three flowers bloom, which are reflected in the words "Wai Ge", "Luanniao", "Sizhu" and "Men's".

Xiangquan pondered, even he himself couldn't see the problem.So Wu Bai accepted it.

At this time, Feng Jiuniang was silent in the corner.She fixed her eyes on Yi Xiangquan with a sullen face.Shuiyun didn't even look at the word, turned around and opened the box of the Zhemu bow - of course, Xiangquan acquiesced.She looked at the bow enviously, and didn't look at anything else.

Xiang Quan and Wu Bai talked more and more happily, and when the food and wine were hot, Xiang Quan drank several glasses at once.Everyone had already eaten, and now they ate something, all of which were small dishes such as dried meat slices.Yi Xiangquan drank very happily, Feng Jiuniang looked at him coldly.I thought he was gentle just now, but I didn't expect him to drink so well.

When he was drunk, he somehow mentioned the story of the five brothers.

"It seems to be a very interesting story, can you tell it to me?"

The story of the five brothers is just a village rumor, it’s okay to talk about it, but now a few things have happened, which made people panic, and no one dared to mention it again.

The atmosphere turned awkward in an instant.But Xiang Quan still poured the wine on his own, as if he didn't care.The wine splashed into the cup, he said a few more polite words, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Finally, under the lure of Xiangquan, several juniors told him the story of the five brothers.

During the dinner, Xiang Quan seemed to be drunk.He propped his head up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be listening but not listening.Wu Bai and Shui Yun also drank, but Hei Hei and Feng Jiuniang did not drink at all.

Xiangquan listened to the story but remained silent.Everyone looked at him, and he looked drunk, pouring wine non-stop, and spilling wine non-stop.Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head: "Who is that in the coffin?"

Shui Yun trembled, Xiang Quan gave her a keen look, put on a drunken look again, stopped saying this, and asked instead: "I said that Xia Qianqing is an evil star, a plague god, and once he comes, nothing good will happen." .”

Feng Jiuniang snorted inconspicuously, and Xiang Quan raised her eyes and asked, "Who is that old woman under the cliff?"

Everyone was silent.Xiang Quan smiled easy-goingly: "At first glance, he fell to his death."

Feng Jiuniang's eyes froze: "What do you mean by 'at first glance'——"

"Just a quick look," Xiang Quan shook his head with a smile, changed the subject, and said a few polite words before Wu Bai slowly talked about Granny Meng.Because of Shuiyun, he didn't mention the dumb thing.

"What an interesting village," Xiang Quan said almost subconsciously, causing Feng Jiuniang to roll her eyes.Xiang Quan didn't take it seriously: "That old house, is the rich man's daughter in the story living there?"

This sentence of his surprised everyone again—Xiang Quan has gone straight into this hall since he came, and the ancient house is just a glimpse from afar.Wu Bai took a sip of his wine: "Our juniors don't know, Mr. Yi, how do you know? Did Qu Ze tell you?"

Xiangquan smiled softly, his eyes were drunk, and he shook his head: "Qu Ze didn't say anything. I... make a living by reading pictures, I just think that the dark house is very old, and the evil spirit has not dissipated. It is really ominous, and it is better not to get close. "

Feng Jiuniang sneered, expressing her disbelief.Xiang Quan glanced at her, and chuckled: "Dark clouds are shrouded, evil spirits are everywhere, lonely souls and wild ghosts, wailing again and again. Could it be that someone died unexpectedly?"

Hei Hei was carrying the plate into the room, his hands stiffened immediately, while Wu Bai and Shui Yun bowed their heads in silence.When Feng Jiuniang heard this, her complexion turned pale.She hastily picked up the wine and drank it down, her cheeks turned red.

Xiang Quan supported his head with his hands, half asleep and half awake, and seemed to be talking nonsense: "But looking at the purple air coming from the east, it is quite auspicious. I am afraid that some distinguished guests will arrive. I thought it was due to the arrival of Qian Qing." , but he left. However, the purple air has not dissipated, why is this?"

Feng Jiuniang lowered her head and drank another bowl of wine.

Xiangquan laughed softly: "If the purple qi does not dissipate, there must be a windfall; the trees mourn and the water flows quickly, this is a sign of great fortune. You...Who is going to get rich?"

Shui Yun raised her head to express her doubts, but Xiang Quan didn't give her any chance to speak: "If you say this fortune-telling is not necessarily accurate. This is the person who makes money by himself, and the name is so clear... The five elements are short of water and replenish water, and water is born again Gold..." Yi Xiangquan said indiscriminately, he lowered his head, raised it again, and smiled at everyone.

Hei Hei stepped forward: "Young Master Yi drank too much, let me help—"

Xiangquan shook his head and smiled, "Let me finish. This Qianqing is really a man of gold and silver, but he is also strange. When he takes money out, he always likes to roll up the silver bills in his hair and never take them off when he goes to bed. When it rains, isn't it all over?"

Feng Jiuniang's expression changed.

Xiangquan stood up and wanted to go back to the guest room, but he continued: "But that's fine, the crown can be removed when you sleep, and you won't leave it at other times. Now, if anything happens, you have someone to rely on. You're smart...but The weather is wet and cold, and the silver ticket is very fragile, I'm afraid it will take a long time..."

He sighed, then left.into the guest room.

The three juniors also went to sleep.There was an inexplicable light in Dudufeng Jiuniang's eyes.

Yi Xiangquan wobbled and was led into the guest room in a dark manner.He lived in the clean room, so he didn't have to clean it up.

The furnishing of the room is just like the one Qianqing lived in a few days ago.Thick quilt, charcoal brazier, fresh pine branches in bottles, hangover soup.Xiangquan was drunk, yet elegant.He said some kind words, sent Hei Hei away, and said that he would go to bed right away.His eyes were blurred, and he slammed the door shut.

The moment the door was closed, he was immediately alert and drunk, like a hound smelling prey.

He blew out the lamp, and the smoke filled the dark room immediately, making Xiangquan's face hazy.He turned around, jumped to the window nimbly, and pushed the window open a small crack with a creak.

Like a hunter in the dark, he turned his face sideways and stared out of the window intently.

The hunter stares intently ahead, waiting for the prey to be caught.

It was not bright outside the window, perhaps because of the cloudy sky and dark clouds covering the moon.Looking from a distance, the eaves of the hall are covered with snow, but under the eaves, the lights are still on.The sound of talking and the clashing of bowls and chopsticks continued.

The fragrance of pine branches entered Xiangquan's nose, and he suddenly felt a little more awake.Looking closely, Feng Jiuniang's busy figure was reflected on the window paper, clearly visible.The dim light outside the window shone in Xiangquan's eyes, but his eyes were brighter than Xue Ye.

Xiangquan didn't know how long he looked at it, but he heard a rustling sound.He turned slightly and judged that the sound came from under the bed.

Is it... a mouse?

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