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

"Young Master Yi? Let's have breakfast, I've already prepared it, but I just reheated the leftovers, so it's very fast...Huh? What are you doing with the lantern?" Hei Hei was carrying the food to the hall at this time, with a strange expression on his face asked Xiangquan.

Feng Jiuniang suddenly became short of breath, and she was trembling.

Xiangquan glanced at Feng Jiuniang indifferently, and smiled slightly: "I just want to do Feng Jiuniang a favor."

He looked at Feng Jiuniang as if he was looking at a person performing in a goulan.

Guanfeng Jiuniang's expression is not someone who can withstand big events.She was afraid, worried, and resentful. These emotions could not be concealed, and they were written directly on Feng Jiuniang's complicated face.

She flustered.

Xiangquan tried this way, but felt that if he wanted to go down the well, it would be more effective to have a showdown with Feng Jiuniang.A woman's heart is weak after all.

"I have something to discuss with Feng Jiuniang soon." Xiangquan's tone was flat.

Feng Jiuniang panicked even more.However, before the words finished, the door opened with a "creak", and Wu Bai came out of the house.

Only then did Xiang Quan realize that he was standing next to Wu Bai's room.Wu Bai was sleepy, and when he saw Feng Jiuniang, his face turned cold.When Xiangquan looked at it from this angle, he saw a painting hanging in the room.

The painting is very strange, but it is hung in the place facing the door, so Xiangquan can just see it at a glance.

When he saw the painting, he first squinted and looked at it, but he didn't care.Afterwards, his eyes widened suddenly, and he smiled at Wu Bai and said, "Isn't this painted by the Taoist Xinsheng?"

"Heart saint?" Wu Bai turned his head in surprise, "Master Yi must be joking."

"If that's the case, it's a masterpiece. Although it's not finished." Xiangquan said, he wanted to go into the house to have a look, but he hesitated as soon as he took a step, and it was important to rescue him now.

"Heart-Sage Taoist, just like his name, just the word 'weird'. Although his painting style is good-natured, his temperament is extremely weird, and then he disappeared. There are not many works of Heart-Sage Taoist handed down from generation to generation. If it is really his painting..." Wu Bai She looked at the painting in her room with a look of surprise, and there was still that painting next to it.Every word and every picture looks quite elegant, but also a bit weird.

Xiang Quan just glanced at it, if it were something he would have thought about carefully, it's just that he was so focused on doing clean things that he was physically and mentally exhausted.

"These two paintings and calligraphy are unique together." After finishing speaking, Feng Jiuniang's expression came into his eyes.

When Feng Jiuniang heard that the painting was a treasure, her eyes couldn't hide her greed.The corner of Xiangquan's mouth twitched, giving her a cold and twisted smile.

Hei Hei smiled and said: "It's really strange that the calligraphy and painting are hung together. This painting originally belonged to that old house. It was taken out by Mr. Xia. In the middle of the night, he insisted on sneaking into the old house with Qu Ze..." Hei Hei babbled Seeing this, Feng Jiuniang's face became more and more ugly.She was afraid, but secretly looked at Xiangquan.

Xiang Quan just looked at the calligraphy and painting.He himself didn't know what caught his gaze.

Hei Hei continued: "Young Master Xia went to the ancient house for 'exploration' that night, and felt that this painting was weird, and compared with the scroll next to it, it was of different length."

Xiangquan frowned, immediately entered the room, took down the painting and looked at it carefully.

And at this time, almost at the same time—Feng Jiuniang's eyes froze, and she hurried to her own room.

If you don't run now, when will you wait?

Feng Jiuniang moved in small steps and hurried back to the house.She was discovered, by the one named Yi!That strange person surnamed Yi found out that she was the one who killed Xia Qianqing!

Feng Jiuniang returned to the house, and closed the door with a "hula" with trembling hands.

Xia Qianqing!He was obviously thrown down—but why?Why is there no one at the bottom of that cave!Where did Xia Qianqing go?

Feng Jiuniang was terrified, and shiveringly stuffed the valuables around her into her bag.

I can only escape!Qianqing disappeared, she was not so scared, at least she made breakfast with Heihei.But when she saw Yi Xiangquan holding the lamp, she understood.

Yi Xiangquan's words "I just want to do Feng Jiuniang a favor" made Feng Jiuniang panic and uneasy.Her heart was beating wildly, she shook her head desperately, and hurriedly packed her bags.

But how to get out of the village?She glanced at the steep mountain in the distance, and then at the ravine, her eyes lit up.

She faintly saw in the distance, a rope hanging down from the opposite side of the ravine.

In fact, there is no way out of the village.That's how Yi Xiangquan came in.He must have tied a rope to the trees from the other end of the ravine, and then climbed to the bottom of the ravine along the rope; then he shouted at the bottom of the ravine, asking Feng Jiuniang and Wu Bai to pull him up.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiuniang felt ecstasy in her heart, so, with the rope surnamed Yi, she will be able to escape!If you don't run away, seek money and kill yourself, what will you do if you are caught by the government?

She rolled up her bundle, her heart full of complicated emotions.She comforted herself that it was indeed her arrangement to get drunk and faint that night, but she didn't kill him, she just threw him into the hole—Feng Jiuniang didn't know what the hole was for.

She didn't murder for money!She didn't!She doesn't have the guts to kill someone!

Feng Jiuniang frantically comforted herself with these words, while putting things into the bag, as well as the clean silver and bank notes - money, if you have money, you can leave this ghost village and pass her life. Happy days!Xia Qianqing, what does it matter to her whether he lives or dies?

She went to the woodshed, where she kept her belongings privately.The belongings of those passers-by in the past are all hidden here.She put it away in threes and fives, went out of the firewood room, looked at the rope swinging in the gully again, and smiled.

Dark clouds gently spread over the hills, covering the warm early winter sun.Heavy snow seems to be coming to this village again.

However, at this moment, Yi Xiangquan was staring intently at the portrait of the woman and the words "Golden Words" next to it.

He didn't notice Feng Jiuniang's departure.

The girl in the painting is sleeping peacefully, as if having a good dream.Xiang Quan looked at it with incredulous eyes, holding the painting tightly.Hei Hei hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Xiangquan didn't answer.His slender hands slowly stroked the rough picture, looking back and forth, front and back, and even close to his eyes to carefully look at the small details of the picture.

The girl is delicate and beautiful, and her coquettishness is fully revealed when she is sleeping soundly.With a gorgeous dress, wearing a strange bracelet.Xiang Quan turned the painting over and saw the small puddle of blood stuck to the back of the painting, and turned the painting upright to see its length.

"It was intercepted..." Xiang Quan murmured.He touched the scroll lightly with his hand, and there was blood stains, extending to the edge of the painting. "It was cut off, because the lower part of the painting was still stained with a lot of blood, so it had to be cut out..."

"Master Yi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Xiangquan talking to himself, Wu Bai asked in confusion.

Xiang Quan ignored it at all, just continued to look at it, and muttered to himself like a demon: "But if you cut too much, it will affect the part that has already been drawn; if you don't cut it, there will be too much blood left. Okay. So it was cut like this, with a bit of blood left, but most of the painting remained... But, there is too much blank space left, and the painting is obviously unfinished... Why on earth is this?"

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