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

Seeing that Xiangquan was acting weird again, he laughed dryly and wanted to ask some questions, but Xiangquan lowered his head in thought, and then walked quickly into the room.

Inside the house, the three juniors were all there, and Xiang Quan asked after entering the door, "Do you still have paper kites?"

Shui Yun's eyes widened strangely: "Yes."

"Can it be set high?"

Wu Bai smiled: "Paper kites are originally produced in the Qilu area. Making paper kites can be regarded as a craft in the village. You don't have to worry about Mr. Yi. Of course you can put them very high, but what do you want to do, Mr. Yi?"

"Is there anything I don't need?" Xiang Quan's face was gentle.

Shui Yun nodded and smiled, "You can make more paper kites, and there were quite a few in the past. If Mr. Yi wants to, you can just make new ones, which are worthless at all. The paper kites we make can fly very high."

Xiangquan nodded: "Help me prepare four, both old and new."

Qian Qing had already entered the door, and couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, so he pulled Yi Xiangquan's sleeve: "What kind of trick are you trying to do?"

"Is there any oil?" Xiang Quan ignored it and asked Hei Hei.

Hei Hei saw that Xiang Quan was acting weird, and he was a little silly himself, so he quickly replied: "Yes! I don't know Mr. Yi..."

Xiang Quan nodded, then asked: "Is there any spirits?"

Hei Hei was surprised, but nodded stupidly: "Yes, but not many."

"Cotton and linen?"

Hei Hei nodded, wanting to stop talking.The rest of the people looked at Xiangquan strangely.

"Please prepare me the oil, wine, cloth and paper kites mentioned above," Xiang Quanke said politely, then turned to look at Qianqing, "Are you recovering from your illness?"

Gan Qing was taken aback, and murmured in his heart, thinking that Xiang Quan's question must have no good intentions.Not caring, but intentional use.Gan Qing felt a chill in his heart, and quickly replied: "No! It's not good! I'm feeling dizzy and nauseated right now!"

Xiang Quan rolled his eyes at him: "It's not enough to succeed, it's more than failure."

Xiangquan's voice was very soft, but Qianqing heard it all the time, and said angrily, "What did you say? Why do you weirdo talk about me! I just feel uncomfortable. I have just been in a coma for so long. Do you want me to catch ghosts?"

Xiangquan laughed suddenly, his voice was low and peaceful: "It's not as good as a ghost."

Qianqing was stunned: "What? What?"

Xiangquan shook his head and sighed, and when he got the things, he dispatched all the people to rest.Everyone still lived in the hall, but Xiangquan himself went out with paper kites, oil, spirits, and cloth.

Qianqing thinks that Yi Xiangquan is clearly unreasonable!Although the remaining three didn't say much, they also felt that something was wrong.He left the hall, not knowing what to do.Before turning off the lights, Shui Yun muttered a few words: "Young Master Yi is really a weirdo."

Hei Hei spread the quilt: "Go out alone, I'm afraid of danger..."

Qian Qing was lying alone on the soft couch, Wu Bai made the bed and turned on the lamp, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.Ganqing was restless and restless, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep.He probably slept too much during the day, and now he felt uneasy.

Yi Xiangquan can do anything!The things he wanted were clearly set on fire.This person has always been his own way, eccentric, unwilling to confide his plans to others, and keeps doing strange things.Once he gets sick, it is impossible to set fire to the village.

Qianqing saw a village on fire in front of him, and he suddenly became frightened.

He got up in the dark, ready to go out quietly.Hei Hei heard the noise, and seeing that his figure was clean, he wanted to follow.Qianqing stopped him, and he just went out to take a look.

Qianqing's illness has just recovered, and she insists on going out again.Hei Hei had no choice but to tell him to be careful and to dress thickly.

Before going out, Qianqing took a deep breath: Don't let yourself fail to come back.Who knows what Yi Xiangquan is going to do, set fire or summon the soul?Find Feng Jiuniang's soul and ask what happened?

Gan Qing pushed the door open, and suddenly thought of something—Xiang Quan was afraid of fire.

So it shouldn't be set on fire.

Qianqing breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the room full of doubts.There should be a lot of stars in this mountain, like broken silver all over the sky, but at this time the night sky has dark clouds and the stars cannot be seen clearly.The sky was blurred, leaving only the thick darkness of night.After a stroll, I walked to the edge of the river.

At night, the river is still rattling, like the sound of the wind blowing through the woods, and the waves are constantly beating against the yellow-brown cliffs.However, amidst the roar of the river, Qianqing heard a few cracks of flint.

Yi Xiangquan is really going to set fire to it!

Qian Qing dodges subconsciously and hides in the corner to take a peek.Not far away, a pile of firewood was piled up on the bank of the river, which seemed to have been brought from the kitchen.The firewood is far away from the river, and there is a white cat squatting next to the firewood, and next to the white cat is Yi Xiangquan, who is focusing on his face and lighting a fire with his back wind.

Gan Qing was taken aback - what did he do with the fire!Isn't he afraid of fire?

Chuuxue heard the noise and called out, but Qianqing couldn't care about Chuuxue.He saw a pile of thick thread next to the firewood, which was very strange, as if it had been wrapped several times with something to make it so thick.

Fubuki yelled again and rubbed his master's leg.Xiang Quan suddenly turned his head, only to see Qian Qing: "What are you doing out here?"

Ganqing rushed over and grabbed Xiangquan by the collar: "I'm afraid you will burn the village!"

Xiang Quan was stunned for a moment, then said in a slightly annoyed voice, "What village are you burning?"

Ganqing glanced at the firewood and let go of his hand: "What are you going to do?"

"Let the paper kite go." Xiangquan lit the oil lamp, turned to Qian Qing and said, "If you have nothing to do, just put the paper kite for me."

Ganqing was confused: "Let the paper kite go? Isn't it setting fire?"

Xiang Quan glanced at Qianqing like a fool, and handed over the line: "The higher the better."

Ganqing took the line with a face of reluctance, and felt a smell of oil coming out, mixed with the smell of wine.He became more and more uneasy: "You, are you sure you won't set fire?"

"Although I am afraid of the big fire, the small flame is not harmful, so let's put it first." Xiang Quan looked at the clouds in the sky quietly.They floated slowly, as if they were about to disperse at any time.

"What do you mean?"

"Let go." Xiang Quan uttered a word.Let Ganqing trot while dragging the string, and follow along.And because I don't know what to do, I just feel stupid--two grown men released paper kites in the middle of the night, it's a joke to say it.

Qian Qing regretted that he had listened to his words and really did such a stupid thing.After the kite flew up, Gan Qing hurriedly said: "I put it up, I'll give you the thread! If you want to get sick, don't drag me along."

Xiangquan should not.Qianqing said angrily: "If you don't answer, I will let go!"

Paper kites flew up and pierced the sky, but they couldn't pierce the thick clouds.The sky was overcast and cloudy, and there was no shadow of the moon at all.Xiang Quan frowned, looked at the kite for a moment, and murmured: "It's almost there."

"You take the line!"

"Wait a little longer." Xiang Quan said softly, like a sigh.

Ganqing put the paper kite and felt like a fool.When he was a child, he would go out with others during Qingming and Double Ninth Festival. When he grows up, he will no longer be greedy for this kind of fun.He couldn't remember exactly how long he hadn't released the paper kite.

It is very difficult to release paper kites in the dark, perhaps because of the excellent eyesight, but they are placed very high when they are dry.

This paper kite is slightly different from ordinary paper kites.Paper kites are mostly in the shape of birds, and this paper kite has an extremely long tail, so it should be as elegant as a phoenix tail.But the one in the air right now has no sense of beauty, just like a silly bird tied with two strips of cloth.Gan Qing glanced at the pile of fabrics on the ground, and then understood the reason.

"What do you do with the paper kite tied up with cloth? It can be put away like this, thanks to my good skills."

Xiang Quan didn't explain, but praised him insincerely, "It's really high," and then raised the oil lamp.

"You, what are you going to do?! Hey, don't order! You—"

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