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

Hei Hei was also startled: "Yes, he left in a panic the next day."

Xiangquan nodded and smiled slightly: "They listened to the folk song and felt weird, so they left."

Wu Bai was surprised: "But, why did Mr. Yi send the message in the middle of the night?"

"Master Shen has the habit of stargazing. He observes at night and sleeps during the day. In recent days, the weather has been cloudy and sunny, and Master Shen is also anxious. When it clears up, he will definitely watch the stars. At this time, you can see the burning Paper kite. Just look at these firewood. I can burn smoke during the day, although it is not obvious, Master Shen will see it if he lights it up. However, the night sky is cloudy today, maybe he has no plans to watch the stars tonight, so he can’t see it. .”

"The point of the problem is not here," Qianqing shouted, "Master Shen said that you would send a message when you were in trouble, but you just light some paper kites at night. Why bother? You can't go out to the village, so you can light it during the day." Just smoke, what are you so eager to do?"

Xiangquan's face suddenly darkened: "I'm afraid the matter of Wu Village will not be delayed."

Everyone was taken aback.Gan Qing's eyes widened: "What are you pretending to be?"

Hei Hei interrupted: "Master Xia, don't mention the word 'ghost'!"

Xiang Quan just smiled and whispered softly, seemingly muttering to himself: "Of course ghosts are not the scariest thing in the world, there is always something better than it."

He didn't say anything, just bent down to clean up the mess.The rest of the people didn't speak any more, but only Qianqing quickly caught a trace of worry on Xiangquan's face.This trace of worry also cast a shadow over Qian Qing's heart.With his friendship with Xiang Quan for many years, it is clear that Xiang Quan's worries are never unreasonable for a person who can't show his emotions.

It may be a harbinger of catastrophe.

Overnight.The morning sun rises in winter, and all the dark clouds at night dissipate. It is a rare sunny day in a few days.Everyone was sleeping in the hall, they were really shocked yesterday, and they slept late, so they slept very deeply at this time.

They were all shocked yesterday by Xiangquan's sentence "Of course ghosts are not the scariest thing in the world, there is always something better than it", but Xiangquan didn't give any explanation, just prevarication, and sent them to sleep .

Ganqing tossed and turned on the soft couch, seeing the morning light entering the room.When the sun rose in the east, Xiangquan lit the firewood early to let the smoke rise, and then came back to take a nap.There is no wind today, and the smoke still condenses into a straight, unusually obvious gray-white column in the cold winter air, which is a bit strange.

The sun was shining, and Qian Qing couldn't sleep, he really hoped that Mr. Shen would call someone to rescue him.

With doubts in his heart, he simply got up, put on his clothes on tiptoe, and wanted to go to the ancient house to check.

Bathed in the morning light, Qianqing hurried through the dilapidated house.Xiangquan's words yesterday reminded him that he broke the handle himself.Ganqing said that the handle could open the secret door leading to the toilet in the room, but Xiangquan laughed at him for being wrong.

In other words, Furuya has hidden secrets.

Qianqing returned to the room where he used to sleep, opened the cabinet, took out the broken handle, and ran out in a hurry.He passed the kitchen and accidentally knocked off a basket of things by the kitchen door.The thing splashed all over the ground, and when it was dry, it looked like some kind of dried herbal medicine.

"You are really careless, and you don't know why you want to run to the ancient house alone."

Qianqing was picking up the medicine in a hurry, but he didn't want to hear Xiangquan's mocking voice.Ganqing felt even more unhappy, and kept picking up the herbs: "You don't sleep, what are you doing here?"

"You ran around without knowing the situation by yourself, and you didn't know how to cherish the life you finally picked up." Xiang Quan said in a calm tone, and also knelt down to help pick up the herbs.

Qianqing looked disdainful: "It's just a cold, and now I just have occasional stuffy nose, and it's okay. My life is very precious, how can I throw it away at will? If I survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings."

Xiangquan sneered: "Don't worry, it won't be too late tonight."

Ganqing was taken aback when he heard that: "You, what do you mean by that?"

"I guess things can't be delayed any longer. If Mr. Shen doesn't send someone today, we have to try it ourselves. So, you'd better rest and leave in the evening."

"You should make it clear. You are really annoying for being so ignorant. Who can bear a freak like you?" Gan Qing suddenly stood up, angrily kicking the remaining herbs on the ground, as if it was Yi Xiangquan's face.

Xiangquan said slowly: "I'll explain the situation to you in a while, but you don't want to tell the other three people, because I don't fully understand the truth now, so I can only guess. The matter of Wu Village is my responsibility." One of the strangest incidents I have ever experienced, there is something wrong with the ancient house, so... eh, this medicine seems to be pinellia?"

Qian Qing was taken aback: "What?"

"Panxia. I read a few medical books in Fu Shangxing's medical center in Yongcheng, and I still remember this medicine."

Gan Qing snorted: "You have a really good memory."

After finishing speaking, I just feel heavy in my heart. "Fu Shangxing" became the three heaviest words, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.He lowered his head and asked, "I don't know what happened to Ozawa."

Xiangquan stared at Banxia, ​​but didn't respond.

Ganqing picked the pinellia in his hand, as if he had made a big decision.

"Ozawa was lonely and helpless, but something happened to Fu Shangxing, and I am also responsible. Wait for me to go to Bianjing to write a letter to my mother, and find her a good husband's house," Ganqing said, as if he had relieved some burden , took a deep breath, "Good in-laws! It's best to be gentle and read a lot..."

Yi Xiangquan seemed to be petrified, staring at the medicine in front of him, his eyes drifting away.

"Then, she got married. I want to give more dowry money, and the Xia family will be her natal family. It's best for my mother to recognize her as a goddaughter. Hey, it's the best of both worlds. She's happy, and I'm free—you say How about it?"

"This medicine is a dumb medicine."

Xiangquan's face became pale.

Gan Qing was startled: "Dumb medicine? This thing?"

Xiang Quan closed his eyes and wrung his hands together: "I remember, the 'Grandpa Situ' that everyone talks about knows medicine?"

"Yes. Been dead for many years." Qian Qing casually picked up these things called "Ban Xia".

Xiang Quan asked, "That dumb girl, how did she become dumb?"

"I heard that she was sick when she was young. Do you think she ate this kind of thing? You really think too far, talking nonsense." Qian Qing looked indifferent.

Xiang Quan shook his head: "I think farther than this. Could it be that she ate it by mistake?"

Qianqing Shangxiangquan rolled his eyes: "Is this medicine so powerful? It makes people become dumb for life?"

Xiang Quan shook his head: "No, it's just that it will affect people's voice in the future."

"That's it!" Qianqing picked up the basket and pushed it aside, "Go, you said you want to tell me the truth!"

Xiang Quan stood up all of a sudden, as if thinking of something, he grabbed Qian Qing's shoulders.Qian Qing let out an ouch, but Xiang Quan asked, "Do you still remember, the broth stewed by Ya'er is fresh meat or dried meat?"

"It's fresh, I'm still surprised. Oh, don't pull me—"

Qianqing broke away from Xiangquan's hand in disgust, and suddenly looked into the distance.I saw a dark cloud floating in the western sky, with a light ink color, slowly coming by the wind.Only then did Qian Qing realize that this might be a precursor to a blizzard.

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