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

"It's going to snow."

Xiangquan looked at the clouds in the west, then at Cangshan Mountain, at the firewood by the river, shook his head and said, "Sure enough, we still have to rely on ourselves if something goes wrong. I don't know when Mr. The mountain will take several days, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Gan Qing asked, "What shall we do without waiting for the rescue?"

Xiangquan was silent for a while, and finally spit out a sentence slowly: "Today we will make a break."

Gan Qing's eyes widened: "Today is the end? Is it up to you and me?"

"That's right, it's today, it's up to you and me," Xiang Quan glanced at him with some disgust, "Don't hold back."

Qianqing hurriedly asked: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Tell me first, what is the origin of the mute?"

Ganqing took a breath, and was about to start a long story: "Mute's life experience is very complicated. She and Shuiyun have the same father and mother. Her father married Mute's mother, and then fell in love with Shuiyun's mother, and gave birth to Shuiyun; Mute mother quit and committed suicide. Shui Yunniang died of dystocia. Ouch, I really lost my wife and lost my wife. Why do you listen to these old things? Parents are justified, it’s too messy."

Xiang Quan frowned and said, "Shui Yun is the half-sister of Mute?"

"Yes, Mute seems to have an older brother who seems to have died, so her father loves Shuiyun very much. Fortunately, the two sisters have a good relationship. Wait, don't you suspect Shuiyun? Nonsense, how old is she? -"

"The night you saw the dumb soul, Shuiyun was sleeping in front of the coffin? Then she saw it too?"

Ganqing said impatiently: "Yes, we all saw the clothes. Although it was just that moment, we could see clearly. The clothes were the blue and white shirt that Mute wore when he died, but later it covered Shuiyun's body "Yi Xiangquan, don't try to change the subject, just tell me what's going on in Wu Village."

Xiang Quan paused for a moment: "I'm still not sure about some doubts, but I'm pretty sure I'm sure. Can you cook porridge?"

Gan Qing was taken aback: "How could I! Why did you miss the question again?"

Xiang Quan said indifferently, "I'll cook the porridge and broth, and you go find Feng Jiuniang's leftover drug."

Qianqing was shocked: "What are you going to do? Cook broth? When the dumb son is dying... no, the second child in the folk song..."

Xiang Quan walked quickly to the kitchen and found the pots and pans for cooking: "If you don't cook broth, you may be in danger of your life."

After Xiangquan finished speaking, he said nothing more.Ganqing had no choice but to run to look through Feng Jiuniang's things with a sullen expression on his face.He didn't want to find that kind of medicine powder, and he didn't want to go to the kitchen to help cook.In his eyes, "a gentleman stays away from cooking" is always an excellent excuse for him to refuse to master this skill, besides, he is a young master, so it is his turn to cook.

But he walked a few steps, feeling a little uncomfortable.Although Yi Xiangquan is a hateful person, he is very smart. Despite being praised by everyone, he can even cook...

Ganqing shook his head, busy flipping through Feng Jiuniang's things.The medicine powder should be Mongolian sweat medicine, he has seen it before.He scolded Feng Jiuniang viciously in his heart, this woman is really vicious, she even drugged her, she deserves her death!

After a while, he found some under Feng Jiuniang's pillow.Qian Qing opened it and smelled it, then frowned.This smell reminded him of the musk-like fragrance that the green-clothed thieves put in the oil lamp when Yongcheng was banned.He decided it was drugged.

Yi Xiangquan pretended to be a ghost not once or twice, but he still felt that he had to believe it again.

Ganqing hurried to the kitchen, only to see Xiangquan cooking porridge and broth.It is extremely rare for Xiangquan to cook rice, and Qianqing didn't want to laugh at it at this time, but just threw the medicine powder away: "What are you going to do, it can't be medicine."

"If you don't take medicine, what else can you do?"

Gan Qing became nervous: "You want... to drug Hei Hei and the others? Why?"

"Afraid of accidents, afraid of getting in the way. Huh, only this little?" Xiang Quan shook his head, "Go look for it again, I'm afraid this dosage..."

"You are crazy, you actually took medicine!" Gan Qing said angrily.He couldn't sleep well in the past few days, opened the coffin, saw ghosts, was stolen money, drugged, buried alive-Qian Qing wished to disperse all the pain he had suffered in the past few days.

Xiang Quan was unmoved, and said slowly: "First, to ensure their safety, I will persuade them to drink porridge and lock them into the room after they are unconscious. Second, although I am not very sure, there should be...someone among them... Oddities are closely related."

Xiang Quan blew on the porridge, took a sip, frowned and said: "It will take a long time. Let it cook for a while, and if it is not cooked, they should drink it all out of courtesy, just think I am not good at cooking alright."

Xiangquan slowly stirred the porridge, with two stoves and two pots, he handled it with ease.It looks like a hermit returning to the field, cooking happily; and like a cooking monk in a temple, with a clean six senses, slowly enjoying the leisure time.

Seeing the dark clouds cover the sky, he was so angry that he paced back and forth in the kitchen.He asked about three questions, and Xiangquan only answered one.

"Are we going to catch the murderer?"

"Basically, it can't be regarded as a murderer."

Qian Qing was surprised: "What do you mean by that?"

Xiangquan didn't answer.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Of course, otherwise, what are you doing?"

"Do you have any weapons?"

"Take, don't you only know how to shoot arrows?"

"Who is the murderer?"

Xiang Quan hesitated for a moment before saying, "It can't be regarded as a murderer——"

The problem came around.Ganqing was about to cry, he grabbed the cattail leaf fan and slapped the firewood fiercely, angrily said: "Cook it, cook it! Arrest people after cooking!"

Xiangquan hurriedly pulled Qianqing back: "If you fan the wind like this, the fire will go out quickly."

"You don't answer any questions you ask," Qianqing gritted his teeth, "If I didn't want to leave the village, I would still be at your command? Yi Xiangquan, don't go too far!"

Qianqing's tone was not kind, but Xiangquan had expected him to listen to his order, so he ignored it and cooked the porridge seriously: "The question you asked just now is unorganized, and it is really difficult to answer."

Ganqing took a deep breath, holding back an ugly smile: "May I ask Mr. Yi, there are many kinds of murderers, those with high martial arts skills, weak ones, and smart ones, but what kind of person are we going to arrest?"

To make this clear, I intend to calculate the danger of this trip.This is the case with Xiangquan, who is always reluctant to say much before the event, just because he has thought too much and cannot be absolutely sure of the facts.This is his character, and it is also his most irritating place.

If you don't reveal the plan, you may harm your companions.

Right now, Qianqing wants to find out what kind of person their opponent is.No matter what Xiangquan answered, he was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Quan sighed, and said something that Qian Qing never expected——

"It can't be regarded as a human being."

Gan Qing was stunned: "Isn't it a human? Is that a demon?"

Just as Xiang Quan was about to speak, he slapped his thigh dryly: "It's an animal!"

"Not at all."

Qianqing looked at Xiangquan wanting to cry but without tears: "Is that a piece of wood?"

Xiang Quan picked up the spoon, stirred the porridge and said, "I don't know the details. I just deduce the general idea from the folk song. I'll start from the beginning, explain the whole story clearly, and you will understand. See this matter. It seems complicated, but the strange events that happened are nothing more than a reprint of the folk song, that is, the story of the five brothers."

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