Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

When it comes to Suzhou, the beautiful scenery surrounded by green water and white walls is endless, and the beauty is endless; while Hangzhou, not only the beautiful scenery makes people linger, it is also a prosperous place no less than Bianjing, with a prosperous household registration, The communication and convergence are not comparable to him.Although Yongcheng is small, it also combines the characteristics of the two. It is beautiful, peaceful and rich.

Authentic Jiangnan, with gentle willows, bluestone roads, beautiful lakes and ancient lamps - painters always like to use such brushstrokes to describe the scenery of Jiangnan, and add some lotus and beautiful women to make it even more colorful.

Yongcheng is such a small town.

It's just that Xia Qianqing has stayed here for twenty years, and the beautiful scenery has been worn away by time.Year after year, the softness washes over the vision, so warm and charming, but it makes people tired.

Xia Qianqing was wearing a green shirt, standing outside the gate of Yongcheng government office, leaning against a slightly green ginkgo tree.He listened to the chirping of cicadas in early autumn, played with the Pisces jade pendant on his waist, and waited for the notice from the Yacha.

Qianqing has just passed the age of weak crown, and her hair is loose and tied with a belt.He has delicate features, handsome appearance, and a little carelessness.A pair of black eyes kept looking around, like a curious child.

His excellent blue material, like flowing clouds, like green mountains, like streams, makes the whole person blend into the surrounding picturesque scenery.

He only heard the sound of hurried footsteps, Gan Qing raised his eyes and saw the face of the Yachai full of laugh lines.

"Mr. Xia has been waiting for a long time. Mr. Yang is in the yamen. Mr. Yi has already arrived and is discussing matters. I will take you there."

"That's right, that's right! Yi Xiangquan can go in and out of the Yamen at will, so of course I can," Qian Qing shook his head proudly, and looked at the Yamen with a thief, "Since you agree to release I went in, and if you keep your wife from going to the brothel, let it go."

Hearing the words, the yamen servant was sweating profusely: "Nothing big or small in Yongcheng can't be hidden from Mr. Xia, please raise your mouth high and don't spread it to the outside world—"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Qianqing's figure had disappeared.Qianqing slipped into the courtyard of the Yongcheng government office, trotted all the way, and ran towards the back office.

This is a unique garden in the south of the Yangtze River.It is not as majestic as the buildings of the Tang Dynasty, but today's courtyards are smaller in size, gorgeous and full of changes, exquisite and exquisite, showing a delicate and soft style, but pleasant.There are many kinds of ginkgoes planted in this courtyard, some are still green, some are yellow, a piece of yellow and green is mixed to cover the sky, and in late autumn, the ground must be covered with golden yellow leaves.There is a small white stone bridge not far away, under which the lake is introduced, and there is a rockery beside the lake, and a pavilion is set up next to it.Immediately after that is a large open space, where perhaps the guards and servants will gather for drills, followed by the arsenal.

As for the open space, Qian Qing didn't look too much, he walked through the winding corridor, came to the back of the yamen, and stopped at the door.

He heard that the sound in the room was not noisy. There were obviously people in the room, but he didn't know how many people were there, probably not many.There was only the sound of flipping paper, followed by a slight "boom", like the sound of bottles and cans colliding.

No one spoke inside.

Qianqing continued to listen carefully, but there was a "poof", as if something had been unplugged, and then, a herbal smell came to his nostrils.

"Master Yi! What are you going to do?"

Qianqing could tell that it was Yang Fuyin's voice.Yang Fuyin, he is a magistrate in Yongcheng, he has a big belly, and he is about to enter the age of knowing his destiny.Except when visiting brothels, he wore that tight official uniform all day long. Poor that clothes couldn't cover his big belly full of wine and meat.Gan Qing felt that Yang Fu Yin would not be able to become a great weapon, and that his official performance was tepid, and he was not a good person-of course there were eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, but he was too timid to commit crimes.

Listen to the voice, Yang Fuyin is blocking something.

Gan Qing listened again, the sound of ding ding bang bang did not stop, there was another sound of "pop" opening the bottle, and another burst of herbal smell.The nose is cleared, and the taste is slightly different from the one just now.Then, there was the sound of ticking liquid flowing, as if it was flowing onto something.

"Oh my god, it disappeared..."

This is Fang Qian's voice.Gan Qing recognized that Fang Qian was the commander of the guards, he was good at skills and kind, and was slightly older than Qian Qing.The two have known each other since childhood and are naturally familiar with each other.

Fang Qian is dark-skinned, loyal and dedicated to his duties.Originally grew up in Yongcheng and practiced martial arts since childhood, and suddenly went to the Northwest battlefield a few years ago.I just returned with a group of soldiers a few days ago.Qianqing was already familiar with him, but he hadn't seen him for many years.

Ganqing thought about this, but heard another "poof", and another herbal smell, which was completely different from the previous two.This is the third sound, Ganqing couldn't hold back, he decided to go in.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he stopped.Because he heard the voice of a third person in the room.

Different from Fang Qian and Yang Fuyin, the voice was clear and familiar after not hearing it for a long time, a little deserted, gentle, calm and full of courtesy.The rhythm of this person's speech is just right, and the voice is pleasant. This rhythm of speech can obviously be suppressed deliberately. Maybe he himself speaks very fast, but for the sake of clear expression, he can't do it.

"Xia, it's not surprising that this kind of thing happened in a short time. I have seen the paper he left behind in Bianjing, and there is no ink stain, which is very good. It is difficult for future generations to trace his traces from the handwriting. However, This kind of person who pursues perfection, the more he is like this, the more flaws he will have."

The person who spoke chuckled, and then said in a calm tone: "Then, the root cause of this trick of disappearing handwriting is either paper or ink, or there is a problem with both paper and ink. Those who understand ink, add some ink when grinding. Anything can go in, vegetation residue, different springs, and even blood. Paper, created in the Han Dynasty, has changed little since the rise of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. These are hard to say, so we can only—"

Hearing this, Ganqing pushed the door open with a "bang" and went in without waiting for the notification.

"Master Xia!" Yang Fu Yin cried out in horror when he saw Qian Qing.

Gan Qing ignored it, stared at the room curiously, and saw three people gathered around a round table, he knew all three of them, the chubby Yang Fuyin, and the tall guard Fang Qian.

Also, the man in white has his back facing Qianqing.

Ganqing recognized him, was too familiar, even if he didn't see his face, his voice and standing posture were unique.

This person turned his back to the door, and he could see his black hair tied up, and the white kerchief hat that literati love most nowadays.Qianqing is tall enough, but this person is taller than him.On his belt, there is also a weird fan.People in the Song Dynasty used folding fans made of steamed bamboo as the bone and interlaced with silk, but this fan was made of some kind of metal, and when folded, it had a very strange shape, obviously not for fanning.

There is also a sword next to the fan, which seems to be old, and it is tightly inserted in the scabbard.The relief on the scabbard is a bit special, it is absolutely exquisite.

The person carrying these things is Yi Xiangquan.

Qian Qing failed to call out his name, but was attracted by the things in his hands.

Yang Fuyin raised his hand, as if he was about to stop something.He looked at Qianqing, then at Xiangquan, with an expression of wanting to cry but not tears.

Xiangquan had three vials in his hand, each with one drop, leaving three ink marks on the paper, and the ink marks on one of the papers were gradually disappearing.

"The ink needs to be ground, and these three bottles of liquid are not so much ink as medicine. Wait for a few hours to see how the traces change. Although the ink stains in the bottle just disappeared, the speed is too fast. Maybe the concentration is too high."

Yang Fuyin raised his head with difficulty, he was so fat that he lost his neck: "Where did Mr. Yi get the three bottles of ink?"

"Before I came, I went south and asked someone who knew ink to get it." After finishing speaking, Xiang Quan picked up the third piece of paper: "It seems that the ink on this paper will not disappear."

Yang Fuyin panicked: "Young Master Yi, this officer...if the capital sends someone to fetch the paper...this is physical evidence."

Xiang Quan's face was expressionless, some of the ink in the bottle poured out, and he stared at the paper intently, but didn't respond.

"Give it back to them."

Seeing that the physical evidence has been tossed like this, Yang Fuyin must not be able to deal with it, and it is hard to say anything, so he sighed helplessly, with sweat dripping from his forehead.Xiang Quan felt strange when he heard him sigh: "Why, Mr. Yang is not feeling well, but he has a heat stroke?"

Mr. Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Fang Qian, who was at the side, saw Qianqing standing for a long time, and couldn't help but whispered: "Young Master Xia, be polite."

Qianqing Tongfang hadn't seen him for thousands of years, so he was naturally happy to see him.If Fang Qian didn't go to serve as a soldier and make meritorious service, he was just working or farming for a hard-working family.

Qian Qing is very envious of being able to go to the Xixia battlefield.

Gan Qing shook his head, drove away the unrealistic thoughts, walked up to salute the two with a smile, and looked at Xiangquan again.Qianqing did not greet him.

I haven't seen Xiangquan for many years, but he doesn't seem to have changed, but there is more calmness between his brows.Xiangquan's face was very handsome, but it was far from enough to describe it like Pan'an.It is said that "there is a poetic spirit in the belly", but Xiangquan is not like this. However, when it comes to the character of Taoism, he has this kind of meaning.

Ganqing knows that people have appearances: Xiangquan's appearance is that of a wise man.

But what about in practice?

Thinking of this, Gan Qing couldn't help laughing: "The key to catching thieves is to 'catch', what's the use of your research on Mo?"

Xiangquan also laughed, and said, "How is the cuisine of the Liao people different from that of the Central Plains?"

"The ingredients, ingredients, and tastes are all different."

"Then what is the difference between the horses of the Liao people and the donkeys of the Central Plains?"

"What do you want to say?" Qianqing became impatient.

"One side of water and soil nourishes one side of people, and the same is true for things. Paper and ink are just the products of water, soil and plants. The earth co-exists with all things, and people are born from it. Since all things co-exist with people, we should start from the root. This is the connection."

Qianqing let out a deep "bah", only to hear Xiangquan continue unhurriedly: "The same plant grows differently due to different regions and seasons. According to this characteristic, we can learn from the material of ink and the method of production. To judge where a person comes from, where he has been, and how he has been educated. Just like dishes, horses and donkeys, different regions are different."

Ganqing became more displeased when he heard the words, and opened his mouth to retort: ​​"Suppose he is a Liao man who ran to the Central Plains, used local things, and went back to his hometown after stealing things. You can't explain it. The fine things are very small. It is difficult to draw decisive conclusions.”

Xiang Quan sighed: "Why don't you understand that if you want to make a piece of embroidery, these are just silk threads. The Tsing Yi Robber... the residue of the incense he used, the material of the rope, and the pieces of clothes left behind, all have to be checked After this time, we still need to identify his figure, his martial arts routines, and the shape of his weapon. These things can be called clues. Even if he cannot be caught, the accumulation of several crimes can roughly determine his status. set."

Yang Fu Yin sighed and said in a low voice: "That being said, the thief has actually succeeded fourteen times, and we still haven't gotten any effective..."

His voice sank little by little, and his confidence became weaker and weaker.

The author has something to say: 1. Chopsticks, since the Tang Dynasty, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing have been collectively called "箸".However, the name of chopsticks was not kept to the end, and it changed in the Ming Dynasty.Ming Lu Rong's "Shu Garden Miscellaneous Notes" says: Wu Suzhou people taboo said that "Zhu" and "Zhu" are homophonic, so "Zhu" is changed to "Kuaier".In this drama book, chopsticks are changed to chopsticks for everyone's convenience.

2. The first broadcast of the radio drama trailer for this drama was sent out today, and Yi Xiangquan is played by a male god~