Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Does Mixiang really exist in this world?

The way of incense is the same as the way of tea, and literati like to attend to it, but in addition, it also has medicinal effects.Spices can refresh the mind, while some spices can help people relax. When the smoke is lingering, the whole body is smooth and has a great sleep-promoting effect.

If the portion is well controlled, inhaling excessive aroma in a closed space may become drowsy.

Ganqing looked at the small hole in the door, and remembered what Xiangquan said yesterday - Chuuxue scratched Xiangquan's hand in the middle of the night.

This is not blowing snow to harm the master, but a reminder.

Cats have a better sense of smell than humans. Fuuxue was guarding Xiangquan in the middle of the night and smelled something unusual, so he scratched him.Ganqing then remembered that Xiangquan's complexion was ugly a few days ago, tired and lethargic, probably because he inhaled the fragrance to some extent.

The Strange Thief in Tsing Yi had attacked Xiang Quan a few days ago.

However, Xiangquan was extremely vigilant, and it was really difficult to knock him out.

Ganqing looked at these small holes and shuddered.Yi Xiangquan has only been in Yongcheng for a few days, but there are about twenty small holes on the door.Xiangquan only returned to the inn at night, and Mixiang burned a hole at a time.It is conceivable that when he was asleep, someone was outside the door, injecting a lot of fragrance into the room.But this person failed again and again, failed and tried again, one by one - counting the small holes, you will know how many times he tried in a few hours!

Fortunately, fortunately, there was Fubuki.

Qing Qing's heart is like freezing.

Although Xiangquan doesn't understand medicine, he has a little understanding of medicine and can feel the pulse.Knowing his physical condition, he must have expected that someone would harm him repeatedly, so he moved into Xia's Mansion because it was safer there.Eating and eating follow the crowd, and using silverware to test for poisons; even when sleeping, the windows are fully opened, and people are sent to watch the night.

This is to prevent thieves.

Thinking of this, he cleared his throat and looked at the small holes again.Somebody wants to kill Xiangquan, no matter how many times they fail, they are still trying—crazy attempts again and again, until Xiangquan falls down!

There are traps everywhere in Xiangquan's basic necessities of life.

But in such a dangerous situation, Xiangquan's expression remained the same. Looking back on yesterday, he was still the same as usual, and even made jokes and ridiculed himself last night, talking, laughing and cursing as usual.

What kind of concentration does Yi Xiangquan have?Why didn't he say it?It's fine if you don't say a word, and you don't even show your panic on your face.

It's nothing to do with Qingjing, and he's already slumped on a chair in fright. The Tsing Yi Bandit must be the Tsing Yi Bandit!Yi Xiangquan was too much of a hindrance, the thief tried his best to get rid of it and hurry up!

Qian Qing grabbed his sleeve tightly with his right hand.Where is Xiangquan?He definitely didn't run away alone this time. Take all precautions, something must have happened!

A rush of hot blood hit Qian Qing's head, he stood up abruptly, with worry on his face, like a candle in the wind, he stumbled downstairs and nearly fell.

What kind of person is that blue-clothed strange thief?

Xiangquan has been gone for a long time, and he decided to let it fall into his hands. I only hope that there is no danger of life!

Qianqing seemed to have lost his soul, until he saw the lights on the street re-ignited, he suddenly got excited and ran to the Yongcheng government office.

"Why are the lamps turned on? Isn't there a problem with the lights?" Gan Qing looked up and saw the lights on the street, just like in the past.Gan Qing grabbed a guard beside him with trembling hands, and asked angrily, "Who asked you to order it?"

"Young Master Xia, don't worry, the guards are fast, and the lamp oil has been changed." It was Mr. Zhao who answered, and he walked over dignifiedly, speaking clearly and majesticly.

Mr. Zhao's black brocade clothes blended with the night, and his starry eyes were full of prestige.Feeling at ease immediately.He had only met Mr. Zhao a few times, but he trusted him very much.Today, Baogong has passed away for nearly 20 years, and the people have no Qingtian master to believe in. Mr. Zhao is not as smart as him, but one can see that he is serious, down-to-earth, and hardworking, and he is not an ordinary person like Yang Fuyin.

Gan Qing calmed down and glanced at the courtyard.All the guards were standing by, and Fang Qian was directing.Yang Fuyin was sitting in the pavilion a little far away, his fat body was firmly stuck in the pear blossom wood chair, and it seemed that he couldn't pull it out.

"I was the one to be abrupt, please explain in detail." Qian Qing saluted respectfully.

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "You don't need to be too polite. Thanks to the young master, you found out that there was a problem with the lamp oil, so you changed them one by one. Afterwards, I personally took someone to the medical clinic to check."

Gan Qing was taken aback: "Did you go there in person?"

Mr. Zhao nodded: "Mr. Shangxing from the medical center looked at the lamp oil, and immediately frowned, and asked us where this thing came from. He said, I can't be sure about anything else, just relying on the taste, there is a large amount of oil in it. Musk, and datura fine powder."

Qianqing asked in surprise: "Is there musk?"

"Yes, it's hard to explain." Mr. Zhao frowned, "Jamandala is easy to understand, and everyone knows that—"

"The main ingredient of Mafeisan is also the main ingredient of Mongolian sweat medicine. But isn't that all oral medicine? Could it be possible to numb and faint when lit? What is the use of musk?"

Mr. Zhao said: "Mr. Shangxing himself doesn't know how to deal with the mandala so that it can make people unconscious when ignited. According to him, the leaves of the mandala itself have a faint musky smell. Maybe the two things are mixed and ignited. It will make people faint. But he doesn't know much about it, and Datura itself is not abundant in the Central Plains, and there is no record in medical books. He left the things and planned to do further research."

"Why, adults also think that lighting that lamp oil will cause people to faint?"

Mr. Zhao was stunned: "Everyone should think so. Didn't you and Fang Qian smell it, Mr. Xia? It's just that you feel dizzy when you smell unburned lamp oil, let alone igniting it? The pungent smell, I was standing in the medical hall. You can smell it not far away—if it’s not a drug, what could it be?”

Mr. Zhao paused, and said: "Besides, we checked all the street lamps in a short period of time and found that many of them were replaced with this kind. The smell is very strong, and it feels wrong when you smell it. It is estimated that once this thing is ignited, it will affect the whole world. All guards in the city are affected."

"No, no!" Qianqing quickly interrupted, Mr. Zhao seemed to be stunned when he was rarely interrupted, and there was no displeasure on his face.Seeing this, Qianqing said eloquently: "When Xiangquan and I met the Tsing Yi Bandit last night, he should have been changing the lamp oil at that time."

"What about this?"

"He secretly changed the lamp oil last night. Pay attention to the time: it was last night! But after that, the lamp oil burned all night."

Mr. Zhao stared at the big copper coins: "That is a problematic thing. How can it be safe if it is lit overnight?"

Ganqing smiled wryly: "Who knows what's going on? Who knows what he's going to do? He risked his life to change the lamp oil in the whole city, but that thing has no effect except for its fragrance!"

Mr. Zhao frowned and thought for a while, "Is it because of precipitation? Mr. Shangxing seems to have mentioned just now that the lamp oil is light, the medicine is heavy, and the concentration below is higher."

"Maybe, but..." Qian Qing thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense, but he didn't know how to explain it.

I don't know what the Tsing Yi Robber is going to do!

The two fell silent in a tacit understanding, and they suddenly felt a sense of danger, and no one dared to make any further comments on this.After a long time, Mr. Zhao said: "Forget it, everything is fine now. But, what about Mr. Yi?"

Qianqing recounted what he saw and thought when he was in the inn, and Mr. Zhao was surprised: "So, Mr. Yi encountered an accident? Do you need to send someone to look for it?"

"It's probably an accident. But Xiangquan is different from ordinary people. When it comes to wisdom, no one in Yongcheng can match him. Even he has fallen into a trap, and we will be helpless for a while. There is no clue at this time. Stealing The time is coming, and people can't take it away. The Tsing Yi Robber doesn't kill people. It is estimated that the incident is over, so let him come back naturally."

It is purely intuitive to make this inference, but there is no way now.

Therefore, no one set off to look for Xiangquan except for cleaning up his servants.

At first, Ganqing felt that something was wrong out of concern, but after thinking about it, Xiangquan was completely to blame, who let him wander around by himself!

Xiangquan is probably fine, and his premonition of cleanliness is very accurate.

The night is getting quieter and darker, the street lamps and ginkgo leaves are watching each other, the white dew is coming, and the night is cool at the beginning.In the distance, the sound of the watchman's clapper came, and it was a watch.

Bang, bang, three times in a row, one slow and one fast, hitting Qianqing's heart one by one.Hearing the sound but not seeing the watchman coming, the sound of the clapper seemed to come from a distance, maybe the watchman made a detour.

It's time.

Everyone looked around quietly, nothing happened.The Tsing Yi Bandit was not so punctual.

The sound of the clapper was far away from the government office, but it was clear, and suddenly thought of something.

"Yang Fuyin, I remember that the little six who were on watch today asked for leave."

Yang Fuyin was taken aback: "What?"

"Yes, he said that today is a special day, ordinary people dare not go to the streets, and the government has a clepsydra to watch the incident, so it doesn't matter if you miss one more beating."

Yang Fuyin narrowed his eyes and said, "What does Mr. Xia mean?"

"You also heard the sound of the clapper. Yongcheng is the only beater, and he is on vacation." Gan Qing was a little nervous, "Then tell me...who beat the one just now?"

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