Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Qianqing's face turned red and then turned pale, knowing that Xiangquan wanted to ridicule him, but he didn't want him to get caught.

"You would say that the second elder's child is a man with no future. He makes jokes and won't inherit the family business."

Xiang Quan shook his head lightly, with a smile on his face, and took a clear look with his typical penetrating eyes.This glance sent chills down Ganqing's spine.

"Take the surnames of the two elders. Your father's surname is Xia, and your mother's surname is Zhang, Xia, Gong, and Chang. That is to say, the eldest son of the two, Xia Qianqing, might as well bring a bow and crossbow to the Xixia battlefield to try his luck. He may be a world-class hero." maybe."

After finishing speaking, Xiang Quan looked at Qian Qing mockingly.After some nonsense, he didn't make any sense at all, which actually made Qian Qing stunned for a moment, and his face turned ashen.

Qianqing really has the idea of ​​going to the Xixia battlefield in his heart.

But that was just a small calculation in his heart, and Qian Qing never told anyone.Now that Yi Xiangquan uttered the truth, he couldn't help but get annoyed.

Xiang Quan jokingly said, "It's time to give money at this time. Tell me, how much will you give?"

Gan Qing was sullen, shut up and kept silent, he was much more silent than usual all the way together.Xiangquan is only a few years older than him, but he knows a lot more than him. He can read people, read minds, and see things, all of which are above ordinary people.

At this time, the two passed through the busy city, but the streets were full of depression.The city has been banned since yesterday, and there are even fewer hawkers on the street.There were no customers in the tavern, and two golden flags were stuck on the green railing in front of the door, floating alone in the air. The word "wine", which should have been chic and elegant, seemed to make people feel a little less powerful.Occasionally, a little wine smells, but the signature "Touping Fragrance" today smells like soft sweet-scented osmanthus wine. The aroma is there, but it is not intoxicating.

When the strange thief in Tsing Yi came, everyone panicked, and everyone couldn't do business.

Before the city was banned, the entire Yongcheng city was full of mats, even doors, and there was no room for nothingness.Qianqing looked at the deserted street, thought about it, and broke the silence again.

"Do you have any ideas about the theft of the Tsing Yi Bandit this time?"

Xiang Quan didn't answer, and was looking at the poems filled with white powder on the street with great interest.

Ganqing knew that he had no intention of answering, and wanted to know his plan, so he said aggressively, "Is it unnecessary for me to ask, anyway, Mr. Yi...will not reveal the plan to others."

"There must be a plan, but it is very difficult to implement."

Xiangquan was silent again, his words were tantamount to speaking in vain.I also looked at the people carrying goods at the bridgehead and alley in the distance, but they just ignored them.

Qianqing said helplessly: "You said, maybe there is something I can do to help."

"You have to lend me 15 taels first."

Xiang Quan's words were extremely free and easy, not like a borrower, but like a debt collector.

"What do you want so much money for?" Qian Qing's eyes widened, and he said, but he started to take out his money bag, "I know you have borrowed or not, so that's all! I'll give it to you! What do you want?"

Xiangquan took the money bag, carefully looked at the copper coins and scattered silver, and said while counting: "You go home first, I still have things to do."

Qianqing sneered and didn't move.

"You can come to Yongcheng government office to have a look at the rhinoceros bone tomorrow." Xiangquan counted the money without raising his head.

Qianqing continued to sneer, and said angrily: "I regret giving you the money! You must tell me today—"

"Lend me money, you won't regret it." Xiang Quan glanced at him, with a faint smile, shook his purse, and murmured, "Since you have this money, the Tsing Yi Robber . . . it is impossible to steal successfully."

"What, what?"

Gan Qing was taken aback for a moment, only to see Xiang Quan slowly turning the corner of the street, disappeared.Only he himself stood there dumbfounded, and even the last trace of anger was taken away by the autumn cicadas.

That night, Xiangquan lived in the inn, and this inn had only one guest, Yi Xiangquan.

Although it was not as good as in the Tang Dynasty at this time, the commerce was quite developed, and the boundary between commerce and residential buildings had already been broken. Even if it was a Yongcheng city, the layout of the whole city was fairly neat, but there were many alleys and the people were quite mixed.

City bans occasionally occur in border areas, or areas affected by wars.Yongcheng is an ancient city. Due to historical reasons, it was used as a military fortress a hundred years ago, so the city walls are extremely strong.Taizu Zhao Kuangyin took history as a mirror, and in order to avoid the end of the separatist regime, he ordered the demolition of the city walls except Bianjing and the filling of the trenches.Legend has it that the city walls of Yongcheng are extremely strong, and the workers are still struggling to dismantle them. Fortunately, Yongcheng is not a particularly large place, and it is no longer an important place for war, so let's let this matter go.

The word "Yong" originally meant a wall, and then Fengshui theory became popular. Some people calculated that the word "Tu" was not suitable, and removing the soil was "Yong", which is inherent in this name.However, if you go to "Yong", you can't go to "City", and the word "Tu" in Yongcheng is still there.

The disaster of Yongcheng finally came.

The Fengshui inn where Yi Xiangquan lives has this name, but its "fengshui" is extremely bad - facing the Yongcheng government office.Similarly, facing south from the north, the gate of the inn is not long after leaving the back gate of the Yamen in Yongcheng Mansion.And Xiangquan's room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor, facing the courtyard.

Xiangquan himself was very happy, so that through the window, he could see the panorama of Yongcheng government office.

But how is this beneficial to businesses?

There are no gambling shops and brothels, and patrols and inspections every night make this shop really "unique" and there are no customers.

The Fengshui inn only has one guest, Yi Xiangquan, and Zhang Gui doesn't worry about it: except for the strange thief in Tsing Yi, no thief would steal at this time, let alone there is nothing to steal in this shop.

The next morning was the second day of the city ban.The hawkers on the street are asking higher and higher prices, but the street is becoming more and more deserted. Everyone knows that if the Tsing Yi Robber wants to attack, he has already sneaked into Yongcheng by now.

Maybe the Tsing Yi Raider is hiding somewhere in the street.

In contrast, Fireworks Alley is a bit more lively - West Street.It is far away from Yongcheng government office.The operator's name is Shuiniang, and she is also well-managed. When the city was banned, customers still came to the door. After all, there is only a relationship between the brothel and the strange thief in Tsing Yi with the word "green".

No one would have imagined that the most peaceful West Street would bring disaster in a few days.

But today, Qianqing came to Yongcheng government office very early.He knew that Xiangquan wouldn't talk too much to the outside world, and he even felt that Xiangquan didn't want him to be involved in this matter.

It was too early, so he wandered around the Fengshui inn at the back door, and met several groups of patrolling guards back and forth.

Qianqing was still standing by the ginkgo tree, and decided to wait for Xiangquan.He thought, the strange thief in blue must be in Yongcheng at this time.Qianqing thinks he knows everyone in Yongcheng, but Yongcheng is a commercial hub after all, and there are so many new people coming and going that it is hard to guard against.He looked around, hoping to meet someone suspicious.

At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Qianqing turned around and looked, but found that the deserted street was empty, not even guarded, and there were no ghosts.

He felt his hairs stand on end, and turned around again, only to hear a strange noise from the big tree behind him, as if someone was hiding in the tree.

Qianqing felt short of breath, and he was hesitating whether to look back.

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