Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Qianqing was full of doubts. This room looked ordinary, but it was full of secrets.Looking around, there are still a few flowers in the white porcelain pot on the window sill, whether it is crabapple or peony, all of which have withered.

As the saying goes, "I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I burn high candles to illuminate the red makeup."For some reason, the furnishings of this room made Qianqing feel suffocatingly lonely and depressed.

Qianqing looked at the flower pot and found that the color of the soil was weird.In a blink of an eye, I saw that the flower pot was completely white, with liquid remnants attached to the edge, which splashed out like ink, and was not wiped off. It was very obvious against the white porcelain pot.Only then did Qianqing realize that the room as a whole is untidy, because there are few things, so it doesn't look messy.

Looking at the traces of the splashed liquid, Qianqing suddenly understood.

The charcoal brazier can burn the medicinal residues, but the medicinal soup cannot.So where is the soup?He fell down the stairs or poured it into a flowerpot, Hong Xin chose the latter.It was only then that Qian Qing suddenly realized that there was some reason for Xiang Quan to ask him to go downstairs to find the medicine dregs—Xiang Quan thought that Hong Xin would pour all the soup and medicine downstairs.

But why did Hong Xin refuse to take the medicine?Why dump it?

Gan Qing was taken aback, the strangest thing was, how could Yi Xiangquan know that she didn't drink the medicine and asked him to find the medicine residue?

Xiangquan obviously hasn't stepped out of the clinic, doesn't know Hongxin, and hasn't been to West Street!

Why does he know everything!

Qian Qing found it difficult to understand.He simply went back and thought about it, but felt that his chest was tight now, so he opened the small vermilion lacquer door on the balcony.

To say that this building is also strange, like a pavilion, if you go to the balcony, you can see the panorama of the Black Lake.The tall trees stretched out their branches to Qianqing's eyes.The guardrail is very low, as if it will fall down at any time.Looking down, the balcony on the first floor extends outwards. The first floor is obviously two feet wider than the second floor. The second floor is smaller and the first floor is larger. This is probably for stability.

Looking at it this way, Qianqing felt a little scary.He wanted to go back, but he saw that the guardrail facing him was covered with dust, and there were two thick marks on it, as if something had been placed here before to cover the dust; erased by something.

Take a closer look, it looks like something has been tied here.

Ganqing looked at it for a long time, confused, and felt that it was almost done, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing Fang Qian outside the door, he didn't come in, but kept silent and looked like he was going to eat someone.Gan Qing muttered, didn't he just stay longer.They didn't want to complain, and signaled Fang Qian to leave together, and then they went to visit Fu Shangxing again.

Perhaps only Fu Shangxing knows about Hongxin's condition.

There are not many doctors who are willing to treat women in brothels.Gan Qing knew that Mr. Shang Xing was a man with a kind heart and medical ethics, so he would definitely tell the truth about what he knew, so that the investigation would be easy.He was placed in a room far away from the dilapidated small building, which was a specialized pharmacy on West Street.Many medicines are boiled here.

West Street is going to be investigated today, so people are not allowed to go out of the street. Since they are only released tonight, it is very suitable for Mr. Shangxing to rest here.

Ganqing pushed open the door, and saw Fu Shangxing standing quietly in front of the window in a daze, in the same posture as Xiangquan.It was now afternoon, and the sun shone lightly on him.Her hair was neatly pulled, she was wearing a dark blue cloth dress, and a jade pendant of ordinary texture was around her waist.The clothes are not gorgeous, but they feel extremely soft.Combined with the sun, it is reminiscent of the warm colors intertwined by the sun, the ocean and the blue sky.He seems to have the mind to swallow the sun, the moon and the stars, as well as the warmth of the autumn sun.

Ganqing saw plum blossoms beside him.Plum blossoms only bloom in the twelfth lunar month, while in the south they bloom later, and most of the time they don’t bloom.Right now there are no flower buds.It is not easy to survive in Yongcheng.Bare but still elegantly inserted in a white-glazed flower-patterned bottle, it lacks beauty and more pride.People like to put plum blossoms in vases, red plums or white plums. In winter, the flowers bloom brilliantly, adding to the spring.

Hearing the noise, Fu Shangxing turned around calmly and slowly, and smiled gently: "Master Xia is here to ask questions? I wonder how Mr. Yi is doing now?"

Ganqing sighed: "Me? It's not really a question, it's just being chased away like a duck to inquire about something, just chatting casually. Xiangquan's lower limbs are paralyzed and he can't move."

Hearing this, Fu Shangxing turned his back and sighed: "Young Master Yi's injury is not serious, but the sword wound was on the calf, and the sword was poisoned. This is probably arranged in advance by the strange thief in Tsing Yi, restricting Young Master Yi's actions. It's more than half of the success."

Qianqing looked at the branches of plum blossoms curiously: "Why do you use plum branches to put in vases, sir? It's not yet time to bloom."

Fu Shangxing paused for a moment, but looked at the plum blossom tenderly: "Maybe it's greedy and hope that it will bloom soon. Young Master Xia likes bamboo, but I have always liked plum blossoms, and Ozawa also likes plum blossoms. She was born in the twelfth lunar month. In the north, my family is poor, so every birthday I can only take her to Shanshui to see the plum blossoms. I just bought some and showed her to be very happy."

Ganqing felt a little ashamed when he heard the words "poor family".Fu Shangxing is also considered a cultural person, and Xia Qianqing is just too vulgar.Ganqing felt that he should say something to respond to him, so he said sourly: "It's desolate to have no flowers and broken branches."

Fu Shangxing said quietly: "I am not the one who doesn't know how to fold flowers. It's just that bamboo and plum blossoms are the three friends of Suihan, so Mr. Xia also likes plum blossoms?"

This sentence came out of nowhere, Gan Qing was just stunned, and replied casually: "I like it..."

Fu Shangxing nodded and smiled, stroking the branches of plum blossoms.Qianqing wanted to get straight to the point, but Fu Shangxing was "plum blossoms" endlessly.What's there to see?I don't know what to say, but I just comforted me: "It's so cold this year, it will definitely bloom in winter. You can wait patiently for the twelfth lunar month, sir, the days will be long, why worry about not having plum blossoms to see?"

Fu Shangxing heard the words, but didn't say a word, just looked at the floating clouds outside the window.Gan Qing thought, seeing Fu Shangxing unhappy, could it be that he said something wrong?It seems not.

"Sir, you can go back in the evening." Seeing that there is not much time left, Ganqing wanted to get to the point quickly. Anyway, Fu Shangxing is kind and kind, and he must answer every question: "Can you tell me that Hongxin and Tourmaline suffer from the same disease?" ?"

"Yes." Mr. Shangxing stared into the distance without looking back.

Qianqing continued to ask: "So... can you tell me what the disease is conveniently?"

"Consumption. They refused to take medicine, and they couldn't get better." Fu Shangxing turned back and stroked the bare branches of plum blossoms.

Qianqing asked curiously, "Why don't you take medicine? How did you get infected?"

Mr. Shangxing still didn’t look back, just sighed: “I don’t know. Healing people doesn’t heal their hearts, so I can’t know what they think. They don’t want to communicate with me. I also feel uncomfortable when this kind of thing happens. patients..."

"I don't know if sir can give me the medicine? Sir, he came to see the doctor today, so he brought the medicine—"

Fu Shangxing smiled gently, and pointed to the paper bag on his right: "It's all there."

Seeing this, Ganqing immediately stuffed the medicine into his arms.I felt that Fu Shangxing didn't seem to have a good rest today, and he didn't pay much attention to others, maybe he was tired.He felt that he should leave.

"Then don't disturb Mr. rest!"

Qian Qing turned around, fumbled, but didn't want to make a noise, and bumped into a delicate blue and white vial.

The vial rolled down and was about to fall off the table!

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