Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Qianqing immediately reflected that this was inappropriate.

Yi Xiangquan wrote down the question directly on paper, but this kind of question was too straightforward, how could an official answer it truthfully?It was a major failure for me to ask questions according to the list.

He changed his mind, if Yi Xiangquan came to ask questions in person, he would definitely let Yang Fu Yin drive him out!

Qian Qing grinned, only then did he realize his unique skill—flexibility.Yi Xiangquan is intelligent and intelligent, and no one can match him, but this unique skill is something that Xiangquan does not have.Qian Qing immediately felt a kind of supreme glory.

He hurriedly accompanied the smiling face, exchanged some pleasantries, and changed the subject: "Yang Fuyin remembers how long did the officials search for when the tourmaline disappeared?"

Yang Fuyin rested his chin on his fat hand: "Half a month. It was originally seven days, but Shui Niang kept messing around to extend the search time, so she extended it."

Ganqing thought to himself, if the tourmaline really died and the body sank to the bottom of the lake, it would definitely surface within a few days, but after half a month of searching, there was no sign of it. Could it be that the body really didn't sink into the water?He asked again: "Did someone go in during that half month? Could someone sneak up on the corpse?"

Yang Fuyin seriously shook his head: "No, no, the courtyard is full of guards. Heh, you still think that the tourmaline fell into the lake? Mr. Xia, you were there at that time. It was frozen hard. In the first three days, we mainly sent people to search on land, and only a few people went to the ice-free place in the middle of the lake to look for it—because the corpse would definitely float in three days. After three days, the corpse did not float, and the whole yard There was nothing there, so we gave up searching in the yard and turned to the lake. I sent people to break through the entire ice, and the whole team went down to fish it. If the body was caught by a heavy object and fell into the lake, it would be able to find it at this time, right? No. In the coming year, there will be nasturtiums growing in the center of the lake, and we searched again, but there are still none. You know all these Mr. Xia.”

Qian Qing nodded: "You only searched the land for three days?"

Yang Fuyin knocked on the table impatiently with his fat hands: "Master Xia, three days is enough. It's just such a big yard—we almost turned it over. After three days, the rest of the time will be spent in the lake. Li search. Isn't this very good? Don't take the same route, and the corpses can float up by themselves in those three days. If you want to come up, you have to search the lake, what a hassle! This is efficiency, efficiency!" Speaking of the word efficiency, Yang Fu Yin emphasized his tone.

"How many officials were searching at that time?"

Yang Fuyin narrowed his eyes: "Ten."

Gan Qing was startled: "Only ten?"

"Maybe twenty," Yang Fuyin was a little annoyed, "I can't remember! They are very efficient, and they don't care about small things when they do big things. The number of people is not the point."

Efficiency ass, obviously out of trouble.

Ganqing rolled his eyes and asked casually, "Do you know Hongxin?"

"do not know!"

Ganqing thought to himself, this fat pig knows nonsense.Looking at Yang Fuyin's fat face, it was ridiculous, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, but Yang Fuyin saw it.

Yang Fu Yin's chubby face turned purple, he blew his beard and stared at his small eyes: "You don't believe me?"

Qianqing hurriedly explained, but Yang Fuyin didn't listen, and saw off the guests in a few words.Feeling helpless, he turned around and went to find Shuiniang.He secretly scolded himself for being stupid, if he could find out the truth from Shui Niang, why bother to find Fu Yin Yang?

Shuiniang's room is very well furnished, and you can tell it's clean at a glance, and everything you see is a boutique.The porcelain is quite elegant, and the brocade quilt is also the best Shu embroidery.The bronze mirror is bright, carved with osmanthus and peonies, which is extremely gorgeous.On the dressing table are scattered expensive gold and silver bead flowers and emerald earrings, as well as silk flowers and fine silk flowers.

Qianqing was smart this time, and specially bought good wine.It is natural to give things according to what one likes. Shui Niang loves wine and money, so she puts the best Sanwei wine in a jade pot carved from peony.

But he didn't expect that Shui Niang was already drunk.It was only when she was clean that she realized that she had drunk a lot just now.

Qing|lou women should have a good drinking capacity, except for Shuiniang.She was still drinking, her eyes were blurred, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she was playing with the delicate celadon wine glass in her hand.

Qian Qing started talking again.

"Yang Fuyin? If Yang Fuyin doesn't come to West Street, the willow trees in Yongcheng will bloom tomorrow," Shui Niang flushed and giggled, and poured herself another glass of wine with her jade hand lightly holding the jug, "every time Let Zhanlan accompany you all the time, but you are generous in your actions and low-key in your actions. As an official, everyone is afraid of gossip."

Gan Qing hurriedly persuaded Shui Niang to drink less, but he was very happy while persuading Shui Niang in his mouth. Once Shui Niang was drunk, the chatterbox opened up, and it was effortless to ask.

"If you want to talk about this man, who doesn't come to West Street? Except for the monks in Nanshan Temple. Let me tell you that the surname is Xia... even the gentleman from Hongtu Academy has come."

Qian Qing was shocked, true or false?Shui Niang poked Qianqing again with her red nails and said, "Men are all the same. You and Fang Qian always came to see it back then. What about now? You don't come in anymore. You are no longer young and frivolous. You are so fickle."

Shui Niang snorted, and went to get the jug again, but she was unsteady, Qian Qing hurriedly reached out to support her: "What did the Yang Fu Yin do when he came to West Street?"

Shui Niang seemed to have heard a very ridiculous question: "What can I do? Just have fun. But he is still pretty good."

Ganqing couldn't bear the smell of powder, so he simply stayed away from her: "Does Yangfu Yin know Hongxin?"

Shui Niang's phoenix eyes were bright, and she glanced at her: "Who does he not know? He was the one who took the lead in holding up the red letter. In the past, Yang Fuyin always brought his guards to book the place, heh..."

When Qianqing heard this, he was stunned for a moment—Yang Fuyin was actually involved with Hongxin!He didn't admit it himself!

"Then he—"

Shui Niang closed her eyes and rubbed her head, her hair jingling with emerald tins and gold ornaments: "Yang Fu Yin is inexplicable, I always think he prefers blue. Why he always holds red letters, I don't know. Hmph, he is so fat, He is also timid. A mere magistrate, which girl would fall in love with him? It’s not as good as you, Mr. Xia.”

Ganqing was delighted to hear that, and poured wine for Shuiniang for the first time, and Shuiniang took another sip: "Tourmaline is the best. Poor Tourmaline got that disease early, lost her appearance, and couldn't play the piano. She His piano skills are really good..."

Qianqing was surprised: "Although tuberculosis is a terminal disease, how can it be so serious when it occurs?"

"Consumption? What tuberculosis?" Shui Niang tremblingly picked up the jug again, and when she touched it, the wine spilled out.Ganqing instantly thought of the ink stains in Hongxin's room, and the traces of soup next to the flowerpot.

Does Hongxin also drink like a water girl?

It's unknown.

He immediately changed his words: "Does Hongxin and Tourmaline suffer from the same disease?"

Shui Niang snorted: "Of course, it's contagious. Hongxin... How can she compare with Tourmaline? She just got a brand after Tourmaline disappeared, and her talent is naturally not comparable to Tourmaline. Of course, her heart and wisdom are also comparable to Tourmaline Can't make it..."

"Who came up with the name Hongxin?" Qianqing quietly looked down at Xiangquan's note and asked in a low voice.

Seeing that Qianqing lowered her head, Shui Niang also raised her head to see what Qianqing was going to do.Seeing this, Qianqing quickly put it into her sleeves and let out a dry laugh.

Shui Niang curled her lips in disdain and said: "The name Hongxin was originally named after Tourmae. They are like sisters. I had agreed with Tourmae to let Hongxin hang the sign after she recovered from her illness. I think it looks good. One Hong and one Bi, I was quite interested, but tourmaline thought it was inappropriate at the time, so it was useless. I still don’t understand, what’s wrong with the name of the red letter? Heh, who knew that tourmaline disappeared for no reason... Later, I just used red Letter two words."

She babbled on a lot, incoherently, and it was a headache to be clear.

"Does Tourmaline understand medicine?"

"I know a little bit, but I always get sick. She came here from famine with me. We have known each other since we were very young... We were sold to a kiln, Tourmaline's life was good, and I was taught to read and write, so I just..." Shui Niang smiled wryly , went to get the flagon again.

Qianqing's hypocritical face was full of sympathy, and he asked, "When did you come to Yongcheng?"

Shui Niang frowned and said: "About ten years ago, Bixi had just studied a little, and later hired a musician to teach pipa. She likes to read poetry by herself, and later taught Hongxin. Tourmai also likes embroidery, even the Shu brocade My embroiderer is not as good as her. It is said that it is her own exclusive embroidery method, so smart." Shui Niang did not praise her sisters, but her own daughter.

"Does Hong Xin have any hobbies, or things that he is good at?"

"Reading and writing, that was taught by Tourmaline. She seems to like to raise some pigeons. I always see her feeding pigeons. Is this a hobby?"

Qian Qing frowned: "Pigeon?"

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