Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

"Pigeons," Shui Niang scratched the table lightly with Kodan's nails, "Isn't it? People of your generation have raised pigeons. Back then, a group of businessmen came to Yongcheng and brought a few boats of pigeons. They sold them to young men and women, causing trouble. Make the pigeons fly all over the sky. Heh, these little pets don’t live long, and even humans don’t live long.”

Thinking about it, it seems that it is true that Yongcheng has indeed been fashionable to raise pigeons.

"Has Tourmaline ever had someone she admired?"

As soon as Ganqing finished speaking, Shuiniang burst out laughing.That laughter was extraordinarily harsh, but also filled with infinite sadness and loneliness.

"Admiration? Girls in a brothel can still love? Mr. Xia, you are playing me."

He was so embarrassed that he apologized quickly.Shui Niang waved her hands, her eyes were distracted, she snorted disdainfully, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

How can a prostitute have love in her heart?

Gan Qing was in a state of disarray, afraid that his words and deeds might be inappropriate, and it would be bad if he offended Shuiniang and was kicked out.Then he took out the note from his bosom and sneaked a look at it.

"Does the tourmaline have any relics?" Gan Qing asked while looking at the note.As soon as the words came out, I suddenly felt that something was wrong!

What is Yi Xiangquan writing all this nonsense!What is a "relic"!

Shui Niang trembled when she heard the words, her eyes were originally blurred, but suddenly she glared fiercely at Qian Qing, and said angrily: "A relic? What a relic! The tourmaline is just missing! What a relic!"

Her eyes were wide open, as if she had suddenly turned into a lioness protecting her cub.

Qian Qing hurriedly smiled and said: "It's abrupt. I'm just...that—"

Shui Niang frowned, and pulled the bead curtain viciously: "Young Master Xia, don't send it off!"

The glittering and translucent water-red bead curtain swayed desperately and jingled, blocking Qianqing from the outside, as if laughing at his slip of the tongue.

Gan Qing came out in a disheveled state, and cursed, it was Yi Xiangquan.He felt that this trip was as meaningless as yesterday.Xiangquan's question was too straightforward, and it was really ill-considered.But if you come, you will be at peace, he opened the crumpled note in Xiangquan, took a look, and went upstairs according to the instructions.

Xiangquan asked him to take away the flowerpot on the window sill and the ashes in the brazier.

Ganqing took the things and held them in his arms foolishly.Before going out, I greeted Fang Qian——Fang Qian's face was still ugly.

"Fang Qian, what happened to you? Mr. Shangxing didn't heal you yesterday?"

Fang Qian nodded, shook his head again, and remained silent.Gan Qing sighed, everyone in this group seemed to have seen a ghost, but a thief came to Yongcheng, and a woman was lost, why did they all look so distraught!

Gan Qing asked: "Are you still staying in Yongcheng for a while after the incident?"

Fang Qian nodded, and said with a smile: "Just right, I haven't played cuju for a long time, and I can play it again in Chongyang."

Fang Qian said with a wry smile: "I'm almost thirty years old, and you are also twenty, why bother playing with these things anymore."

Ganqing disdains: "What's the problem? When you're old, hold it and see a flower, won't you regret it? I'm afraid I won't win against you?"

Qianqing continued to joke, but Fang Qian had a frown and no joke.Fang Qian told him that Mr. Zhao was ill and could not see guests, and that it was boring to clean up, so he bid farewell to him and turned to leave.

Qianqing really didn't know the purpose of his trip, logically speaking, he could go back.He was about to go out of the street but was stopped by a little maid.

What the servant girl meant, please go to Qianqing, a woman named Ehuang wants to see him.

Goose yellow is the woman who was wearing light yellow clothes that day. Although Qian Qing didn't know her, she followed her.

Qianqing was led into the small hall, it was very clean, as if he didn't live there often, but there was no dust at all.After inquiring, Ganqing found out that this woman named Ehuang was an old acquaintance of Shuiniang and lived in the capital.

Bianjing is naturally more prosperous than Yongcheng, and even the women in brothels are well-informed.Goose Yellow was also dressed and waited early, dressed in plain elegance and light makeup, wanted to be clean and saluted slightly, and smiled: "Of course I know why the young master came, and Goose Yellow will definitely tell the truth."

After all, Goose Yellow is different from ordinary brothel girls.Today's brothel women have heavy makeup and all kinds of coquettishness, some are elegant and refined, and some are playful and cute, but the light yellow does not belong to any kind.She belongs to the kind of person who is indifferent and keeps everything out of it, but she is not aloof.On the contrary, there is a kind of atmosphere and calmness.Like spring willow sprouts, when you see it, you feel like spring breeze.Although this kind of woman is not outstanding among many brothel women, it is extremely rare.

She was wearing an apricot-yellow long-sleeved blouse and a darker-colored long skirt. The royal family generally uses yellow, so yellow has always been taboo, but apricot is also allowed.Lowly women rarely have big sleeves, but the light yellow is an exception.

This kind of good education is really rare.People can be learned and moral, but education is different from both.Gan Qing saw that the woman in front of her was surprisingly well-bred.If she is a woman from a good family, she must be a rich lady, or a good wife who manages the house properly.

Seeing this, Ganqing was extra polite to her.On the table are exquisite Jingci porcelain flower and bird teacups, with the fragrance of jasmine floating in the air.This kind of tea entered the country in the Han Dynasty, and jasmine was also produced in Pingjiang Prefecture, but it is not common to make tea, but it is also known to be dry.

He just didn't like this jasmine tea the most. He felt that the scent of flowers was too strong, covering up the fragrance of plants and trees. After drinking it, it would lose the taste, so he frowned slightly and remained silent.Seeing Qianqing's expression, Ehuang immediately knew that he didn't like it, so he changed to a pot of Longjing, and said with an apologetic smile: "Jasmine has both the fragrance of plum blossoms and the elegance of orchids. I like this tea but I didn't consider Mr. Xia's preferences. I'm really sorry. .Fortunately, the tea embryo is Longjing tea, so it will be fine if you don’t add jasmine, which will make you laugh.”

Ganqing is in a good mood, this Ehuang is really smart and sensible, not to mention his quick movements, and his ability to read words and expressions is not small.

The smarter a woman is, the harder it is to deal with.

Ganqing thought about this in his heart, with an honest look on his face, knowing that women naturally like sweet lips, so he praised him intentionally: "When the goose yellow is just spit out, countless bees can't fly away. Don't have a fragrant wind, don't fight with Nanzhizhi Light red."

This minus word magnolia flower was made by an unknown person I heard at a banquet. There is no author, and it has only been circulated in Yongcheng for a while. .

However, Ehuang chuckled: "Who will take it, I plan to distribute the jade. Jasper scratches his head, and the man in light neon clothes leans on the building."

Qianqing was shocked and embarrassed: "How could the girl know?"

Ehuang giggled: "Ehuang is not talented, I heard someone recite it once when I first came to Yongcheng. Thank you for your praise, young master."

Qianqing smiled awkwardly, but looked up and saw light yellow eyes.She was dignified and gentle at first, but now, looking at her again, her eyes are bright and penetrating.Goose Huang smiled indifferently, as if he could see through Qian Qing's whole body.

Qian Qing felt a chill in his heart.The light yellow eyes were three points curious, three points soft, and the remaining four points were hostile.

Gentleness and hostility coexist, and Gan Qing is afraid that he has never seen many people in this life.

He murmured in his heart, and drank Longjing in his cup in one gulp.

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