Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

"It's these things, and I'll tell you what happened." Qianqing shouted at Xiangquan angrily.Medicine residues, flowerpots, poems, and handkerchiefs were all thrown on the table.

Xiangquan spent the whole afternoon reading in bed.Scattered books filled the bed, and he was holding a book in his hand, and he couldn't put it down when he listened to the clear narration.Most of those books are Fu Shangxing's medical books, as well as poetry and history books, everything is available.Some of them are Fu Shangxing's own medical handbooks.

Xiang Quan asked slowly: "I asked you to draw the topographical map of the small courtyard, have you drawn it yet?"

Qianqing took it out of his arms and threw it on the table: "Draw it."

Xiang Quan took them slowly, looked at them one by one, then stopped suddenly, and said, "Did you really draw all the pictures?"

"Of course it's all drawn," Gan Qing said with resentment on his face, "you asked me to measure the yard for the first time, and then asked me to draw it, and also marked trees, houses and even small fences. What the hell, I actually did it. I listened to you."

He crossed his arms, waiting for Xiangquan's explanation.

Xiang Quan took out one of them and pointed to a small blank space on it: "Is there anything here?"

Gan Qing took a look and shouted: "No one goes to that corner at all, there are no footprints, and there seems to be nothing."

Xiangquan raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure there isn't a well here?"

"Well?" Qianqing was taken aback, "It seems...it seems that there is no well, since there is a lake, why do you need a well. You didn't go to the scene, don't talk nonsense."

Xiangquan looked at Ganqing contemptuously: "If the domestic water of a yard relies on lake water, there is no distinction between upstream and downstream. Washing clothes and washing dishes will pollute drinking water. People usually dig wells by the lake to purify the water quality. Use it again. There is no well, which is unreasonable."

He remained silent, wondering if he had really missed it?There is a deep grass area, but I really didn't take a closer look.

Xiang Quan snorted, and asked again: "Have you seen Chuuxue?"

Gan Qing was stunned, and said in surprise: "No wow? Why did you say that?"

Xiangquan closed the book, signaled Qianqing to step forward, and gently picked up a white cat hair from the blue blouse: "Where did you rub it?"

Ganqing sneered: "I went to Pingshuilou for dinner. There are many people and things. Maybe I got there from which seat. Why do you bother to talk about him? Say yes, tell me the truth."

Xiang Quan ignored it, and lay crookedly on the blanket: "You are not reassuring when you do things. It's okay if the map is not clearly marked. When I saw you back yesterday, there was no ashes on your hands, no mud on your shoes, and no face. Tired. When I come back today, I smell of alcohol and makeup. Although I haven’t drunk, I must be lazy. There are soup and tea stains on the front of the clothes, and there are folds on the bottom of the clothes caused by sitting for a long time. Do I want you to go out for tea? ?”

Qianqing laughed back angrily: "I investigated for you with good intentions, but instead of being grateful, I hurt people! It's simply the king of turtles——"

Xiang Quan sighed: "Go and prepare a car for me, and I will trouble you to lift me up. Now I can move my legs, but not my feet."

Qian Qing asked in surprise, "How are you?"

"That's right." Xiang Quan barely stood up while supporting the wall.

Seeing this, Qian Qing didn't feel any surprise, and just yelled: "What are you doing? You said you would go in person, so what do you want me to do? Then I ran away for nothing?"

Xiangquan didn't speak, moved to the round pier in front of the table and sat down, took the poem written in the red letter, opened it and read silently: "'Send off your son Sheqi, as for Dunqiu, you stole my time, you have no good match, The general has no anger, and Qiu thinks that...'It's very special."

He put it down again, picked up the flower pot to watch it carefully, and said silently: "She doesn't take medicine...and..." Xiang Quan stared at it intently, wanting to stop talking.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Ganqing said impatiently, "You just said you'd go there yourself?"

"Yes, it is necessary to go there in person." Xiang Quan didn't raise his head.He dug a little of the soil in the flower pot, took a closer look, and finally picked up the medicinal residue.The medicine dregs had been burned to ashes. He took some, sniffed it with his nose, and said in surprise, "This is...marijuana?"

Qian Qing asked, "What?"

"These residues are the leaves of marijuana. It's more common in the Western Regions. I thought it was some other medicine. I read so many medical books and planned to ask others for advice. I didn't expect..."

Ganqing picked up a little bit and smelled it, only to feel that the smell was different: "What's the big deal? Hemp?"

Xiang Quan looked up and explained: "It's different from the sangma in the Central Plains. There are many exotic plants beyond the territory of the Song Dynasty, rich in poppies, datura, marijuana, and poisonous mushrooms, all of which are common hallucinogens. "

Qianqing was surprised, but Xiangquan closed his eyes and said slowly: "It's very clear."

Qian Qing wanted to interject, but Xiang Quan interrupted: "Go and prepare a car for me. I am going to go to the Yongcheng government office first, and then to West Street. I know you have questions, and I will give you an explanation tonight." .”

"Have you really figured it all out?"

Xiangquan nodded and remained silent.

Qianqing was surprised at first and then laughed: "Nonsense, such a few clues! A map of the yard, a pile of junk, and half-truths from prostitutes and wimpy magistrates, what do you know?"

Xiang Quan just picked up the tourmaline golden orchid embroidered handkerchief again: "I forgot I still have this." After looking at it carefully, he said calmly, "You have to be careful, maybe your mother is trying to take Ozawa away. To be your concubine."

Xiang Quan's words came out of nowhere, which frightened Gan Qing half to death. He was stunned for a long time before angrily said: "Bah! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiang Quan just smiled and sent off to clean up the car.

Qianqing was full of complaints and had nowhere to complain, and he didn't prepare a car, so he just brought a little donkey to Xiangquan.Xiangquan didn't say anything, and rode upside down on the donkey, led by Qianqing.

Xiangquan has been playing with some blades of grass, like willow leaves.

The sun had just set, and the wind drove away the sunset glow from the sky with a strong coolness, and the sky and the earth instantly melted into black.The street lamps were lit, dogs barked occasionally in the alley, and the smell of food and chrysanthemums penetrated into people's noses.

Ganqing walked on the moon with his donkey, feeling uncomfortable.I am a young master, but I have to lead a donkey for a fortune teller without dinner.And Xiangquan didn't speak, just playing with the leaf in his hand.That looks very much like Zhang Guolao who rides a donkey upside down in the Eight Immortals.

This road is very quiet, as if it will never end.Accompanied by the thick night, people want to sniff the moist air of Yongcheng and fall asleep. The sound of the watchman's clapper and the playful sound of West Street slide into the dry ears along the night.

Qianqing really admires Shuiniang, and there is business in West Street no matter what the situation is.

Under the shadow of the lights, the starlight also appeared extremely weak, and the shimmering light through the clouds, if there was nothing, seemed a little more hazy.The painter seems to like to incorporate this kind of haze into the painting. This kind of scenery is the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River that even the best embroiderers can't embroider.

Ganqing passed through one arched round door after another, and walked through one willow after another, but he didn't think the night was beautiful because he was used to seeing it; Xiangquan didn't think the night was beautiful either, because he didn't have beautiful night in his eyes.

Qianqing was helpless, Yi Xiangquan kept silent, because he was really bored.Turning around by chance, I saw Xiangquan fiddling with the leaves in his hand, and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

Xiangquan looked at Ye Zi, his eyes did not wander.With the other hand, he took the dry straw rope from his waist and handed it to Qian Qing.

Walking dryly, looking at the straw rope under the not-so-bright light: "Is this a reed?"

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