Non-stick clothing

Today is the end of the year, and according to the old practice of Yangzhou City, it is the day when the girls on the boat compete for the top prize.

Duan Changge drank all the way to show mercy, and when he arrived in Yangzhou City, the new oiran had already gone to rest with a wealthy businessman from elsewhere.

Ten miles of bright lights, beauties are like clouds.

"This girl," a head poked out from the nearest painting boat, she was fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features, "our girl invites you to come to the boat for a talk."

"I?"

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, "Are there any other girls around you?"

Duan Changge looked up and down, and there was a person covered by tulle in the painting boat, whose face could not be seen clearly.

Duan Changge smiled, "Thank you girls for your kindness, but I have an appointment with someone else, I hope you will forgive me."

The little girl still wanted to talk, but the people in the boat had already raised the curtain.

The woman's skin is as white as jade, her head is crescent, and a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows is even more seductive.

"Miss, do you really stop thinking about it?" She asked, her voice like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Duan Changge slapped his fan, "Thank you girl for your kindness."

Still refuse.

The beauty lowered the curtain and said with a smile, "Then I won't force the girl to stay anymore."

Duan Changge smiled at her, turned around and left.

The little girl stomped her feet angrily, "I heard that Duan Changge was a romantic man, why is he so puzzled!"

The beauty took off her steps, and said: "It's careless. If you look for her rashly like this, no matter who you are, you have to be wary."

The little girl said: "Young lady, let's forget about it?"

"Wait a minute," the beauty played with Bu Yao, "Duan Changge will stay in Yangzhou for seven days, we always have a chance."

The little girl bit her lower lip unwillingly, "I heard that woman Yue Zilin is also there, if...if..."

The beauty snorted, "She has other good places to go."

Bu Yao's head is very sharp, when the beauty presses it with her finger, blood will flow out, as if the beautiful jade is free, it is shocking.

……

Duan Changge is not ignorant of style, on the contrary, she is very understanding of style, but compared to style, she cares more about her own life.

She has received a lot of favors from beauties, and she knows that the most difficult thing to bear is the favors from beauties. That girl is beautiful, but she can't be so beautiful that she would risk her life.

Standing in front of the stall, she raised her head and smiled, making the little lady selling incense powder blush.

She is a beautiful woman, and a woman who is so beautiful that people are very comfortable.

Apart from liking women and being entangled with all kinds of women, Duan Changge has nothing to criticize.

Duan Changge rubbed some rouge with his hands, "Is this peach blossom?"

The little lady lowered her head and answered yes softly.

Duan Changge took a few more boxes and was about to speak when a scent suddenly wafted from the tip of his nose.

She turned her head and grabbed the sleeve of the person passing by, "I'm sorry, but the scent on the girl is really touching. I don't know where did you use the powder?"

The woman whose sleeves were held by her was wearing a blue dress, holding a cigarette stick, and her face was so charming that it could be called seductive.

Duan Changge looked at her, and she also looked at Duan Changge, and smiled, "I bought it in a shop in the capital half a year ago. The little girl can't remember the name."

Duan Changge paid for the few boxes of face powder, and grabbed the woman's sleeve, "Does the girl still remember the characteristics? For example, what's around."

The woman in Tsing Yi said: "Little girl really doesn't remember."

At the stall where they were talking, a group of officers and soldiers ran over.

"What happened?" the little lady murmured.

Duan Changge let go, "I'm being rude."

The woman smiled and shook her head, saluted and left.

Tsing Yi quickly disappeared into the alley.

Duan Changge remained motionless, she felt that the scent was very familiar.

But I can't say where it is familiar.

She went forward.

Someone was following her, she knew, and she deliberately slowed down.

The people behind quickly followed, "My lord, Zhao Fu Yin was killed."

Duan Changge rubbed the flowers on the powder box with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Master Fu Yin was killed and went to the government and his assistant. What do you want me for?"

"Some people say that it was the Jingzhou inspector who died, my lord." The man behind said: "Since my lord has seen the corpse of the Jingzhou inspector..."

"You want to invite me to see if it was killed by one person?"

"Yes."

"Someone is here to visit the mountains and rivers."

The person behind sighed.

"However, I don't have a fixed place to live now. If the magistrate is willing to find a resting place for XX, everything will be easy to talk about."

The person behind said: "This is nature."

"Where is the body now?"

"Sir, please."

……

Mr. Fu Yin is extremely young, and he is currently in his weakest years.

There were no fatal injuries on his body, and if his face had not turned blue, no one would think he was dead.

Duan Changge turned Zhao Fuyin's wrist, and there was a fingernail-sized wound on the inside, which was already scorched, as if it was scalded by something.

Duan Changge raised his chin towards Wu Zuo.

"My lord, forgive me." The man in black said in a hoarse voice, the long and thin knife cut open Zhao Fuyin's neckline, and then tore it open with his hands.

"Heart." Duan Changge said.

The knife cut into the chest, and the smell of blood spread all at once.

His heart is broken.

Or rather, burnt.

The surrounding organs are intact, only the heart has been burned into a piece of coke.

It was the same in the last Jingzhou inspector's inspection. The government ordered a silence, but it still spread, but the story said that the Jingzhou inspector's heart was ripped out by a vixen.

Duan Changge picked up a piece with a knife.

fragrant.

The aroma of smoke and powder.

And... the smell of blood.

The more she smelled it, the more familiar it became.

I've smelled it in the inspector in Jingzhou, and I've smelled it in that girl just now!

Duan Changge put the knife on the table.

"The death method is the same as that of the Jingzhou inspector." Duan Changge said, there will be no more bizarre death method than this, even if someone wants to imitate, it is impossible to achieve this level.

The prefect sighed.

Everyone knows that the Jingzhou inspector is an unsolved case, and the assassin has not yet been brought to justice, causing the public to be in a turmoil. In the end, the old fox was caught, and the altar was closed.

"I saw a man in Tsing Yi, holding a cigarette stick, very beautiful." Duan Changge took a knife and began to carve on the table.In all fairness, her engraving is not very good, but with just a few strokes, people know what kind of woman she is. "If my lord can find her, he will probably know who the murderer is."

"Your Excellency has seen it?"

"In front of half a stick of incense, in Flower Street."

The prefect nodded, and went out with his brows furrowed.

Wu Zuo and several attendants also went out.

Duan Changge looked at Zhao Fuyin's body, and checked it from beginning to end.

Zhao Fu Yin is a clean and honest official, which enjoys a high reputation in the capital.

It's just that this honest and honest official wears a small pendant on his waist, which is dark red. Duan Changge can tell at a glance that it is a coral bead tribute from the West Sea, which is worth more than gold.

A clean official cannot afford this thing.

Either he is fake and clean, or he belongs to someone else.

Duan Changge picked up the pendant, and the fragrance hit his face.

It seems to belong to someone else.

It should also be a beauty.

This fragrance is also the fragrance of the woman in Tsing Yi.

Duan Changge smiled helplessly.

Because of my own luck, but also because of the darkened room.

"Since this friend is here," she put the pendant in the sachet at her waist, "why do you hide and refuse to meet?"

The other party smiled lowly, "The little girl knows that she looks like a fool, so she dare not meet each other."

Singer Duan Chang pressed on the hilt of his sword, "Miss, you are joking, I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you in my life."

"Master Duan is bluffing me, I don't agree." The woman said coquettishly.

A beam of moonlight flew over Duan Changge's face.

No, not Moonlight.

is the knife.

An extremely thin knife, as clear as moonlight.

"Is the girl angry?"

The woman said: "I need my lord to give me my life to coax me well."

Duan Changge smiled wryly, and shot down the rest of the flying knives, "The girl and I have never met before, and we have no grievances or enmities."

The woman seemed to have just remembered this, and said: "I only want the pendant, if my lord gives me the pendant, we will settle the matter."

"If you stabbed me seven times, is it clear?"

The woman said: "What do you want, my lord? If the little girl can do it, I will offer it with both hands."

Duan Changge imitated the tone of a playboy... No, she was a playboy, "I want a girl."

The woman chuckled, "Your Excellency knows that it is the hardest thing to bear the grace of a beauty."

Duan Changge said: "I only know that peony flowers will die."

The woman said: "A grown-up is as romantic as a little girl, and the little girl also admires the charm of the grown-up. Unfortunately, the little girl is not a peony." There was no lack of regret in the conversation.

The next moment, Duan Changge saw a person stepping on the ground, just opposite her.

"The girl is willing to come down."

"It's always impolite to hang on the beam and talk to people." She took a few steps towards Duan Changge, "Please return me, sir."

"Is this thing important to a girl?"

The woman nodded and said, "Thousands of gold are hard to find."

"It's a pity that I like to force others to make things difficult for me," Duan Changge said, "The pendant is on me, why don't you come and get it yourself?"

"What if I hurt my lord?" The woman lowered her eyes and said.

"I wish you what you want," Duan Changge said ambiguously, "Everyone depends on their ability."

Before the words fell, a gust of fragrant wind blew on the face.

Duan Changge flashed past.

Standing behind each other, shaking a fan and laughing.

"Also ask the girl to let go of her hands and feet."

The woman smiled and said, "The room is too small, so it's good to destroy things."

"The girl can't bear it?"

"I can't afford it." The woman said sternly.

In the blink of an eye, the woman was no longer there.

The woman grabbed her sachet and said, "I got it."

Duan Changge was surprised at first, then understood.

The pendant was so fragrant that it overshadowed everything she was wearing.

"The girl smells so good." She grabbed the other's sleeve again.

The woman laughed angrily.

"Master Duan and I have never had any grievances or enmities in our life," the woman imitated her tone, "Please let me go."

"What if I say no?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

Duan Changge felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, his sleeve was already burned.

A faint blue light illuminated the room.

The woman smiled and went out from the window.

Her face was not the one Duan Changge saw.

This face is very ordinary, and the smile is a little stiff.

Easy?

Duan Changge pulled down his sleeve with that sword.

If she still has to deal with in the future, she has to find those sleeves that are not easy to be ignited.

after?

Duan Changge patted himself on the head.

She never wants to see such a woman again in her life.