Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Mr. Yuan's study room is close to the small gate of the inner courtyard. It is a single-family courtyard. Although it is remote, it is a good place to study quietly because of the winding paths.It's just that the room is not big, and people are crowded in, and I'm afraid I won't be able to turn around.Shang Bieyun simply sent everyone away, including Yao Ke, and asked them to search other places in the house to see if they could get any tiny clues.Only two people, Ji Chengfeng, entered this study.

The room is a bit messy now, the police officers have already searched the place hastily, the calligraphy and painting tube has fallen down, and some books are scattered on the ground.

Ji Chengfeng knocked on the bookshelf with the back of his knife, and there were a lot of miscellaneous books on it.Shang Bieyun also came in, stood in the middle of the room and looked around, and then walked to the bookshelf.He took out a few books and flipped through them leisurely.

"Strange Tales from Mountains and Seas, Songs of Mengliang, and Little West Chamber." Ji Chengfeng glanced at the covers of the books that Shang Bieyun pulled out: "It seems that Mr. Yuan isn't just studying the books of sages, Not to mention, I quite like the taste of reading. It's just that this "Mengliang Song", is it the opera of Long Yang sung in Liuxiang?"

Mr. Yuan read whatever he liked, Shang Bieyun didn't care much.He flipped through the books on the bookshelf, but didn't see anything unusual.

Seeing the calligraphy and painting cylinder crooked on the ground, Shang Bieyun helped him up and took out a pair from it.The painting is framed meticulously. I thought that according to the family background of the Yuan Mansion, it was some kind of money collected by a famous family. Unexpectedly, after unfolding it, it was a mediocre painting of flowers and moons on the Spring River. There was only one inscription. Guess from the title, It should be Mr. Yuan's own money.

"The technique is average and nothing new. Is it Mr. Yuan's calligraphy?" Ji Chengfeng glanced at the painting across Shang Bieyun's shoulder.

Shang Bieyun remembered that Ji Chengfeng also loved and knew how to paint.He ignored it, put the scrolls back into the painting tube, and took out a few more, without exception, they were all copied by Mr. Yuan, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with the few paintings, all of which were beautifully framed .

There was nothing special about the painting. Shang Bieyun flipped through the painting tube a few times, and just about to put it down, he suddenly saw a piece of unframed paper, which was rolled up and squeezed into the corner of the painting tube.By coincidence, Shang Bieyun took it out.

Unfolding it, Qing'er's shy side face sitting under the peach tree popped out.The corners of the eyes of the person in the painting are timid, and he touched a brush with the same color of peach blossoms. There is an indescribable tenderness, as if the person in the painting is alive, and his eyes are about to turn around, and he will take a soft look at the person before the painting.

Shang Bieyun stretched out the scroll and stood silently for a while.Ji Chengfeng leaned over, with a freehand brushwork style, he didn't recognize Qing'er, his eyes lit up: "Huh? This one is very interesting, it's not at the same level as the previous ones. It's also drawn by Mr. Yuan? It must be For two people who love each other, painting can express love, not just talking about it casually."

Shang Bieyun let out a long breath from his chest, folded the small painting, and put it into his arms openly in front of Ji Chengfeng, the fast catcher: "There's nothing here, let's go, go to Mr. Yuan Check out the library."

Mr. Yuan's study is located in the front yard. When you enter the yard at the end, you have to cross two horizontal doors. You have a wide view in all directions, and you can tell it at a glance. It is an important place that can be strictly guarded against.

In front of the study door was a seal with the official seal of Qingzhou County Yamen.The main study room of the fourth-rank official cannot be searched according to the government office of the Luzhou government. He can only wait for another special envoy to come over.

Shang Bieyun and Ji Chengfeng looked at each other, and each took a step forward, one left and one right, carefully peeled off the seal along the glue trail, and pushed the door open together.

Compared with his son's study, Master Yuan's study is much more solemn and orthodox.The well-formed square nave is made of dark rosewood, and the dark copper candle bars on both sides are not lit. As soon as people step in, they can't help but feel dull and depressed.

Ji Chengfeng knocked on the table of the Eight Immortals in front of the hall: "Huanghuali wood, Mr. Yuan has been fishing a lot."

"This Mr. Yuan is the head of the country. It's just a piece of wood. There's nothing unusual about it." Shang Bieyun checked the official documents on the table.

"What is the father of the country?" Ji Chengfeng sat down with a big horse and golden knife, and put his legs on Mr. Yuan's huanghuali table, watching Shang Bieyun busy: "I heard that Concubine Li was raised as a concubine since she was a child, I didn't expect that just in time for these changes in imperial power, she became an old lady, and she didn't catch up with a draft. It was because of his many activities that he finally offered it. At least he was favored for two years, and he became a concubine, but there was no one. His son, he must have been forgotten by the Holy Majesty long ago. In a place like Qingzhou, Master Yuan is not at the top of the list, and many truly honorable families will see him as a joke."

"You know the affairs of the palace quite well." The official document was nothing special, Shang Bieyun turned to look at the books on the shelf.

"You may be the only person in the world who doesn't know about things of this level. The common people are fond of talking about the things in the Holy Master's bedroom behind their backs. But it's not all empty talk. Just look at Master Yuan's official position. He has also been cautious all these years, never showing his head, doesn't that explain the problem?"

"Being cautious doesn't necessarily explain anything." Shang Bieyun picked up the inkstone on the table, sniffed it, and put it down again: "It may also be that you are wise and safe, and make a fortune silently."

"Xiu ink, ten golds and one ingot, is a tribute to Jinshang." He tapped the remaining ink in the inkstone.

"Can't it be made of gold?" Ji Chengfeng didn't have much research on these precious objects, so he rubbed some ink on his fingers, and even tasted it with the tip of his tongue. He didn't find anything good, but it smelled like ink: "I can't see it. Come out, the old man is still a literati, so he is so willing to be here."

Shang Bieyun shook his head: "Xiu ink is expensive, not only because the ink is black and purple, but also soft and beautiful, and more expensive because it has no ink smell, and has a natural ink fragrance. Real literati don't like such pretentious objects. On the contrary, it is quite repulsive. If you look at this study again, the inkstone is an ordinary stone inkstone, and the brush is just a brush, so why only use such expensive ink?"

Ji Chengfeng crossed his arms, like a listener who had nothing to do with himself, eagerly waiting for Shang Bieyun to continue.

Shang Bieyun looked at him and shook his head helplessly, took a random book from the table, unfolded a page, and turned to Ji Chengfeng: "Besides, look, his annotations when reading books on weekdays are dull in color, obviously used Not Xiumo."

"That is to say—" Ji Chengfeng dragged his voice, "Master Yuan usually only uses ordinary ink, and only in some special cases, he would use expensive Xiu ink. But even Xiu ink Ink also has no function of being insoluble in water bubbles and not rotten in fire, it is just a little more fragrant."

Shang Bieyun's eyes were calm, and he continued flatly: "A special situation, or a special person. The most likely thing is a letter. People who want to read his letters don't like the smell of ordinary ink, so they must use it." Xiumo."

Ji Chengfeng straightened up and sat up, the residual ink on his fingers was still moist, he twisted it lightly: "The residual ink in the inkstone has not completely dried up, counting the time, Master Yuan has just used this Xiu ink to write Things, before they had time to wash off the residual ink in the inkstone, they encountered the disaster of destroying their families."

Shang Bieyun didn't say anything, just nodded, and after a long while, he suddenly said, "300 taels."

"What?" Ji Chengfeng heard it clearly, but was at a loss.

"300 taels." Shang Bieyun walked to the back window of the study, and pushed the window open: "Didn't you ask me what clues I got? My clue is 300 taels."

"I have several conjectures. There is no silver 300 taels here. It is said to cover up the truth. The answer is right in front of you. Mr. Lan has appeared in two places, but the time he stayed in my house was too short, and he didn't have time to do anything. It's a complicated mystery, so it can only be in the Yuan Mansion."

The back window of the study was pushed open, and it turned out to be facing the big dry pond.The wind brought the willow branches and blew into the window, making Shangbieyun's hair gently wrap around his face.He went on to say: "There is no silver here. At first I thought it was necessary to dig three feet into the ground, so I checked the organs of the ancestral hall and other important rooms first. Then I thought, there is no silver here, and the place where there is no smell of copper may be the study room."

Ji Chengfeng stood up, walked behind Shang Bieyun, held half an ink ingot in his hands, and looked out the window together: "Ten gold ingots are 300 taels of silver."

"Three words, triple riddle." Shang Bieyun murmured, as if saying to himself: "And he knows, I will definitely be able to solve this riddle."

Ji Chengfeng didn't hear his whisper clearly, he threw the ink ingot up high, and took it in his hand again: "So? The clue came to Xiumo, but what's next?"

Shang Bieyun leaned on the window frame, took a deep breath, turned around and pointed: "The wall on the left side where the bookshelf is leaning against, counting from the lower right corner, there are three to seven rows of wall bricks on the left, and there are things behind it."

Ji Chengfeng glanced at him suspiciously, didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the wall, and counted according to what Shang Bieyun said, and saw that it was just an ordinary wall brick, and there was no gap when he touched it with his hands. There was no difference between the wall tiles, so he couldn't help but cast a suspicious glance at Shang Bieyun.

Shang Bieyun's eyes were very determined.Then Ji Chengfeng turned his head back and tapped the wall brick twice with the handle of the knife, but there was still no movement.

"First two, then four, try it." Shang Bieyun's voice came from behind.

Ji Chengfeng did as he said, and after knocking with the handle of the knife, he waited for two breaths. There was still no movement on the wall brick. He was about to turn his head to speak when he heard a soft "click" sound from the wall, and the wall brick slowly bounced out. Expose the hidden grid inside.

Ji Chengfeng pulled out the things in the hidden compartment with the handle of the knife, held them in his hand, turned around and raised his eyebrows at Shang Bieyun.

"On the fourth day of February, on that small portrait, there is Mr. Yuan's horoscope, which is his birthday." Shang Bieyun explained lightly.

"Oh? Then Mr. Yuan wrote on the location of the wall brick? Why didn't I see it?" Ji Chengfeng smiled, but didn't come over.

"Shicai's room is stuffy, and the source of the smell is uncertain. After the window is opened, the stale air is exhausted, and I can smell the smell of Xiumo coming from behind the bricks."

"Hey," Ji Chengfeng's eyes flashed brightly, and he shook the booklet he was holding in his hand: "Master Shang's nose, why is it stronger than the sniffing dogs raised by our yamen?"

"Stop talking about these useless ranting words." Shang Bieyun came over lazily, not bothering with him: "The whole booklet written in Xiu ink, it seems that it is specially shown to that important person. Open it Look, what is written?"

The author has something to say: Ji Chengfeng: You come to our yamen to be a dog