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Spring Tingyue, go to the good night;

Along the way, there are carefully painted murals all the way.Zhou Tan recalled what he saw on the way, and a layer of gray mist floated in his eyes.

What to eat, what to drink, what to fight and what to kill, he is too lazy to pay attention, he just desperately remembers whether there are burning spices in the corners, the concubines often step on the streamer when they come into the world, even if the auspicious clouds are floating, they can't tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

The worshiping crowd is drawn in the smoke, and it seems that there is a thread blown from the incense mist above everyone's head, winding and extending to the fingertips of the concubine Tian.

Qingxin Pills, the so-called good things, are almost certainly ingenious gadgets to control people's hearts.

But the murals will not depict her process of refining medicine and poison, nor will there be any useful clues left.The only one who could speak was the half-human half-ghost in front of him.

This one seemed to think that mud was more interesting than people, and he still bowed his head and said nothing, his fingers were scarlet.

"Sacrifice, and then?" Zhou Tan lowered his tone and asked slowly: "What happened?"

"What happened? What?" He tilted his head and simply smeared the ground with his fingers.

Cinnabar and muddy water were mixed together, Zhou Tan signaled the people crowded behind him to explore the road ahead, and waited until the people from the Ordnance Department disappeared like flying over the eaves and walls, before squatting down to carefully examine the scratches on the mud floor.

The shape of the sword only pierced the woman under the statue. The woman was smeared with cinnabar with her fingers, leaving a layer of blood-like dress. Zhou Tan has always been stingy with things that he doesn't care about. He doesn't know the name of the concubine of Jeju , but he seemed to have heard the story of love at first sight by the Yuchuan River.

There are only a few incense-making families on the Yuchuan River, and it seems that they can figure out the clues after searching in their heads. Ji Qing seems to be biased towards the offshoots of the Song family. Maybe it's remembering my dead mother.

But the Song family didn't make incense, so Zhou Tan bit his lip slightly, watching the man move his fingers quickly, spreading a picture of blood dripping on the ground.

Who's home brewing?

The smell floating in the dark river came from afar, and the underground aroma was dissipated a little. The smell was so astringent that it was hard to cover up the overwhelming aroma.

"Sulphur?" Zhou Tan stood up suddenly, he recognized the smell, it was fishy and strong, like the smell that permeated the battlefield all the year round.

How can there be sulfur in the ground?

He heard the sound of rushing water. It turned out that the idol collapsed, and the agency directly released the cargo box hidden in the dark river. There were countless sulfur hidden there, which could blow up the sky, and it was buried under the dark river in such a silent manner. .

The thick, substantial smell may also be for the purpose of covering up the overwhelming smell of sulfur.

The underground pattern is getting bigger and bigger. The person may be quite talented in hand-painting. The streamlines represent the underground river. The group of people rushing in with weapons carried weapons and interrupted the sacrificial ceremony that was climbing to the climax.

The panicked crowd was slashed and killed for no reason, and the blood and flesh became compost that nourished the mud, but the woman under the statue did not move, even waiting for a sword to stab her.

With a few strokes, the crowds running and fleeing were drawn, but the extremely bright red shadow stayed at the foot of the red fox statue, with a towering cloud, holding a slender plum vase in both hands. .

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Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce, Smoke Pavilion.

In the past few days, the hottest topic in the city was crutches. Jin Mingwei was frantically looking for crutches for killing people in the streets.

The young warlock was sent into the soil, and a short tombstone was built.In a pile of soil in front of the grave, two branches of pink hibiscus that are not in season are inserted.

Lu Chengyan pinched a layer of red on his fingertips, and applied a layer of light red-like color on the gold-sprinkled paper with a layer of dark fragrance floating on it.

Afterwards, incense powder was scattered all over the ground like a shop in the courtyard. He wrinkled the tip of his nose, feeling the fragrance of a centimeter of gold wafting from the cracks in the floor tiles.

Too fragrant to hurt a tooth.

"Smell the fragrance to know a person..." Shang Hengzhi said, spilling another handful of powder from the letter: "Every family has its own secret recipe, you can tell when you smell it—"

Before she finished speaking, she sneezed frantically, and closed the letter cursingly: "Damn it."

The smell is indeed a clue that is difficult to wash off. The smell of the dead warlock was so strange that everyone on the left and right went to the streets to find a crutch in a big way. Lu Chengyan touched a few incense powders, but did not report any hope. He tentatively began to compare smell.

Ms. Shang was knocking bowls at home with nothing to do, and was arrested as a young man. She only felt that the bees were not as hardworking as herself. With her sensitive nose that was said to be able to taste thousands of incense, she was dizzy from morning till night.

"It is said to be incense, it is indeed, but the smell is really weird..." She picked the abacus head with one hand: "It smells neither good for the body and mind, nor does it cheer up the mood. What's the use?"

"Wait..." She jumped up as if her butt was on fire, "Poison!"

It is poisonous, has a knife wound, and has a fatal hole in the forehead with a walking stick. This murderer is not too cumbersome, and he has to sharpen the knife carefully to add flavor to the pot.

Unless, unless there is more than one murderer!

Shang Hengzhi rushed out like a cannonball. If there was a fox tail growing on his back, it would definitely throw flowers.

While howling, she bumped into the book collection at the corner of the smoke pavilion, and flipped through a stack of books.

After a while, an arm was raised tremblingly, holding a small yellowed volume in his hand.

"Found it," she said, spitting out a mouthful of floating ash.

It seems that this book collection place has not been visited by anyone for a long time, and the dust floating all over the room is clearly identifiable in the sunlight.

It is said in the city that Wanguan’s wealth is not as good as a collection of thousands of volumes of books. Although Wanguan’s wealth is there, collecting books is like picking up garbage.

It seems false and true.

The merchant's library was built in another village outside the city, and there were only a few shelves of miscellaneous books in the smoke pavilion, and no one read them anyway, and the dust could cover the book covers.

The booklet was held up high in her hands, and on the cover was written some strange poison from generation to generation. Shang Hengzhi shook the dust off the room, and said with certainty: "The fragrance of the beauty, the poison in the intestines, the moon in the spring, go to the good night."

"It was poisoned to death..." she said, "There is only this smell, which is exactly the same as that of the dead man."

"how do you know?"

"Here is the recipe..." she said, "The taste must be exactly the same when put together."

She was right. Although Lu Chengyan was dubious, he knew that Shang Hengzhi's fox nose could smell "chicken" several miles away. He folded the letter page and remained silent for a while.

"Don't check?"

"It looks like someone..." he said, "It's attracting people to investigate."

Handling the case relies more or less on intuition, the turbulent blood in the palace has never stopped, and one life can often involve several hidden concerns, not to mention that the Secretary of the Interior stepped in and directly took away the most suspicious person in the testimony - Zhang Lihua .

The Secretary of the Interior is the emperor's minion, and the emperor would not slap Song Guifei in the face so mercilessly. Even if he wanted to protect the favored nobleman, he had to use a devious method that would not hurt his face.

He leaned back, let out a breath between his lips and teeth, mixed with his personal name: "Yan Xiaochen."

"Who?" Shang Hengzhi pricked up her ears and spit out another mouthful of dust. She coughed desperately and asked, "Yan what?"

Even Ms. Shang's heartless and monotonous mind sucked her mouth and breathed out. The names of her sons were all pure-hearted and ascetic, and it would not violate harmony to use them as dharma names. To match that too dazzling face.

It's no wonder there are so many rumors in Beijing.

"Ah, isn't it brother..." She wiped off the ashes on the tip of her nose: "Is the rumor in the city true or false?"

"Fake." Lu Chengyan replied, and stopped talking.He intuited that Yan Xiaochen had a plan behind his smiling face, but he couldn't figure out what he was planning. The grace and beauty are the same, but the upstarts in Beijing seem to have other plans.

The window was blown open by the wind, finally dispelling the thick fragrance mist, Shang Yanzhi jumped off the horse, with the moonlight on his head, carrying two taels of roast chicken.

With a calm expression, he rushed away Shang Hengzhi who was looking forward to at the table, and only said: "Do you have any clues?"

-

Sacrifice, sacrifice...

Why didn't Concubine Tian escape? She clearly made up her mind and wanted to die together!

Thin fingers repeatedly circled the figure of the woman painted in red, and said repeatedly: "Tianfei."

At the end of the picture, she pried off the rumbling mechanism, and buried the murderers and the victims under the mountain pass. No one knew what she was thinking. On the occasion, I smelled a strong aroma.

The fragrance is pleasant at first glance, and the lotus buddhist land curls up with thin smoke. It is the land of ultimate bliss, with the fake skin of transcending people.

Spring Tingyue, go to a good night.

It's no wonder that in the rumors of ghosts, it is said that Chun Tingyue is the reason for seeing the person he wants to see and finishing his last thoughts.

In the past, he just laughed it off, but Zhou Tan suddenly felt bitter. He pinched his nose and remembered his blank marriage certificate. He stood up straight and kicked away the sulfur powder all over his feet.

The guarantees of seeking death are layer upon layer. Those who survived the landslide and the ground will be poisoned to death by the Chun Tingyue mixed in the ashes.

The man drew a lotus crown on the head of the human figure representing himself, which means that he is the true Buddha to be worshipped. As for Chun Tingyue, Zhou Tan didn't care how to solve it, but when he stared at the "True Buddha" with all kinds of poisons piercing his heart, he suddenly felt an extremely absurd joy in his heart.

What if Chun Tingyue is the antidote for the "Qingxin Pill"?

In the Chun Tingyue that he is used to smelling, it clearly smells of Nanzhi grass, it may not be, it is impossible!

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