Beauty is sick

This word has been widely circulated, and even people like Yun Wuyang who seldom write scrolls have heard it: "Isn't this describing Jinling Nine?!"

When the First Under Heaven was just established, there was a lot of speculation about Jinling Jiu in the world. Someone drew his portrait and spread it around. Many people were amazed by his appearance and went to the First Under Heaven to see his demeanor.

A scholar's heart was broken by a glimpse of Jinling Jiu, and he wrote a poem on the test paper of the township examination. These are two lines in it, which later spread, because of Jinling Jiu's status, it was still very popular.

Pei Zhe said "Yes", and touched the picture scroll with his fan: "This is one of the most outstanding paintings in the picture albums I have seen. I think the painter is very happy with our ninth son."

What is "Our Ninth Young Master"?

Yun Wuyang's EQ was limited, so he couldn't hear more, if it was Jin Lingjiu himself, he would definitely press Pei Zhe, and ask the last question: How outstanding is it?And the picture book I've seen, who painted it?

"We just met Jinling Jiu. What are you talking about, young master? It's so scary. How did he become ours?" Yun Wuyang muttered softly. He always likes to join in the fun. The scene was too heated and almost tragic, which made him unforgettable, leaving a shadow in his heart, "I don't want to have any connection with him, the ninth young master is not easy to mess with at first sight."

Pei Zhe paused while holding the fan, but didn't answer.

The shopkeeper came out soon. He has lived in Huaizhou City for many years, so he naturally recognized Lin Jingkong, so he hurriedly came over and nodded and bowed: "My lord, you condescend to come here. It's a great honor for me. My lord wants to see a play. Let's go to the theater this afternoon." There is a play..."

The shopkeeper's surname is Guan Chongshan, who is not as good as his name, very thin, and his clothes are a little dangling on his body. Because of nervousness, he crackled a lot like a cannonball, without giving Lin Jingkong a chance to interject.

"Okay, I'm not here to come to the theater." Lin Jingkong had a headache from his quarrel, and interrupted him with a cold expression, "Today I'm here to investigate the case, cooperate well, ask you what to answer, dare to hide anything, I'll let you go around without eating!"

Guan Chongshan was horrified, rubbing his hands and nodding: "Just ask the adults, but the villain will know everything without saying anything."

Lin Jingkong turned his head to look at Pei Zhe, who raised his eyebrows, expressed interest, and gestured to him "Please!", then sat down with a chair, and began to watch the play leisurely.

Lin Jingkong: "..."

Pei got a cheap discount and acted like a good boy: "I have never handled a case, and Commander Laurin is bothering."

Lin Jingkong lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on the stool beside him, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Pei, you are welcome."

The officers and soldiers briefly told about Sun Liu, and then asked when they last saw Sun Liu, Guan Chongshan answered them one by one, and called other staff to cooperate with the answer.

"Yesterday on the Lantern Festival, the building finished two performances and then it was over. Everyone went home. Sun Liu lived in the building and stayed to clean up the shadow puppets. Anyway, he was still there when I finished my calculations and left. Busy cleaning."

Lin Jingkong pondered for a moment and asked, "In your impression, when was the last time you saw him?"

Guan Chongshan recalled for a while: "Around the time of You, about three quarters of the time, I was going to find a restaurant by the Huai River to have dinner, waiting to join in the fun."

The only thing that could join in the excitement yesterday was the Shangyuan Night Banquet. The Shangyuan Night Banquet started at Xu, and the time was almost the same.

Lin Jingkong asked him again which restaurant he was at, gave the officers and soldiers a look, and signaled to look it up after the questioning, and then looked at the guys standing obediently in a row: "Who of you saw Sun Liu after Youshi Wherever it is, answer it in detail, and don't hide it."

The guys looked at each other, and just when Lin Jingkong had almost given up hope, one of the guys clapped his hands suddenly: "I remembered, I seem to have seen Sun Liu, around Haishi, right, here..."

"Where is it, tell me quickly!"

With a troubled expression on his face, he shrank his neck under Lin Jingkong's displeased scolding, and muttered reluctantly: "In Tianxianglou."

Everyone fell silent, Lin Jingkong was speechless, and Yun Wuyang blinked: "Where is Tianxiang Tower?"

He was curious and his eyes were round.

The officers and soldiers couldn't help laughing, and lowered their heads one after another. Among the staff, there were two or three women with strange complexions, showing a little blush.

Lin Jingkong turned sideways, resting his forehead with his hands, and looked over with a playful look: "You are not dry, you should not ask."

Yun Wuyang: "?"

Pei Zhe really didn't want to see his bookboy look stupid again, so he had no choice but to say: "Red sleeves add fragrance."

Yun Wuyang: "!"

Red sleeves add fragrance, what kind of fragrance is added, as the name suggests.

Nearby is the gathering place of Wazi Goulan in Huaizhou City. There are teahouses, wine shops, shadow puppet theaters, and of course Goulan where flowers are blooming.

Yun Wuyang reacted, and the blood rushed to the top of his head. His baby face was so red that it was almost dripping blood. He clenched his fists and spat at Lin Jingkong: "Rogue! Shameless!"

Lin Jingkong: "?"

Lin Jingkong laughed angrily: "I didn't mention this first, nor did I ask you to ask. Children are self-willed and get angry when they lose face. But did you find the wrong person to get angry?"

Yun Wuyang was puffed up, turned his head and ignored him, half of his exposed side face was full of redness, a little sweat broke out from the tip of his nose, he looked very angry.

Lin Jingkong let out a "heh", cursed quietly in his heart, touched his lips, and the silent word "child" was torn apart, chewed, and swallowed by his canine teeth.

Lin Jingkong waved his hand casually, and the officers and soldiers standing behind him understood, and took the guy aside to ask questions.

Pei Zhe nodded appreciatively, and said with ambiguous meaning: "Commander Lin has a delicate mind, and Mr. Pei underestimated you."

It's human nature to have fun, but if you spread it out in front of everyone, it's still somewhat shameless. The guy has scruples in his heart, and he continues to ask questions in front of the guys who work with him. It's inevitable that some things will be unnoticed. omission of .

In the face of a case, even the slightest omission may be the key to solving the case.

A trace of surprise flashed across Lin Jingkong's eyes, as if he did not expect him to say this: "Master Pei can bend and stretch, that's why I underestimate him."

There is a certain difference between the rumors and the reality. After seeing Lin Jingkong’s horror at the beginning, Guan Chongshan observed Pei Zhe’s status, and remembered the recent rumors that he should be a high-ranking official from the capital. His eyes widened. Turn around and tell the buddy to make tea.

Lin Jingkong didn't want to stay too long, and was going to leave after the officers and soldiers finished asking the guy. Since Sun Liu had appeared in Tianxianglou, they still had to check it out, and maybe they would gain something else.

He waved away the buddy standing in front of him, turned his head, and wanted to ask Pei Zhe if he had found anything, but he saw that the person sitting beside him had disappeared, leaving only empty chairs.

Pei Zhe looked at the layout of the building with great interest, and after going around in a circle, he returned to the picture of a beautiful woman with a bitter poem and squinted his eyes to look at it.

After the tea was served, Guan Chongshan took it himself and poured two cups for Pei Zhe and Lin Jingkong: "Do you have any questions, my lords?"

In today's world, people don't fight with officials. Guan Chongshan is the epitome of merchants in the world. Even if he has a lot of wealth, he will eventually lose to the power. Therefore, the common people pursue scholars and advocate trials. No one wants to be the best.

Pei Zhe secretly sighed, seeing that Lin Jingkong had nothing to ask, he raised his chin just now and said: "I think the paintings in your building are not bad, they are of high quality, and the artistry is good, they are hundreds of times better than those sold on the market. To be honest, I am a scholar, especially love Danqing, and the shopkeeper is an expert at first glance, can you tell me, where did you get these paintings?"

He stood in front of the picture of beauties, and he was vague, not specifying which one it was.

Congeniality is a happy thing, and someone who appreciates your own taste is naturally worthy of joy. What's more, Pei Zhe's words are polite, he praises the paintings openly, and praises the taste in private. Guan Chongshan laughed immediately: "My lord, you are welcome The villain admired the style of study when he was young, and he also loved to dance and write in his spare time. These paintings were collected by the villain from all over the world. The picture of a hundred birds was from Jiangyin, and the blue sketch was from Chengyang... Looking for a painting, after settling down in Huaizhou City, I will never go out again, there are only so many paintings.”

Pei Zhe rolled his eyes, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said sternly, "Is there only so much? Then have you finished talking about them one by one?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Guan Chongshan's skinny face, he felt a little guilty, and replied, "It's over."

With a sound of "shua", the folding fan unfolded.

The handwriting with iron and silver hooks is magnificent and unrestrained-the most beautiful man in the world.

Pei Zhe turned his wrist, only to see a phantom, and then there was a knocking sound.

The folding fan was hitting the picture of a beautiful woman behind him, and the edge was just touching the waist of the picture. The narrow waist was not as wide as the fan, and the lower body of the picture was completely covered.

From this point of view, the person with half of his body exposed, matched with the flying inscription, unexpectedly harmonious.

"This painting, you haven't said where you got it." Pei Tanhua said in a serious tone, "I'm very curious about this painting, and I want to find a similar one."

Just now Pei Zhe didn't specify which one it was, but he kept standing in front of the picture of beauties, and the meaning was very obvious. Guan Chongshan realized it later: "It's the villain's fault. I forgot to mention this picture. I got it from the Southland, but I don’t remember exactly where.”

Pei Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Guan Chongshan boldly asked, "What do you think of this painting?"

Pei Zhe spit out two words leisurely: "Very good."

Guan Chongshan breathed a sigh of relief: "If the adults don't dislike it, and the villain wants to give this painting to the adults, please accept it. The adults are talented and have a noble temperament, so they are worthy of this painting..."

He was obviously panicked, like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, he couldn't react to what he said, he was completely different from the way he said he loved calligraphy and ink when talking about painting before, and Pei Zhe felt helpless when he heard it: "No need to give it away, you—— "

Lin Jingkong crossed Erlang's legs and greeted the shopkeeper: "I accepted the painting on behalf of Mr. Pei, you can go now."

Guan Chongshan seemed to be pardoned: "Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord."

Pei Zhe took back his fan without making a sound, and directed Yun Wuyang to take off the picture of beauties on the wall, walked over to Xingshi and asked, "What does Commander Lin mean?"

Lin Jingkong took down the money bag at his waist, and took out a silver ingot from it: "Buying a painting as a gift to Mr. Pei is a small gift from the lower official, and I hope that Mr. Pei will help you to solve the case of the magistrate as soon as possible. "

"...Buy?" Pei Zhe endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, "I didn't threaten or intimidate, I just wanted to lower the price just now, does Commander Lin think I can't afford a painting?"

Lin Jingkong didn't answer, and took out another silver ingot from the money bag, and pushed it in front of Pei Zhe: "Look, this fan is quite old, I will give you a few more."

Although not answered, it is better to answer.

Pei Zhe: "..."

Is it amazing to be rich?

After the officers and soldiers finished asking the buddy, they said a few words in Lin Jingkong's ear. Lin Jingkong frowned slightly, and stood up first: "Let's go."

He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Yun Wuyang who was holding the painting, and he smiled maliciously: "Child, do you dare to go to Tianxianglou?"

Yun Wuyang: "!"

The officers and soldiers laughed out loud, Yun Wuyang's face turned blue and white, and was about to scold, Lin Jingkong swaggered around and walked out, leaving no chance for him to argue.

Pei Zhe sighed: "Don't worry, he's just jealous of your youth."

Yun Wuyang was quite moved, and nodded heavily: "My lord!"

Pei Zhezi knocked on the table: "Put away the money, since Lin Jingkong wants to pay, it will save me money."

cost?What cost?Yun Wuyang looked confused, picked up two silver ingots, Pei Zhe caught a glimpse of his movement, and ordered: "Keep one."

Yun Wuyang: "?"

Pei Zhe patted the painting in his arms: "Pay for painting."

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.

Pei Zhe smacked his lips, it's really great to be rich.

He thought of Jin Lingjiu spending a lot of money in Pinxianglou, and he couldn't tell what it was like. He glanced at the painting Yun Wuyang was holding, and sighed faintly, robbing the rich, robbing the rich.

The Tianxiang Building in the daytime is not as lively as the nighttime, and there is no exaggerated act of attracting customers. In the early spring, the temperature is still a bit cold, and the beautifully dressed women are holding handkerchiefs, standing at the door curlingly, with faces on their faces. The powder was applied so thickly that one could smell the fragrance of the powder from five or six meters away, making one feel dizzy.

Lin Jingkong had a smile on his face, and stood at the door, waiting for Pei Zhe and Yun Wuyang who were behind: "Is Mr. Pei going in?"

Pei Tanhua has a brilliant literary talent. When he was in the capital, he also went to and from brothels. A casual poem or a half-piece of his song could make courtesans vie for it, and he was often regarded as a guest of honor by major brothels in the capital.

Without raising his eyelids, he asked instead, "Why didn't you go in?"

Lin Jingkong fiddled with the thumb on his thumb: "Lord Pei can guess the meaning of the word "Tianxiang", but he doesn't necessarily know the scene here. Tianxiang Tower is no more elegant than the brothels in the capital. It is neither elegant nor pleasant. The scent of fat and powder here can drown people, but it is not suitable for scholars like Mr. Pei, and it is even more inappropriate for children. "

When he said the last sentence, he looked at Yun Wuyang meaningfully.

Adding incense and grinding means elegance, but it only means that.

Lin Jingkong made it clear in his words that Tianxiang Tower is not an elegant place favored by literati. There are no harpsichords and flutes in it, only skin-to-skin dating, no high mountains and flowing water, only the joy of men and women.

It's a filthy place with an elegant shell, a real mess.

Sure enough, Pei Zhe hesitated.

Lin Jingkong had asked someone to inquire about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Master Shaoshi. Pei Zhe was a very contradictory person. One of the news was that when Pei Tanhua went to and from the place of fireworks, he chose elegant places that scholars liked. , I have never stayed overnight, and every time I go there alone, I stay for a piece of music.

So he concluded that Tanhualang, who was famous all over the world, had a rare character of a scholar, and would not like Goulan, a place of sex/desire.

"In that case, then--" the voice stopped abruptly, Pei Zhe looked at Tianxianglou in a daze, he frowned indistinctly, and suddenly sneered, "Let Commander Lin lead the way, I have to take a good look at it Take a look, what is the fragrance of powder that can drown people!"