Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Xia Qianqing's father worshiped the well-known Mr. Shao as his teacher in Luoyang in his early years, that is, Xiangquan's master Shao Yong.Shao Yong was still young at that time, and Qianqing's father was even younger.He does not do business properly, but is interested in numbers and fortune-telling, so he becomes a teacher.However, he gave up learning not long after, and instead started to do business, creating a Wanguan family business. After decades, he became the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River.

In this literary age, literati came forth in large numbers, especially in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, where there were countless romantic and talented scholars.Even though Qianqing was well educated, he knew a little about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry, but he was not interested. He was very talented but did nothing.

Qianqing is talented and intelligent, but he does not seek to make progress all day long, and ignores his family business.Xia's mother often complained that her son was a typical prodigal son.On the other hand, he was honest, curious, and adventurous.In terms of skills, archery is the best.

The Xia family has a big family and a great business. They can afford good bows and arrows and hire good masters.Archery is the only serious hobby of children, so the parents did not object to it at first, and even got out of hand.

Qianqing is very talented and interested. Over time, Xia Qianqing's archery skills are well-known in the south of the Yangtze River.However, he has no actual combat experience. As the war in the Northwest intensifies, Qianqing is also "ready to move". Naturally, his parents don't want their only son to have such thoughts, so they forbid him to carry a bow to hunt again.

There is no way to clean up, so I have to draw a bow and shoot arrows in my own yard, shoot down willow leaves or apricot blossoms during the day, or let the bow and arrow sink into the stone wall.

Even if he stays at home like this, his skills are getting more and more exquisite.

"Warring States Policy" has a saying: Go to the willow leaf and shoot it with a hundred steps, and you will hit it with a hundred shots.The leaves of willows can be shot off from a hundred steps away, that is, a hundred steps can penetrate the willow.And the description of the parachutist Li Guang "seeking the white feather in Pingming, but not in the stone edge" reflects the strength of his archery.

Everything can be done.

At this time, Qianqing, with a bow and arrow on his back, quietly walked back to the inn from the alley far away from the Yongcheng government office.He has observed the surrounding areas of the Yongcheng government office, and only this Fengshui inn has the best location.

And in the entire inn, the room with the best view is the room where Xiangquan lives.

Another room has a good view, next door to Xiangquan's room.Qianqing naturally chose the place where Xiangquan lived.

He entered the inn in the dark, and when he looked around, there was no one there, and the surroundings were pitch black.The short man with a sharp voice didn't know where he went, and he didn't want to disturb anyone, so he stepped on the stairs lightly and slipped up to the second floor, and pushed the door open with a creak.

The room was still exactly the same as the last time he was here.Qianqing stepped forward, opened the window a crack, and peeped outside.The quiet moonlight shines into the room in an instant, and sprinkles on the table through the window, dimly illuminating a small oil lamp and a gourd for tea on the table.

The wind is strong today, but it has reduced a lot at this time.Moreover, the orientation of the house is exactly leeward, and Ganqing is glad that the time and place are right, otherwise the window would be blown open by the wind, and things would be difficult to handle.

He listened to the whirring of the wind but could not hear the cicadas.Cicadas seem to have literally died out overnight.It is autumn now, and such a quiet night makes people feel a little cool.Qian Qing panicked.He carefully looked at the entire courtyard of Yongcheng government office, the moonlight was like water, and the courtyard was as bright as stagnant water, but the shadows of trees intertwined to cover the moonlight, the courtyard was not bright, only the shadows of trees swayed slightly.

Nothing out of the ordinary.Occasionally, a few sporadic lights drifted past, which were Yang Fuyin's servants rather than guards.

Looking from afar, the city is full of smog, but the lights are gradually going out.He knew that maybe it was some order from the adults. If the civet cats were attracted by lighting the lights again, the wind and fire would be more difficult to control, so the whole city turned off the lights.

Everyone thought that the strange thief in Tsing Yi fled to West Street, and lighting up the whole city was of no use.

Watching the whole city darken a little bit, there is a feeling of being eroded by blackness and not seeing the sun.Qian Qing suddenly felt short of breath, and his hands trembled slightly.

There are no people around the Yongcheng government office, but the West Street is brightly lit - Fireworks Alley, which is the street farthest from the Yongcheng government office, and it is played every night.I don't know how Mr. Zhao and the others are progressing?I'm afraid it's just a bamboo basket to fetch water.

Qianqing was in a state of disquiet, but the Yongcheng government office was still silent.He murmured in his heart, could he be wrong?

He looked down at the bow in his hand, it was made of Zhe wood, the lacquer was bright but without decoration, at first glance it was just an ordinary bow.However, the bow body of Zhemu is hard, and the buffalo horn is attached to the inner side of the bow arm, and the excellent beef spine tendon is glued with the glue made of yellow croaker swim bladder to get this bow.The seemingly ordinary combination is actually a murderous demon.

Gan Qing's hands trembled a little, he didn't intend to kill the Tsing Yi Bandit—killing, he didn't even think about it, he just hoped to shoot the Tsing Yi Bandit in the leg, so he was so inconvenient, he would definitely be captured.

Can he hit it?

The moon is bright but the wind is not clear, the autumn moon is pale, the face reflected in it is the same color as the bright moon, the lips are also pale, the nose looks straight, and the edges and corners of the face are more distinct.Although he was afraid, he did not lose his heroic spirit.

No matter what the result is, it's just this arrow.Such an important task belongs to him, Xia Qianqing.

Suddenly, the lights at the entrance of the Yamen in Yongcheng Mansion went out.It was so far away from him that he couldn't see why.While Qian Qing was watching with bated breath, he saw that another lamp had also gone out.

Qian Qingdun felt strange.The location of the light was at the main entrance of the Yongcheng government office, the light was extinguished strangely, and there was no sound, as if it was turned off by someone naturally.Every light is carried by the servants, so if it goes out like this, there must be something strange.

Then, another light went out, and it was pitch black from the gate to the yard of the Yongcheng government office.

Don't worry, what happened?

The courtyard of the government office is very old, and it is from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, just like the stone lanterns.The stone lanterns in the courtyard were still burning, and they were like small pavilions. They had good eyesight and could even see the lotus flower decorations on them.At this time, beside the stone lantern, a servant in gray clothes was holding a white lantern, as if he was doing a routine inspection, and the light just shone on the servant's face.

At that moment, Qianqing suddenly found a black shadow on the tree, right behind the servant.He was startled, and saw the black shadow jump down quickly, and slammed the servant's palm on the back of the head without a sound.

Qian Qing secretly exclaimed in a low voice, and the servant immediately fell down. The black shadow quickly covered the servant's mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and held the lantern with one hand—the movement was too fast, really too fast.After a while, the man blew out the lantern in the servant's hand, and then dragged him into the grass.

The black shadow moved so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, but the black shadow disappeared into the woods.

Seeing that there is the last servant left in the backyard of the government office.He walked slowly with a lantern in his hand, completely unaware that he was the only one still patrolling the Yongcheng government office.And the streets around the government office are no longer guarded by others.

Gan Qing secretly thought that something was wrong, but saw the black shadow appearing suddenly, and landed behind the last servant like a ghost.

In an instant, the famous servant fell to the ground.The black shadow's technique was as fast as before.This is the closest place to Qianqing, and the clang of the lantern falling to the ground can be heard clearly.

Under the illumination of the lights, the black shadow was no longer a black shadow.

You can see clearly.It was a man in blue and black clothes.

Judging by his height, he should be a man. Most of his face was covered by a veil, and the broken hair in front of his forehead blocked the light so that Qian Qing couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.He didn't comb his hair in a bun, but tied it up with a blue-black belt slightly, so it was convenient to move; he didn't carry a bow and crossbow, only a saber, but there was no totem on the scabbard, and he didn't bring anything else.

This person seemed to come from the dark night, and he was standing under the peach blossom tree at this time. The blue-black clothes were soft, as if they were the product of the interweaving of shadows and fallen leaves. Thus forming a picture that Qian Qing will never forget.

With agile skills, black hair, and cleanliness, he was surprised that the world-famous Tsing Yi Bandit was so young.

His hands trembled slightly, and he set up the Zhemu bow.

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