Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

Gan Qing felt a little relieved, but he also complained: "Anyway, there are only two possibilities now. First, you know almost everything, but you are the only one. If I were the murderer, I wish I could beat you to death with a stick, and it would be over once and for all!"

Xiangquan still smiled, as if nothing could anger him.

Qianqing spit and stared: "The second possibility is that you don't know anything. In my opinion, you can't know either—because there are too few clues! I didn't bring back any information when I went to West Street last time. What's more, you have never experienced it yourself! How can a person who has never seen the scene and only listened to other people's descriptions know the truth of the matter in just a few days? Don't say that I look down on you. Such people."

Xiangquan sighed: "We really haven't seen each other for several years."

Xiangquan's answers to every sentence were very short, and he didn't say anything.Seeing that his mouth was stiff, Gan Qing turned around abruptly and planned to leave.

"But I still want to trust you again. I went there to satisfy my curiosity. After this time, don't let Mr. Xia run errands for you!"

Xiang Quan looked at him indifferently: "If you are curious, treat it like watching a play, and you don't have to participate in this matter. Human life is no small matter, and the truth is always more sad than what is sung in the play. How can it be child's play?"

Xiang Quan's words were neither painful nor itchy, but Gan Qing heard something strange and harsh: "What do you mean! You look down on me—"

Xiang Quan smiled and shook his head.

"Are you not afraid that the criminal is someone you know?"

Gan Qing was stunned, and after a long time to react, he threw the letter on the table, put his hands on his hips, and stared wide-eyed: "You said I knew the criminal? Are you kidding me!"

"I didn't say that." Xiang Quan slowed down, and the tone of these six words was drawn out.

"Okay, okay!" Qianqing was in a panic, picked up the letter and pushed open the door to leave, shouting angrily, "You don't know anything, you just want me to run errands—"

Xiang Quan suddenly stopped him.

"Excuse me, do you believe that someone can catch fish with reeds for weaving and knotting without hooks and bait?"

Qianqing heard him talking nonsense again: "Fishing with reeds? What nonsense are you talking about again, how is it possible?"

He gave a dry laugh, left without looking back, and closed the door with a bang.

"Really..." Xiangquan smiled gently.Just beside his saber was tied an inconspicuous straw rope with many tiny knots tied on it.

It is extremely difficult to tie such a knot on such a soft grass.The end of the straw rope was precisely split into strands, forming a strange pattern with small knots, which looked like an exquisite work of art.

"The unexpected can happen..."

Xiang Quan murmured, put down the straw rope, picked up the book at hand and slowly opened it.

And Qian Qing left the clinic, sighing deeply.It has to be said that Xiang Quan's words had an impact on him.There was something in Yi Xiangquan's words, implying that someone was involved in the whole incident, and someone he knew completely.

Who is it?

I don't know anything about it.Thinking about it so carefully, the matter in the Yongcheng government office is too strange.

Take the day when Qian Qing and Xiang Quan met the Tsing Yi Robber as an example.The Tsing Yi Bandit deliberately tricked Fang Qian into setting aside the guards, and the layout was meticulous and well-organized—this was obviously only done by insiders.The strange bandit in Tsing Yi must have sneaked into the Yamen of Yongcheng Mansion to set up a shop, or there may be spies in the Yamen.

Xiangquan had already said that there was an inner ghost in the yamen.

Ganqing felt cold and sweaty, and secretly comforted himself "it won't be like this".However, the dozens of guards are all from the frontiers, risking their lives and fighting bloody battles, why would they contact the Tsing Yi Bandit?Thinking about it again, no matter who it is, it must not be someone who lives in Yongcheng on weekdays--the ordinary people of Yongcheng, who are going to hook up with the blue-clothed bandits?

Thinking of this, Gan Qing was even more sure that Yi Xiangquan was just talking nonsense to tease him.Heaving a sigh of relief, he strolled to the East Street.

The sun is shining today, so it's not too late to take a rest and run errands.

He went to the small restaurant and used some stone pulp soup, but he really couldn't eat it, and he heard the waiter next to him muttering: "The shopkeeper Zhou of the Fengshui Inn has already brought it home, who is still doing business now? We are still open Make some money!"

When Ganqing heard this, he said "cough cough" with a serious face, and knocked on the table, Xiao Er hurried over with a charming smile on his face.

Gan Qing frowned, and took another spoonful of soup into his mouth: "When does shopkeeper Zhou stop doing business?"

Xiaoer didn't dare to talk nonsense: "The strange thief in Tsing Yi hurried home in the afternoon after stealing."

Qianqing felt strange, but he couldn't think of what was strange.After throwing down a few copper coins, he strode away.When they were far away, a few waiters hurried over to count the money, and after counting, they started laughing and chatting.

"Tsk tsk, what a blast! Fortunately, the Great God of Wealth Xia didn't make fun of us today, otherwise we would have been punished."

The other mistress sneered: "That's right, whoever he is looking for is unlucky. Who knows what he asked the shopkeeper for that day? Shopkeeper Zhou left the Fengshui inn that day and left, leaving no one in the shop."

"No one is watching the store, so you're not afraid of losing things?"

Xiao Er shook his head: "Is there anything to lose? Big thieves don't steal small things."

Naturally, Qianqing did not hear this, and he had already forgotten that when he went to the Fengshui inn to find Xiangquan, he saw a shrill, ugly and short waiter.Qianqing didn't care about this humble character.He didn't know that this person was the key to unraveling the Yongcheng incident.

A few months later, when the shop waiter and Qian Qing met in Bianjing, Qian Qing realized how big a mistake he had made.

This is all for later.

Now, Qian Qing is walking lazily, running to West Street by the afternoon sun.Xiangquan's letter instructed him to ask Fu Yin Yang some things.

Yang Fuyin was drinking tea alone in the room.This wing room is specially arranged by Yang Fuyin for resting. It is simple but comfortable. It is hung with high-quality blue and white soft gauze curtains. Served with lukewarm ginseng whiskers tea.Yang Fuyin likes a comfortable and rich life but dare not extravagant luxury.Ganqing looked at him, and he was also tired.

Ganqing admits that he is not a good official, but he is not bad either.Yang Fuyin did nothing, but Yongcheng was finally at peace.

He sat in the ebony grand teacher's chair chubbyly, and looked embarrassed when he saw that he was clean.Gan Qing exchanged pleasantries with him, and it was obvious that Yang Fu Yin was also nervous, Gan Qing pointed at the tea and said with a casual smile: "Of course it is good to use some ginseng tea when white dew, but wouldn't it be better to just use a good teaspoon? "

He took out a golden teaspoon from his pocket, and continued to politely say, "Is that right, Fu Yin Yang?"

The gold teaspoon is exquisite and small, but the golden light looks extremely incompatible with the black porcelain.

Yang Fuyin coughed and sighed, "Young Master Xia, you can ask anything you want to know. Since there is no progress now, it's good to report back to Mr. Yi and ask Mr. Yi to help you."

Ganqing spread out Xiangquan's note for a look, and said, "Uh...do you often come to West Street, my lord?"

Yang Fuyin stared, the flesh on his face trembled: "Me? How could I come to this place of fireworks?"

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