Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

This is the courtyard where Wangchuanlou is located, where Hongxin and Tourmaline are buried.The lake, the trees, the well, all the scenery stands safely, but when it is cleared, there will be inexplicable fear here.

Xiangquan limped ahead and came near the mouth of the well.

The well had been sealed, this time firmly sealed with slabs of stone.He circled the well, and then sat down on a stone in the bushes near the mouth of the well.The stone is behind a big tree, which is still hidden.Xiangquan sat down, and suddenly said: "Go find a good place and hide."

"Where do you want me to shoot?"

Xiang Quan straightened his clothes and spoke calmly, "I'm nearby."

"The city gate will open tomorrow," Qianqing said with a blank expression on his face, and began to quickly unload the bow and arrow box. Drunk—is that the end of the matter?"

Xiang Quan sneered: "Do you believe this is the ending?"

"I don't believe it." Qian Qing answered coldly, but couldn't hide the uneasiness in his heart.

Xiang Quan just smiled, and raised his hand to gently stroke the rough bark, as if that was the most important thing at this time.

"Even if things have come to this point, even if it makes everyone suffer, you still want to know the truth?"

Clean up all hands: "But right now, the incident has made no progress!"

"Actually, everything became clear after Fang Qian died, and everything is over."

Ganqing was stunned: "You mean, you know everything?"

Xiang Quan nodded, the moonlight passed through the gaps in the forest and cast mottled shadows on his white clothes, he smiled gently but coldly.

"The truth has already surfaced."

Qian Qing snorted disdainfully.Bored and bored, he picked up a stone and threw it into the lake. The water splashed everywhere, shimmering.He said with some resentment: "When will you tell me the truth?"

"immediately."

Qianqing has been to this small courtyard several times, and he has also seen the courtyard at night.Under the moon, the willow trees hang down thick branches, as if dripping dark green dyed with thick ink into the lake.The moon left a handful of clear round shadows in the black lake.Qianqing was playing with willows while thinking wildly.

Soon, what will happen?

What are you doing with your own bow and arrows?

Seeing his stupidity, Xiangquan said in a low voice: "The truth is doomed to exist, you can't hide from it, of course you have to learn to face it."

Qianqing raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Yo, Mr. Yi, do you want to teach me a lesson?"

"It's not me who taught you," Xiang Quan said with a stiff expression like a boulder under the moon, "There is someone else. You'd better pick a good seat, I don't know when your 'master' will come. The night is long, don't It's better to fall asleep."

Qianqing turned around to wait and see, only to see that the first floor of the Wangchuan building was slightly higher, covered by thick trees, but the view was not bad.Just about to leave, Xiang Quan suddenly said: "Tonight is a matter of life and death."

This sentence is like a stone entering a lake, causing waves, rippling away in the dark night, but the sparkling light adds to the coolness.

Qian Qing was startled, and pretended to be calm and said: "Of course I won't miss. Although I don't know what will happen, and I don't know what you want me to shoot."

Xiangquan bent his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice, he seemed to be always smiling tonight.That kind of smile is something I don't want to see.Ganqing was lying on the rotten wooden plank on the first floor of Wangchuan Building, and he could see Xiangquan in white clothes, staring into the distance like a statue.

He lay on his stomach quietly, sniffing the damp smell of the planks.Qian Qing didn't know how many hours he would have to wait here, and after a long time, he felt numb in his hands and feet.If the hand of the bow and arrow cannot exert force, it will definitely be difficult to shoot.So he moved slightly, leaning against the old pillar.

An hour passed like this.

I'm completely bored, how long will I have to wait?What are you going to do?The hall was noisy, but the night in the backyard was unusually quiet. After a long time, he fell asleep in a daze.

He didn't sleep deeply, just took a nap.Like a dream but not a dream, he thought of Fang Qian's face, red letter and tourmaline.What exactly killed the two women, what disease did they get, how did they die, what happened...

Gan Qing recalled the day Fang Qian died, scene after scene - the white cloth covering Fang Qian, people with sad faces, Xiang Quan sitting there, playing with the bottle in his hand...

Qianqing suddenly remembered that he had seen that bottle before.

Not only has he seen it, but he has also encountered it!

At this moment, Xiangquan threw a stone from a distance and hit him right on the head, and Ganqing suddenly woke up because of the pain.He hurriedly raised his head, wanting to speak to Xiangquan, but found that Xiangquan's expression was wrong.

What Qianqing was thinking about right now was the blue bottle!

At this moment, a person walked towards the side in the distance, crunching, stepping on the falling autumn leaves in the courtyard.It stands to reason that no one should come in the backyard.Xiangquan and Qianqing were able to come in because they had greeted the government in advance.

Ganqing felt nervous for a while, and swallowed the words when they reached his lips.He clenched the bow and arrow in his hand and looked at the figure.

The man approached slowly, and the light shone clearly on his face.The visitor's face was covered with a white cloth, and Xiangquan used a similar white cloth to cover his mouth and nose when he came to the mouth of the well that day.Even so, Gan Qing recognized the man's face.At this moment, he seemed to be struck by lightning, and it seemed that someone had grabbed his throat.

This face is so familiar.

The man walked in, walking steadily and gracefully.As if just passing by here.He stood beside the mouth of the well, but just stood there.Gan Qing thought he would open the well as hard as Fang Qian did.

But he didn't.

The man walked up to the tree by the well, holding a jug of wine in one hand and a lantern in the other.The lanterns are not ordinary, they are very delicate, a bit like the lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but they are all white.

The man put down the wine jar and tied the lantern to the tree as if he were treating it as a fine work of art.The light fell on his face again.

Ganqing gripped the bowstring tightly, he saw the face of the person coming.Ganqing knew in his heart that he had seen the blue bottle containing arsenic in Xiangquan's hand this morning.Not only that, but he knocked over.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Quan stood up suddenly at this time.Qian Qing was shocked, he thought that the two of them were hiding here, and one of them was just waiting for a rabbit.

Xiangquan walked unsteadily and limped towards the people who came.He stood up immediately, feeling suffocated, and wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but he couldn't make a sound.

When the visitor heard the noise, he immediately turned around alertly.When he saw Xiangquan, he was obviously shocked, but he was calm and didn't intend to move.The visitor watched slowly, and the light shone in his deep eyes, like an incomprehensible book, calm and serene but hiding too many things.

"The servants of the Xia family are named according to the 24 solar terms. As far as I know, there is no word 'Jingzhe' yet."

Xiang Quan spoke unexpectedly, and Gan Qing was taken aback, there was absolutely no reason for him to say this.

The person who came was silent for a while, and then replied loudly: "'Jingzhe', spring thunder sprouts and revives all things, it is the beginning of spring, and the meaning is good." He then sighed, "The beginning of spring, a new beginning... Mr. Yi, why is this? ?”

"Xiao Ze can go to Xia's family to be a servant first, and Xia's family will not treat her badly. She will have to fight for her own way in the future. Do you have this intention, sir?"

"Jingzhe...it's really suitable." After finishing speaking, Fu Shangxing slowly took off the white cloth on his face.He stood motionless, his black hair was like a cloud of smoke, and he stood erect beside the tree, facing the wind.The eyes have no focal length, as if nothing happened, the silence is like the deep water of the Black Lake.

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