Chapter 17 Seventeen, peaches and plums
Qi Teng's parents have passed away, and although there are clan members in the family, they are all offshoots and have no influence, so when Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin passed by, they only saw a few distant relatives fighting for things, and the righteous posture of each of them was almost overwhelmed. The things in his house are regarded as belongings.
Zhou Ziqin was dumbfounded, and shouted at everyone on the field: "Which of you is in charge? Come out quickly, the government is questioning you!"
Those people froze for a moment, then turned around at the same time, and continued to pack things swiftly.
Huang Zixia walked to the middle of the patio and shouted loudly: "Listen up! Qi Teng's case is no small matter, and now the government has sealed up all the belongings in the house. If any of you take one away, you will embezzle official property without authorization and hinder the government from handling the case! If you are lightly punished with a rod, or if you are severely imprisoned, which one of you dares to act rashly?"
The few people were frightened immediately, quickly dropped the things in their hands, and obediently retreated to the corridor, while spreading their hands to indicate that they didn't take anything.
Huang Zixia asked again: "Where is the housekeeper? Who is in charge here?"
An old man standing at the side door who also spread his arms hurriedly ran over, nodded and bowed his waist and said: "Little man Qi Fu, he usually manages the internal and external affairs here, and has met the two officials!"
"Old man, let's talk here." Huang Zixia said, motioning him and herself to go to the small hall next to him.
The small hall here is quite uniquely arranged. There is a small rockery in front of it. There is a stream of clear water under the rockery, and the moss on the rocks is green. There is a lush osmanthus tree planted there.
After Qi Fu poured tea for them, he lamented: "Judge Qi and I are also distant relatives. Last year when he came back to his hometown to see me, he knew that I had a little understanding of human relations. He also said that after he became a judge, he needed a competent person by his side, so he let me I came here to help him with his affairs. I came over to see that there was no one in the mansion, only people from our clan who followed. It turned out that the housekeeper had dirty hands and feet, and several servants had been arrested. He chased them away. Here, the first few were all found after I returned to the clan."
Zhou Ziqin asked: "They are all of the same family. They just died yesterday, so today they divide things?"
Qi Fu sneered: "Well... Anyway, Judge Qi has no close relatives. When other people from the clan come, shouldn't they be divided up... We usually serve him, and we have to work hard without credit. We should take more, that's what we should do. Is it, hehe..."
Zhou Ziqin was speechless at his upright appearance.
Huang Zixia asked again: "Judge Qi works here, who do you associate with on a daily basis?"
"He is busy every day. He mostly stays in the Jiedu Mansion. When he goes home and stays, he leaves early and returns late. He is the magistrate of the Jiedu Mansion at a young age. Is such a big official so great? Our Qi clan has only had such a high-ranking official for so many years. what……"
Huang Zixia turned the topic back unrelentingly: "Old man, please think about it carefully, who else does he associate with on a daily basis, other than people from the Jiedu Mansion? This matter is related to whether the case of Judge Qi can be found quickly. The real murderer, please help us remember."
Only then did Qi Fu think carefully, and then said: "The judge often goes to Master Mu Shan to talk about Buddhism, and Master Mu Shan also came to our house for dinner. Does this... count?"
It was Master Mu Shan again.Huang Zixia immediately asked: "It turns out Judge Qi likes Buddhism?"
Qi Fu was a little confused, and said, "I don't know about that, I don't even know which temple Master Mu Shan is in."
Huang Zixia asked again: "Apart from the mage?"
Qi Fu seemed to be really ignorant of Qi Teng's daily communication, showing hesitation.
Huang Zixia had no choice but to ask again: "There is a man named Yuxuan, I wonder if the old man has any impression?"
Qi Fu let out an "ah" and quickly said: "There is such a person! He also lived here for two or three days. He seemed to commit suicide and was rescued by Judge Qi. Master Mu Shan also came to see him at that time. What happened, when the three of them were talking in the room, Magistrate Qi dropped the porcelain cup he kept the fish in, and asked Young Master Yu to return his fish to himself!"
fish.Huang Zixia keenly grasped this key point, and immediately asked: "I heard that Judge Qi likes to raise fish?"
"I like it, not necessarily. It's just that Judge Qi is particularly proud of the fish he raised. He said that Master Mu Shan accidentally got it from Beijing and brought it back for him. It was originally a species from the Western Regions, which is very rare in Central Earth. "
Huang Zixia asked again: "He asked Yuxuan to return the fish to him, so he gave the fish to Yuxuan? Would he be willing to give such a rare fish to others?"
"That's right. It seems that the relationship between Judge Qi and Yuxuan has not reached this point. I also think it is unlikely that he would give away something he likes so much. The judge once boasted to us that this fish can live for a hundred years. When he was young, he filled a jar of clear water in the tomb, and asked Xiaoyu to go with him... Now that I think about it, this is really unlucky, no wonder he... Sigh!" Qi Fu sighed, with some wounds on his face With a sad expression, his eyes just kept looking at the utensils displayed in the hall, especially the gold-plated, silver-inlaid, and jade-inlaid ones, his saliva almost flowed down.
Huang Zixia asked some more about Yuxuan, but Qi Fu only remembered the superficiality, saying that during the few days he lived here temporarily, he lay motionless like a dead person, and after he regained consciousness, he let him stay in the mansion by himself. The person took himself back.He was stunned and didn't hear him make a sound.
Seeing that he couldn't say anything, Huang Zixia asked, "So, where does Magistrate Qi usually do his business? Have you left any documents?"
"They are all in the study, please follow me." Qi Fu turned around and led them to a small pavilion behind.There are bookshelves and cases here, as well as several hanging paintings, which depict roses, azaleas, narcissus, and a green pine.
Huang Zixia stood in front of the painting of pine trees, looking at the three or four green pine trees above, sitting alone and playing the piano.The man put the qin on his knees and waved his fingers lightly, beside which was written "Wave for me, like listening to the pines in ten thousand valleys".
Zhou Ziqin looked at the painting behind her and said, "It seems... a bit weird."
"It's a bit weird. If it's a picture of hydrangeas, it might be more suitable." Huang Zixia said.
Qi Fu let out a "Huh" and said, "Exactly, what was hung here before was a hydrangea flower."
"What about the hydrangea painting now?" Zhou Ziqin asked.
"I don't know about this... I don't know when the hydrangea was replaced by a pine tree—wait a moment." Qi Fu said, walked to the door and shouted outside: "Ah Gui, Ah Gui!"
A boy in his 14th or 15th year ran over: "Fubo, what's the matter?"
"Didn't you help the master take care of the study? Where's the hydrangea painting?"
The boy tilted his head to look at the painting of pine trees, puzzled: "How do I know? Maybe the master thinks the pine tree looks better, so he changed it."
"Get out!" Qi Fu waved him away, then turned his head and smiled at them apologetically: "It seems that the master changed it himself, and we are servants, so we have to follow him, right?"
It seems that this Qi Teng has no way to manage his family. Once he died, the house is now in chaos and there is no way to investigate.
Huang Zixia had no choice but to signal Qi Fu to quit, and he and Zhou Ziqin searched for clues in the room.Zhou Ziqin immediately went to look through the bookshelves and drawers. Huang Zixia walked around the room and saw something in the wastebasket, so he reached out and took it out.
It is a dark blue purse.This purse is stable in color and old in style, and the Agapanthus embroidered on it is also rigid and lacking in spirit, it looks like poor embroidery work.
Huang Zixia picked up the purse, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully.Zhou Ziqin came over to take a look, and said, "It's probably an old purse, the color has dimmed, so it was discarded by Qi Teng."
Huang Zixia shook her head and said, "Although the color of this purse is calm, the pattern of white lotus on it is only used by women, implying many children. Do you think Judge Qi would use such a fancy pattern?"
Zhou Ziqin scratched his hair embarrassingly: "But why do girls use such old-fashioned colors?"
"Girls don't, but older women sure do, don't they?"
Zhou Ziqin opened his mouth into a round shape: "So... is it his mother's relic?"
Huang Zixia was a little helpless: "Mother's relics were thrown in the wastebasket? Besides, Judge Qi came from a wealthy family, and his mother used this kind of handbag? Is it necessary as a relic?"
Zhou Ziqin blinked and asked, "Then..."
"Have you forgotten what Tang Zhuniang's nephew Tang Sheng once said? At that time, Tang Zhuniang took out a little purse, but then stuffed it back, saying that she should take it back to make a pair of silver hairpins—and she We checked her belongings after death, but we didn't find the purse, did we?"
Zhou Ziqin suddenly realized: "When the murderer pushed her off the cliff, he took her purse away!"
"Very likely, it's this purse." Huang Zixia said while holding the empty purse.
"However, Judge Qi is so rich, why would he rob that servant girl?" Zhou Ziqin thought for a while, and then said, "Then... maybe it's also possible that someone else took advantage of the money to rob on the mountain road, and then this purse was stolen. Judge Qi just picked it up?"
"If you rob, the bag will definitely be turned into a mess. How could the clothes inside be neatly folded? The opponent obviously came straight for this purse. After subduing her, he took the purse in her bag Take it away, and then push her directly off the cliff."
Zhou Ziqin suddenly understood: "Her nephew!"
Huang Zixia was powerless: "If her nephew was really so cruel, he would have snatched her purse when he saw her take it back in Shuangxi Lane. Would he have to drive so far later to kill his aunt to steal the money?"
Zhou Ziqin asked again: "But why did Judge Qi rob Tang Zhuniang's purse? Why did he throw it away after he robbed it?"
"Of course it's because the purse is not important, but the things inside are very important—maybe it will reveal your identity."
Huang Zixia said, put away the purse and handed it to him.
Zhou Ziqin put away the purse, and when he looked up and saw outside, he quickly pulled her and said, "Look, look."
Huang Zixia saw that Qi Fu's group was secretly hiding things again, so she casually said, "Forget it, let's find what we need first."
"But what do we need?" Zhou Ziqin said, following her aimlessly.
Huang Zixia took out a slightly dark yellow piece of paper from a thick stack of documents and put it in front of him: "For example, this."
Zhou Ziqin glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Zhong will write in handwriting?"
"Moreover, it's a letter from the ninth day of December in the first year of Jiaping, signed by Shangshu Lang Zhonghui," Huang Zixia put it on the table, and said lightly, "This should be the one that Wen Yang asked Yuxuan to study. Seal the manuscript."
"It's so strange... how could this thing be here? Isn't it Wen Yang's?" Zhou Ziqin picked it up and looked at it, then stretched out his head to look at the other letterheads in her hand, "What are these?"
Huang Zixia spread out the letters in front of him: "Golden paper, Xue Taojian, peach blossom seal, what do you think?"
Zhou Ziqin leaned his head to take a closer look, but he smelled a scent of powder.He hesitated and asked, "These can't be...the so-called love letters?"
"It's a love letter, and it's all a letter from a romantic woman." Huang Zixia said, and took a look at one of them. It said:
Zhou Ziqin was moved immediately, and said: "Although the poem may not be good, it is rare that the affection in this poem is touching..."
"This kind of poem is that they find a person who is proficient in writing and ink in their courtyard, and then write a poem for each girl. When the girls meet a benefactor who likes elegance, they write it and give it to him. It's just to win the reputation of a talented woman. As Huang Zixia said, he took out a few other sheets of paper and looked at them. Sure enough, they were almost all of these routines, such as Si Lang, Resentful Lang, Lang Panlang, and so on. "Trying the pen under the candle" and "Xiaoyu makeup into a rhyme", each of them is more sincere and euphemistic than the other.
Zhou Ziqin was amazed, and a little bit rejoiced and said with fear: "Fortunately, Ziyan didn't marry such a person, otherwise she would die of anger in the future."
Huang Zixia was also a little curious about his younger sister: "Her husband-to-be passed away, must be very sad now?"
"No, I'm actively looking for the next candidate," Zhou Ziqin said, his hands stopped suddenly, and he pulled out a Xuelang note from the stack of papers, "Huh... this one is a bit strange."
Huang Zixia took it over, and found that the elegant blue Fang Shengwen was printed on the Xuelang paper, compared with other letter papers with lingering flowers and willows, it had a special interest in washing off makeup.
She read the text above and found that it was also different from the others——
Zhou Ziqin covered his face, with a look of disgust: "This is a patchwork, and the writing is too bad... Why don't you find someone who writes better."
Huang Zixia pointed to the inscription below, and said, "Don't look at the poems, look here."
Zhou Ziqin took a closer look, and there seemed to be no difference: "Yeyouyuan Songfeng admires Zijin deeply."
"Yeyouyuan...Songfeng?" Zhou Ziqin seemed to chew on something different.
"Well, do you remember what Fan Yuanlong said last time, that he went to the night tour courtyard to find a young lady? So, I think this should be a...masculine place in Chengdu's mansion."
Zhou Ziqin's mouth opened into a circle, his face glowing with excitement: "So, we can go to the Fengyue place in the name of official business? Or...is it still male? Oh, my parents are strict, I’ve never been to that kind of place, so I’m nervous when I think about it, what should I do?”
Huang Zixia didn't see any tension on his face at all, only excitement and anticipation.She thought for a while, put down the letter and walked out, saying, "I have to go back first."
Zhou Ziqin hurriedly followed: "What are you going back for?"
She lowered her head a little guilty, and said, "Go and report to King Kui first."
Zhou Ziqin nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, if an eunuch goes to the Fengyue place, if he doesn't make it clear to his boss in advance, how can he reimburse the public funds in the future?"
After thinking about it again, he chased after him again: "Hey, hey, Chonggu, that's wrong! Anyway, the yamen pays the money, so why do you have to explain it to King Kui?"
When I arrived at Li Shubai's place to take a look, the scene was very embarrassing. An old steward of the Jiedu Mansion was walking out with a few beauties. When he saw Huang Zixia and the others coming, he quickly greeted him with a flattering smile: "Oh, Eunuch Yang, you are back?" Huang Zixia looked at the group of beauties behind him, and immediately knew what was going on, so he just nodded and didn't speak. "Fan Jiedu was worried that the lord would be lonely in the distance, and no one would play the piano to add fragrance, so he bought a few excellent sons from a good family, but the lord didn't seem to like it..." Huang Zixia said: "My lord has always been obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't like to be close to others. It's the same in the palace. Liu Guanshi doesn't need to choose a maid anymore." Liu Guanshi suddenly realized: "So that's the case. Then I will find some good-looking teenagers over in a few days." "Hey, that's not what I meant..." Before Huang Zixia could stop him, Guanshi Liu, who thought he knew the secret, had already left with the group of girls excitedly. Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin looked at each other, both showing toothache. Hearing what they said when they came back, Li Shubai also showed a helpless expression: "Leave them alone, anyway, it's not easy to put people around me." Zhang Xingying said with a solemn expression: "Although I am only one person, I will defend the safety of the prince to the death!" Li Shubai glanced at him, and said flatly: "The Jiedu envoys from several nearby towns have also come, and I will meet with them today. There are a few of them who I once commanded in Xuzhou back then, and I will choose a few who know their roots. You don't have to carry it alone, it's too tiring." "Subordinate..." Zhang Xingying scratched her hair, not knowing how to answer. Huang Zixia knew that he was a solid person, and he usually stuttered when he spoke, not to mention how many layers of meaning Li Shubai said, how could he understand.So she hurriedly said: "In the afternoon, I have to take a leave of absence and go to Wutong Street with Zhou Ziqin." To Huang Zixia's surprise, Li Shubai didn't respond at all, he just waved his hand and said, "Go." She was a little hesitant, but Zhou Ziqin thought that Li Shubai didn't know where Wutong Street was, so he added: "It's that... Wutong Street, the most famous romantic place in Chengdu." Li Shubai nodded, stood up and was about to go out: "Yes." Huang Zixia was worried, observing Li Shubai's expression, but he seemed to be indifferent, and asked: "Qi Teng's death, is there any clue now?" "There is some, but not enough." Huang Zixia nodded, remembering that he had brought the testimony of a group of them before, so he showed it to him, and said, "After the prince left that day, we cross-examined everyone present. , here is the confession." Li Shubai took it, and scanned each one very quickly, with only one glance at each one, and then stopped on Yuxuan's one. Huang Zixia leaned over to him and leaned over to look at the oral testimony, but found nothing missing. She pondered for a moment and looked at Li Shubai, only to find that his eyes were fixed on the palm print of Yu Xuan's seal at the end of the confession. superior. As a rule, when interrogating persons involved in a case, there are special personnel to take notes, and sign and press fingerprints after writing, so as to be true and correct, so as not to prevent people from talking nonsense and affecting official affairs. Yuxuan's palms are long and slender, and the joints are well-proportioned, which is a very beautiful mark. She was staring slightly in a daze, but heard Li Shubai's voice, speaking softly, as if sighing: "I have seen this handprint before." Huang Zixia was stunned, and asked in a low voice: "My lord has seen... his handprint?" "What's strange, I am also the Minister of Dali Temple. Although I usually leave the affairs to Chun Zhan, I don't care too much, but I have read all the closed case files." He glanced at her, and then said lightly, "Everyone The handprints are all different. The three main lines and countless fine lines of the palm are hard to change after birth. That's why the law stipulates that the handprints and palm prints are used to cut off the attempts of cunning people to take advantage of loopholes. " "But...there are so many palm prints, can the prince really...remember all of them with a glance?" Huang Zixia asked in disbelief. Zhou Ziqin was elated because he was going to Wutong Street, and immediately came up wagging his tail to flatter him: "My lord is a genius, of course I remember, if you don't believe me, I will show you the proof!" As he spoke, he took out a sheet from the stack of files that Li Shubai had read just now, covered everything except a palm print, and asked: "Your Highness, do you still remember who this palm print is?" Li Shubai glanced at it, and said: "Wu Jiying, a servant of the Shijun's mansion, is responsible for sweeping the Xiyuan and also works as a gardener's tool." Huang Zixia felt that she really wanted to worship the person in front of her.It's amazing to be able to remember everything you've seen with your eyes just like that. Her eyes fell on Yu Xuan's confession, hesitating, and asked: "Then...the prince has seen, where is Yu Xuan's handprint?" Li Shubai frowned, thinking for a moment.It wasn't until Zhang Xingying changed his clothes and ran to wait outside the door that he suddenly let out a soft "oh" and said, "Two years ago, when I was just concurrently serving as Minister of Dali Temple, in order to familiarize myself with the affairs, I sent ten I have read all the case files during the year. His fingerprints appeared on a file in Chang'an Guangdefang five years ago." Huang Zixia asked again: "What about the others?" "He shouldn't be a prisoner, but... I didn't pay attention at the time, and it's really not clear." He glanced at her and said slowly. Huang Zixia was thoughtful, her lips parted slightly, and she wanted to say something, but stopped again. He didn't even look at her, and first fed two pieces of fish food to the small fish in the glazed cup on the desk. After seeing it devoured and remained as quiet in the glass cup as before, he said, "I'm going first. If there are other clues, I will Will tell you again." Huang Zixia felt that he didn't seem to be unable to remember, but he refused to say clearly, there must be a reason. As she was thinking, her mind suddenly flashed like lightning, and she couldn't help calling out: "My lord..." Li Shubai looked back at her. "Back then, when we first met, in the carriage..." She finally understood what she had been wondering about for a long time, and couldn't help but her heartbeat became chaotic, "You looked at my palm and immediately guessed identify me, recognize me as..." Li Shubai smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Your palm prints are on many files." Huang Zixia couldn't help but also lowered her head and laughed, and said, "I'll just say...how can a person's life be seen from the palm prints." He saw that both Zhang Xingying and Zhou Ziqin had walked out of the hall, and she was close at hand, looking at him with a raised face and a smile on her face. He didn't know if it was because of the slight throbbing heat in his chest, but he didn't understand it himself, so he raised his hand and flicked her forehead between her eyebrows, saying, "I'm always smart, but I'm always confused." She raised her hand to press the center of her brow, and yelled with a smile, "Oh." They smiled and looked at each other, and after a while, they suddenly seemed to understand, feeling a little embarrassed. He turned his head and said hurriedly, "I'm leaving." "Yes..." She also lowered her head, not daring to lift it up again.
Zhou Ziqin never thought about why Huang Zixia's cheeks were always reddish after he left the Jiedu Ambassador's mansion.Now he only thinks about exploring the unknown world, and said excitedly: "Look, I don't think the lord would care if you go to Huajie and Liuxiang - anyway, you just follow me to open your eyes..." When we arrived at Indus Street, it was almost dinner time, and the sky was a little dark. Standing on Wutong Street, Zhou Ziqin looked at the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, which could not be seen from head to toe. The street was full of lights, feasting and feasting, and he was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "Chonggu, do you know? I am very excited now!" Huang Zixia could only give him a blank stare: "Let's go." The Fengyue venues on Wutong Street are all filed with the government, and they can be regarded as open for business.When several old bustards standing on the street saw them, they came over to recruit them openly, boasting how beautiful their daughter was. Zhou Ziqin raised his hand uprightly to stop them: "We are going to the night tour courtyard today." "Ouch..." Their faces were all wrinkled into rags immediately, "You are so beautiful, you guys, so this one is so good—here, there are two old peach trees planted at the end of the street." Contrary to their expectations, the business of the Night Tour House is really good.When they entered, they saw that there were already people playing, singing and drinking in many rooms, and some of them sang very well. Zhou Ziqin stopped and listened for a while, with a sense of satisfaction that "he has seen the world today". Huang Zixia was quite normal, and asked the Guigong who came to greet him: "Is Songfeng there?" Mr. Gui hurriedly said: "I am here, come out immediately, the two of you... just ask someone to accompany you?" Zhou Ziqin looked at Huang Zixia who was silent, and could only pat his chest: "Yes, we just... just like to ask someone to accompany us!" Seeing that these two people looked quite arrogant, Mr. Gui hurriedly informed them to go in, and Songfeng came out immediately, serving them tea and water, incense and playing the qin.When he was about to sing "Acacia Tune", Huang Zixia stopped him and asked, "You must have been here for many years, right? Do you usually have any guests?" Songfeng said in a soft voice: "Unfortunately, the villain has been wandering for six years. Usually there are many regular customers, but there are really few people with talents and looks like the two of you!" Depend on.Although Huang Zixia was tall and slender, Songfeng was a man after all, half a head taller than her. At this time, the way he leaned over with lowered eyebrows and the way the little bird leaned towards him seemed awkward no matter how you looked at it. Zhou Ziqin pulled him over with an upright face, and motioned him to sit properly.Songfeng looked aggrieved and asked, "How long will you two hang around?" Zhou Ziqin was full of righteousness and shouted: "I don't want to dawdle with you, I just want to ask you, that..." Speaking of this, he realized that because he was too busy seeing the world, he even forgot the reason why he came here, so he could only look at Huang Zixia pitifully. Huang Zixia said: "Actually, we didn't come here to seek pleasure. It's just that a friend had an accident recently, so we came here to inquire about some things. I wonder if there are any famous people in Chengdu among your regular customers?" Satsukaze immediately vented his anger, leaned lazily on the table and looked at them with his chin resting, and said: "Nonsense, I am famous for Satsukaze, and there are not many people in Chengdu who like me? Don't say anything else, the festival In the Dufu, there are people who take care of me..." Zhou Ziqin blurted out: "Qi judge in Jiedu Mansion?" Song Fengfei rolled his eyes at him and said, "Who is Judge Qi? I'm talking about..." He lowered his voice, and the ostentatious expression between his brows almost blinded the eyes of both of them: "You can't tell it, he is the son of Master Fan, the Jiedu envoy, and he came to take care of me once..." Huang Zixia silently recalled the appearance of that Fan Yuanlong, and then handed the letter in his sleeve that he found in Qi Teng's room to him: "Did you write this?" Matsukaze glanced and nodded: "Yes." "Do you remember who it was written to?" Matsukaze said a little distressed: "How do I know this? Some Liu Sheng wrote this poem. I usually write it about fifty or sixty times scatteredly. Many customers like arty ones, as if It’s like having a whore who can write poetry is a higher style.” Zhou Ziqin asked again: "Do you still remember who they are?" Song Feng looked at him with the eyes of an idiot: "Guest officer, do you think there will be? Our guests, except for foreigners, are not afraid. Locals usually come here quietly at night, and few of them are willing to reveal their names. Mostly they say they are called 'Li Jia', 'Wang Da' and 'Liu Er'. Unless they are regular customers, they will only get a name after a lot of contacts. The son of Fan Jiedu was also accompanied by others, so I vaguely followed them. I know it in my mouth." Huang Zixia asked directly: "So, you actually don't know who you gave it to?" "If you want, I can also write one for you." Matsukaze said with a smile. The much-disliked Zhou Ziqin said unyieldingly: "Think about it again, have you forgotten..." "So, Wen Yang, do you know?" Huang Zixia asked. Songfeng let out a "hey" and said, "I know him. We have been regular customers for three or four years, which is different from others. Oh, by the way, he also said that he likes my name the most. , Shan Yuezhao plays the piano——I play the piano well too, do you want to listen to it?" Huang Zixia shook his head and asked, "So, he must have this poem too?" Song Feng covered his mouth with a smile and said: "Yes, I wrote this poem to him. At that time, he shook his head and said, there is a big difference between people. I was not convinced, and asked me It’s worse than anyone else, but he only touched my hair and said, even I can only look up to him, what can you think about.” When he said this, there was no gloomy look on his face, and he still said with a smile: "I think so, I am a servant, who would think that I am better than anyone else? He is not a master, and he is not Do you have someone you admire in your heart?" Huang Zixia lowered her eyes silently, pondered for a long time, then turned her head to look at Zhou Ziqin whose jaw dropped from shock, and said, "Let's go." Zhou Ziqin was still in astonishment. Seeing that she had stood up and walked out, he hurried to catch up, grabbed her sleeve and asked anxiously: "Chonggu, why are you so calm? Did you hear that? That Wen Yang who died for love, he , He likes men!" "Yes, I understand." Huang Zixia nodded. Zhou Ziqin was a little depressed: "With your calm face, you must have known it a long time ago! You don't tell me anything, how can we be good friends?" Huang Zixia said lightly: "When the people from the poetry club speak, you should be aware of it." "What? Why don't I know what they said?" Huang Zixia was also helpless towards Zhou Ziqin. Just as he was thinking, Songfeng had already caught up with them, grabbed their sleeves, and shouted at them: "Don't go—" Zhou Ziqin was baffled, seeing that he was still holding onto his arm, he quickly shook him off and asked, "What are you doing?" Unexpectedly, Songfeng was light and weak, and was thrown by him, and immediately fell to the ground, his forehead was broken, and he shouted: "Come here, come here! These two guests will drink tea without paying. I ran away, and I was beaten when I blocked it!" The thugs raised by the Yeyou Yard immediately picked up sticks and rushed out, Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't know that drinking tea here costs money..." Before the words were finished, several sticks were smashed down without any explanation. Zhou Ziqin stepped forward and blocked Huang Zixia's blow, grinning his teeth in pain: "Too bad Chonggu, will he die here today?" "Then show your identity!" Huang Zixia growled. "What's so bright? If my parents know that I'm visiting brothels on the pretext of business, I might as well die here!" Before they could say a few words, a few more people rushed out with sticks. Zhou Ziqin was quick to wit, and shouted, "I have money! Can't I pay?" "We have to collect the money, so what do you say when you beat us? Just let you off like this, how can our night tour house gain a foothold on this street?" Mr. Gui yelled, and the thugs immediately surrounded him, and the sticks in their hands fell together. Just when they were squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, someone suddenly rushed in from outside, and with a flick of their legs, half of them flew out with sticks in their hands, while the other half flew out with sticks. The man stood in front of them, tall and majestic, and stood in front of them majesticly. Zhou Ziqin immediately shouted: "Second Brother Zhang! Why are you here?" Zhang Xingying turned to look at them: "My lord said that there is no stability recently, and there are three kinds of teachings here, I'm afraid it's not safe, let me protect you secretly." As he spoke, he kept his hands on his hands, grabbed a few thugs who had regrouped and threw them out again. Huang Zixia watched him show off his skills, and quickly patted the dust off his clothes. Zhou Ziqin, however, was stunned there: "Isn't the prince not responding at all? Doesn't it seem that he doesn't care about us? Fortunately, he asked someone to protect us in private..." Before he could finish speaking, everyone around had shrunk into the corner in fear, not daring to move. Only Matsukaze jumped up, crying and cursing: "You unscrupulous bastards! You eat and drink for free and whoring for free! We work in this business day and night, and we earn money from blood and tears. Those who sell their bodies hurt you! I know……" Zhou Ziqin couldn't help but feel his eyes sore when he heard his bloody and tearful accusation, and quickly checked himself while paying for it: "I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard..." Huang Zixia was exhausted, and led Zhang Xingying to the outside in a desperate manner, while asking, "Where is the prince? Did you go alone?" "Yes, he said he was fine, but Eunuch Yang's side is more important," Zhang Xingying said hastily, "But I secretly followed to the flower hall, and only dared to leave when I saw the Jiedu envoys from several towns come." Huang Zixia sighed, and said, "Let's go." The embarrassed Zhou Ziqin also came out and asked, "Shall we go back?" "No, I still have to go to various brothels to ask." Huang Zixia said, leading them to the nearby pavilions, and continued to ask.But I didn’t know it before, but now I’ve learned how to be good. I know that drinking tea and talking here costs money. When I see a girl, I’ll offer money first, and it’s easier to talk. Changchun Yuan Juanjuan: "Qi Teng? Oh, there is no such guest... Mr. Wen Yang? Yes, yes, he is a very amiable person, he is generous, and he is especially good at talking. The sisters like him! What do you say? This poem I wrote? Oh, I hate it. They wrote dozens of copies and sent them out this year. Of course, Mr. Wen Yang also has a copy! You mean Fu Xinruan? Mrs. Fu is well-known in our Wutong Street. Xiao! A few of us sisters went over there to invite her together, so she instructed us to compose "White Fowl", which is now our signature dance, don't you all have a look?" Hongxiang Lou Lanlan: "Young Master Wenyang? How disgusting, we sisters all know about it, there are a lot of good friends out there! Last time I said I would bring me rouge full of spring notes, but I forgot! It’s not that he bought another hairpin to make amends for me, so I don’t care about him! Is that poem? I copied many copies and gave it away. I don’t know if it’s good or not, but everyone agreed. Ma'am? I know, my good friend Cui Cui is good at piano, I went to Madam Fu to ask her for advice, and now Cui Cui's value has increased a lot!" Zhang Taige Yuan Yuan: "Really, I really wrote that poem by myself, don't compare it with those ghostwriters. Mr. Wen Yang, you know how to write poems, but you never leave your own handwriting. Here , I will read to you a poem he gave me: Wearing a ring on the hibiscus platform, and relaxing the jade arms in the golden tent. The sound of swan geese is so loud on the screen window, when will I hear the breath of orchid musk again... I have been in the world for more than ten years I have only ever met someone who writes such obscene and disgusting poems! I know about Fu Xinruan. I heard that many people asked her to teach her how to sing and dance. Qu Wu finally made a big splash on the whole street and won the crown of the oiran." Xiaoyu from Yaotai Pavilion: "Mr. Wenyang is very considerate. Although he doesn't come many times, he always asks about his health. He is really nice. Last year I was sick for several months, and he even sent me some money. It’s not that I have another lover, I’m willing to redeem him for me... By the way, Mrs. Fu Xinruan Fu wrote a song for us, and now it is very popular among guests in our garden. Can you listen to the song?"
"Walking around brothels is quite tiring." It was midnight when Zhou Ziqin returned to the yamen, collapsed in the lobby from exhaustion, and could only say one sentence. The detectives staying in the squad next to him looked at each other in dismay, and then giggled.阿卓贼兮兮地跑到他们身边，问：“逛了半夜，有什么收获不？” 黄梓瑕头也不抬，只整理着今晚收集的各人口供，说：“差不多了。” 气息奄奄的周子秦顿时一个激灵，从凳子上坐了起来：“差不多了？什么差不多了？” “本案啊，差不多了。”她淡淡地说。 周子秦顿时大叫出来：“我还什么都不知道。你就说差不多了？这是怎么回事？” 黄梓瑕见他汗都下来了，便说道：“其实还没呢，我只是隐约心里有了猜想，但目前还需要一些确凿的证据。” 周子秦张大嘴巴：“那你告诉我，你猜想的人是谁？” 黄梓瑕避而不答，回头朝门口叫了一声：“富贵！” 那只瘦弱的丑狗顿时箭一般从外面飞奔进来，朝着她汪汪叫了两声，秃尾巴也随意摆了两下。 黄梓瑕默然打量着这只狗，见它毫无感觉，才回头看着周子秦，叹了口气，说：“所以，猜想始终只是猜想，还有令我无法猜透的地方。” 周子秦盯着富贵看了许久，终于恍然大悟，问：“你是怀疑……我那只镯子上，有毒？” “嗯，所以你用拿了镯子的手去拿那个米糕时，齐腾劝阻了你，并将你的米糕丢掉了。”黄梓瑕皱起眉，说，“但现在看来，又似乎……并没有事情，他可能只是随口一说。” “我得好好查查！”周子秦赶紧将怀中这个手镯取出，在眼前翻来覆去地看，对着墙上灯照了又照。 透镂的玉石花纹照在他的面容上，那种明透的光彩，美丽得诡异。 “好了，我得先回去了。”黄梓瑕一天奔波问询，又在梧桐街盘问了半夜，也有点支撑不住了。 她陡一站起，便觉得自己有点头晕眼花，大约又是过于劳累了。 她又重新坐回椅子上去，从袖中拿出两块梨膏糖吃了，静静坐了一会儿。 周子秦关切地问：“你没事吧？” “哦，大夫说我气血有亏，是以太过劳累的话，会头晕目眩，”她说着，又将糖袋子递给他，“你吃吗？” 周子秦赶紧去仔仔细细洗了手，才抓了一片吃着，说：“这个，一般都是女人才会气血不足吧？我记得那位公孙大娘的妹子，殷露衣殷四娘，就是气血有亏。她好像也吃糖，不过我觉得饴糖没有雪片糖好吃，而且又不好带，经常就粘住衣服了。” “是呀，还得随时用糯米纸包着，免得黏住外物。”黄梓瑕随口说道。 周子秦嚼着雪片糖说：“不过她的手可真巧，雕的饴糖活灵活现的，我妹到现在还保存着那只饴糖老虎呢。” 黄梓瑕点头应了，然后骤然间愣住了，一动不动地坐在那里许久，只有一双眼睛睁得大大的。 周子秦抬手在她眼前挥了两下，叫她：“崇古，你在想什么？” 她拂开他的手，说：“你让我想一想。” 周子秦见她神情慎重，赶紧吐吐舌头，缩在旁边看着她。 黄梓瑕按住自己头上的发簪，将玉簪从银簪中拔出，然后在桌上慢慢地画了起来。 周子秦托着下巴，看见她先画了一株花树的模样，然后又着重描绘了树干和横斜的枝条，最后在花树外面画了一件衣服的轮廓。 他莫名其妙，见簪子尖在木桌上画出了浅浅一点白痕，那件衣服束腰大袖，招展迎风，看来莫名的诡异，不由得问：“崇古，这是什么东西？” “是本案破案的关键。”她说着，慢慢将自己手中的簪子插回到头上银簪之中，又皱眉道，“可是……不对劲啊，如果是这样的话，那么，消失的凶器，又到哪里去了呢？” 周子秦点头说道：“是啊是啊，说起这个，齐判官之死一案，那个凶器还没有找到呢，捕快们都快把荷塘翻过来了，旁边的灌木也拔掉了，所有枝条都细细查看筛选了一遍，可还是什么都没找到。” “当时那些乐师们的乐器、公孙鸢他们的道具等，都搜索过了吗？”黄梓瑕问。 周子秦绝对肯定地说：“第一时间搜过了！绝对没有问题！夹带啊什么的，我们都搜过了，真的没有！” 黄梓瑕靠在椅背上，长长地出了一口气，许久，才说：“明天吧。等天亮了光线强一点的时候，我们再去看一看现场。” 周子秦想了想，说：“不如你今晚就留宿在使君府吧，别回节度府去了。” 黄梓瑕微微皱眉，说：“这样……不方便吧？” “有什么不方便的？你这样每天半夜回去，多累啊。而且我还要跑到节度府去找你，我也累啊。干脆，张二哥——”周子秦回头看着张行英，说道，“你先回去吧，跟王爷说一声，就说崇古今天太晚了，明天还要查案，就先留宿使君府了。等案情有了眉目，马上就回去应王爷差遣。” 张行英有点迟疑地看看周子秦，又看看黄梓瑕：“这个……杨公公，你觉得呢？” 黄梓瑕默然点了点头，说：“嗯，我先在这里休息了。免得来来去去又麻烦。” 张行英见她这样说，便应了一声，转身便向外走去。 周子秦也十分困倦了，他站起来，摇摇晃晃地往自己居住的院落走去，一边问：“崇古，你和我一起睡吧？” 黄梓瑕只觉得眼皮一跳，差点没被门槛绊倒：“不要！” “啊？我还想我们能抵足而眠，彻夜长谈呢！”周子秦十分不满地说，“我从小就可盼望有这样的一个朋友了！可是至今也没有找到愿意和我一起睡的人……要不崇古你就帮我满足一下心愿嘛！” “这个我真满足不了，”黄梓瑕咬紧牙关，死都不松口，“我睡相不太好，磨牙踢被翻身蹬腿梦游什么都有，你不想被我梦中勒死你就和我一起睡吧。” “什么……真看不出来你睡着了居然这么可怕，”周子秦挠挠头，然后不情愿地说，“好吧，反正我那边空房间也不少，你就住东首那一间吧，窗前虽然对着墙，但现在薜荔初生，一个个悬挂在你窗上，还挺好玩的。” 黄梓瑕对使君府如此了解，一下子就知道，他所住的院子，是西园。 西园的后面，是花园的池塘，栽种了一池荷花。而院落的墙壁之上，爬满了薜荔藤萝。当年她最喜欢在这边读书，夏日的黄昏，她光脚蜷缩在廊下薜荔藤中，往往有一场大雨打得荷叶翻转，薜荔坠落。 那时禹宣总是坐在她的身边，和她一起捡拾起掉落的薜荔把玩，说着一些毫无意义却让他们觉得开心的话，消磨掉一整个下午的时光。 这里是禹宣的住处，整个府中最幽静的地方。 也曾是她，最喜欢的地方。
When I arrived at Li Shubai's place to take a look, the scene was very embarrassing. An old steward of the Jiedu Mansion was walking out with a few beauties. When he saw Huang Zixia and the others coming, he quickly greeted him with a flattering smile: "Oh, Eunuch Yang, you are back?" Huang Zixia looked at the group of beauties behind him, and immediately knew what was going on, so he just nodded and didn't speak. "Fan Jiedu was worried that the lord would be lonely in the distance, and no one would play the piano to add fragrance, so he bought a few excellent sons from a good family, but the lord didn't seem to like it..." Huang Zixia said: "My lord has always been obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't like to be close to others. It's the same in the palace. Liu Guanshi doesn't need to choose a maid anymore." Liu Guanshi suddenly realized: "So that's the case. Then I will find some good-looking teenagers over in a few days." "Hey, that's not what I meant..." Before Huang Zixia could stop him, Guanshi Liu, who thought he knew the secret, had already left with the group of girls excitedly. Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin looked at each other, both showing toothache. Hearing what they said when they came back, Li Shubai also showed a helpless expression: "Leave them alone, anyway, it's not easy to put people around me." Zhang Xingying said with a solemn expression: "Although I am only one person, I will defend the safety of the prince to the death!" Li Shubai glanced at him, and said flatly: "The Jiedu envoys from several nearby towns have also come, and I will meet with them today. There are a few of them who I once commanded in Xuzhou back then, and I will choose a few who know their roots. You don't have to carry it alone, it's too tiring." "Subordinate..." Zhang Xingying scratched her hair, not knowing how to answer. Huang Zixia knew that he was a solid person, and he usually stuttered when he spoke, not to mention how many layers of meaning Li Shubai said, how could he understand.So she hurriedly said: "In the afternoon, I have to take a leave of absence and go to Wutong Street with Zhou Ziqin." To Huang Zixia's surprise, Li Shubai didn't respond at all, he just waved his hand and said, "Go." She was a little hesitant, but Zhou Ziqin thought that Li Shubai didn't know where Wutong Street was, so he added: "It's that... Wutong Street, the most famous romantic place in Chengdu." Li Shubai nodded, stood up and was about to go out: "Yes." Huang Zixia was worried, observing Li Shubai's expression, but he seemed to be indifferent, and asked: "Qi Teng's death, is there any clue now?" "There is some, but not enough." Huang Zixia nodded, remembering that he had brought the testimony of a group of them before, so he showed it to him, and said, "After the prince left that day, we cross-examined everyone present. , here is the confession." Li Shubai took it, and scanned each one very quickly, with only one glance at each one, and then stopped on Yuxuan's one. Huang Zixia leaned over to him and leaned over to look at the oral testimony, but found nothing missing. She pondered for a moment and looked at Li Shubai, only to find that his eyes were fixed on the palm print of Yu Xuan's seal at the end of the confession. superior. As a rule, when interrogating persons involved in a case, there are special personnel to take notes, and sign and press fingerprints after writing, so as to be true and correct, so as not to prevent people from talking nonsense and affecting official affairs. Yuxuan's palms are long and slender, and the joints are well-proportioned, which is a very beautiful mark. She was staring slightly in a daze, but heard Li Shubai's voice, speaking softly, as if sighing: "I have seen this handprint before." Huang Zixia was stunned, and asked in a low voice: "My lord has seen... his handprint?" "What's strange, I am also the Minister of Dali Temple. Although I usually leave the affairs to Chun Zhan, I don't care too much, but I have read all the closed case files." He glanced at her, and then said lightly, "Everyone The handprints are all different. The three main lines and countless fine lines of the palm are hard to change after birth. That's why the law stipulates that the handprints and palm prints are used to cut off the attempts of cunning people to take advantage of loopholes. " "But...there are so many palm prints, can the prince really...remember all of them with a glance?" Huang Zixia asked in disbelief. Zhou Ziqin was elated because he was going to Wutong Street, and immediately came up wagging his tail to flatter him: "My lord is a genius, of course I remember, if you don't believe me, I will show you the proof!" As he spoke, he took out a sheet from the stack of files that Li Shubai had read just now, covered everything except a palm print, and asked: "Your Highness, do you still remember who this palm print is?" Li Shubai glanced at it, and said: "Wu Jiying, a servant of the Shijun's mansion, is responsible for sweeping the Xiyuan and also works as a gardener's tool." Huang Zixia felt that she really wanted to worship the person in front of her.It's amazing to be able to remember everything you've seen with your eyes just like that. Her eyes fell on Yu Xuan's confession, hesitating, and asked: "Then...the prince has seen, where is Yu Xuan's handprint?" Li Shubai frowned, thinking for a moment.It wasn't until Zhang Xingying changed his clothes and ran to wait outside the door that he suddenly let out a soft "oh" and said, "Two years ago, when I was just concurrently serving as Minister of Dali Temple, in order to familiarize myself with the affairs, I sent ten I have read all the case files during the year. His fingerprints appeared on a file in Chang'an Guangdefang five years ago." Huang Zixia asked again: "What about the others?" "He shouldn't be a prisoner, but... I didn't pay attention at the time, and it's really not clear." He glanced at her and said slowly. Huang Zixia was thoughtful, her lips parted slightly, and she wanted to say something, but stopped again. He didn't even look at her, and first fed two pieces of fish food to the small fish in the glazed cup on the desk. After seeing it devoured and remained as quiet in the glass cup as before, he said, "I'm going first. If there are other clues, I will Will tell you again." Huang Zixia felt that he didn't seem to be unable to remember, but he refused to say clearly, there must be a reason. As she was thinking, her mind suddenly flashed like lightning, and she couldn't help calling out: "My lord..." Li Shubai looked back at her. "Back then, when we first met, in the carriage..." She finally understood what she had been wondering about for a long time, and couldn't help but her heartbeat became chaotic, "You looked at my palm and immediately guessed identify me, recognize me as..." Li Shubai smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Your palm prints are on many files." Huang Zixia couldn't help but also lowered her head and laughed, and said, "I'll just say...how can a person's life be seen from the palm prints." He saw that both Zhang Xingying and Zhou Ziqin had walked out of the hall, and she was close at hand, looking at him with a raised face and a smile on her face. He didn't know if it was because of the slight throbbing heat in his chest, but he didn't understand it himself, so he raised his hand and flicked her forehead between her eyebrows, saying, "I'm always smart, but I'm always confused." She raised her hand to press the center of her brow, and yelled with a smile, "Oh." They smiled and looked at each other, and after a while, they suddenly seemed to understand, feeling a little embarrassed. He turned his head and said hurriedly, "I'm leaving." "Yes..." She also lowered her head, not daring to lift it up again.
Zhou Ziqin never thought about why Huang Zixia's cheeks were always reddish after he left the Jiedu Ambassador's mansion.Now he only thinks about exploring the unknown world, and said excitedly: "Look, I don't think the lord would care if you go to Huajie and Liuxiang - anyway, you just follow me to open your eyes..." When we arrived at Indus Street, it was almost dinner time, and the sky was a little dark. Standing on Wutong Street, Zhou Ziqin looked at the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, which could not be seen from head to toe. The street was full of lights, feasting and feasting, and he was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "Chonggu, do you know? I am very excited now!" Huang Zixia could only give him a blank stare: "Let's go." The Fengyue venues on Wutong Street are all filed with the government, and they can be regarded as open for business.When several old bustards standing on the street saw them, they came over to recruit them openly, boasting how beautiful their daughter was. Zhou Ziqin raised his hand uprightly to stop them: "We are going to the night tour courtyard today." "Ouch..." Their faces were all wrinkled into rags immediately, "You are so beautiful, you guys, so this one is so good—here, there are two old peach trees planted at the end of the street." Contrary to their expectations, the business of the Night Tour House is really good.When they entered, they saw that there were already people playing, singing and drinking in many rooms, and some of them sang very well. Zhou Ziqin stopped and listened for a while, with a sense of satisfaction that "he has seen the world today". Huang Zixia was quite normal, and asked the Guigong who came to greet him: "Is Songfeng there?" Mr. Gui hurriedly said: "I am here, come out immediately, the two of you... just ask someone to accompany you?" Zhou Ziqin looked at Huang Zixia who was silent, and could only pat his chest: "Yes, we just... just like to ask someone to accompany us!" Seeing that these two people looked quite arrogant, Mr. Gui hurriedly informed them to go in, and Songfeng came out immediately, serving them tea and water, incense and playing the qin.When he was about to sing "Acacia Tune", Huang Zixia stopped him and asked, "You must have been here for many years, right? Do you usually have any guests?" Songfeng said in a soft voice: "Unfortunately, the villain has been wandering for six years. Usually there are many regular customers, but there are really few people with talents and looks like the two of you!" Depend on.Although Huang Zixia was tall and slender, Songfeng was a man after all, half a head taller than her. At this time, the way he leaned over with lowered eyebrows and the way the little bird leaned towards him seemed awkward no matter how you looked at it. Zhou Ziqin pulled him over with an upright face, and motioned him to sit properly.Songfeng looked aggrieved and asked, "How long will you two hang around?" Zhou Ziqin was full of righteousness and shouted: "I don't want to dawdle with you, I just want to ask you, that..." Speaking of this, he realized that because he was too busy seeing the world, he even forgot the reason why he came here, so he could only look at Huang Zixia pitifully. Huang Zixia said: "Actually, we didn't come here to seek pleasure. It's just that a friend had an accident recently, so we came here to inquire about some things. I wonder if there are any famous people in Chengdu among your regular customers?" Satsukaze immediately vented his anger, leaned lazily on the table and looked at them with his chin resting, and said: "Nonsense, I am famous for Satsukaze, and there are not many people in Chengdu who like me? Don't say anything else, the festival In the Dufu, there are people who take care of me..." Zhou Ziqin blurted out: "Qi judge in Jiedu Mansion?" Song Fengfei rolled his eyes at him and said, "Who is Judge Qi? I'm talking about..." He lowered his voice, and the ostentatious expression between his brows almost blinded the eyes of both of them: "You can't tell it, he is the son of Master Fan, the Jiedu envoy, and he came to take care of me once..." Huang Zixia silently recalled the appearance of that Fan Yuanlong, and then handed the letter in his sleeve that he found in Qi Teng's room to him: "Did you write this?" Matsukaze glanced and nodded: "Yes." "Do you remember who it was written to?" Matsukaze said a little distressed: "How do I know this? Some Liu Sheng wrote this poem. I usually write it about fifty or sixty times scatteredly. Many customers like arty ones, as if It’s like having a whore who can write poetry is a higher style.” Zhou Ziqin asked again: "Do you still remember who they are?" Song Feng looked at him with the eyes of an idiot: "Guest officer, do you think there will be? Our guests, except for foreigners, are not afraid. Locals usually come here quietly at night, and few of them are willing to reveal their names. Mostly they say they are called 'Li Jia', 'Wang Da' and 'Liu Er'. Unless they are regular customers, they will only get a name after a lot of contacts. The son of Fan Jiedu was also accompanied by others, so I vaguely followed them. I know it in my mouth." Huang Zixia asked directly: "So, you actually don't know who you gave it to?" "If you want, I can also write one for you." Matsukaze said with a smile. The much-disliked Zhou Ziqin said unyieldingly: "Think about it again, have you forgotten..." "So, Wen Yang, do you know?" Huang Zixia asked. Songfeng let out a "hey" and said, "I know him. We have been regular customers for three or four years, which is different from others. Oh, by the way, he also said that he likes my name the most. , Shan Yuezhao plays the piano——I play the piano well too, do you want to listen to it?" Huang Zixia shook his head and asked, "So, he must have this poem too?" Song Feng covered his mouth with a smile and said: "Yes, I wrote this poem to him. At that time, he shook his head and said, there is a big difference between people. I was not convinced, and asked me It’s worse than anyone else, but he only touched my hair and said, even I can only look up to him, what can you think about.” When he said this, there was no gloomy look on his face, and he still said with a smile: "I think so, I am a servant, who would think that I am better than anyone else? He is not a master, and he is not Do you have someone you admire in your heart?" Huang Zixia lowered her eyes silently, pondered for a long time, then turned her head to look at Zhou Ziqin whose jaw dropped from shock, and said, "Let's go." Zhou Ziqin was still in astonishment. Seeing that she had stood up and walked out, he hurried to catch up, grabbed her sleeve and asked anxiously: "Chonggu, why are you so calm? Did you hear that? That Wen Yang who died for love, he , He likes men!" "Yes, I understand." Huang Zixia nodded. Zhou Ziqin was a little depressed: "With your calm face, you must have known it a long time ago! You don't tell me anything, how can we be good friends?" Huang Zixia said lightly: "When the people from the poetry club speak, you should be aware of it." "What? Why don't I know what they said?" Huang Zixia was also helpless towards Zhou Ziqin. Just as he was thinking, Songfeng had already caught up with them, grabbed their sleeves, and shouted at them: "Don't go—" Zhou Ziqin was baffled, seeing that he was still holding onto his arm, he quickly shook him off and asked, "What are you doing?" Unexpectedly, Songfeng was light and weak, and was thrown by him, and immediately fell to the ground, his forehead was broken, and he shouted: "Come here, come here! These two guests will drink tea without paying. I ran away, and I was beaten when I blocked it!" The thugs raised by the Yeyou Yard immediately picked up sticks and rushed out, Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't know that drinking tea here costs money..." Before the words were finished, several sticks were smashed down without any explanation. Zhou Ziqin stepped forward and blocked Huang Zixia's blow, grinning his teeth in pain: "Too bad Chonggu, will he die here today?" "Then show your identity!" Huang Zixia growled. "What's so bright? If my parents know that I'm visiting brothels on the pretext of business, I might as well die here!" Before they could say a few words, a few more people rushed out with sticks. Zhou Ziqin was quick to wit, and shouted, "I have money! Can't I pay?" "We have to collect the money, so what do you say when you beat us? Just let you off like this, how can our night tour house gain a foothold on this street?" Mr. Gui yelled, and the thugs immediately surrounded him, and the sticks in their hands fell together. Just when they were squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, someone suddenly rushed in from outside, and with a flick of their legs, half of them flew out with sticks in their hands, while the other half flew out with sticks. The man stood in front of them, tall and majestic, and stood in front of them majesticly. Zhou Ziqin immediately shouted: "Second Brother Zhang! Why are you here?" Zhang Xingying turned to look at them: "My lord said that there is no stability recently, and there are three kinds of teachings here, I'm afraid it's not safe, let me protect you secretly." As he spoke, he kept his hands on his hands, grabbed a few thugs who had regrouped and threw them out again. Huang Zixia watched him show off his skills, and quickly patted the dust off his clothes. Zhou Ziqin, however, was stunned there: "Isn't the prince not responding at all? Doesn't it seem that he doesn't care about us? Fortunately, he asked someone to protect us in private..." Before he could finish speaking, everyone around had shrunk into the corner in fear, not daring to move. Only Matsukaze jumped up, crying and cursing: "You unscrupulous bastards! You eat and drink for free and whoring for free! We work in this business day and night, and we earn money from blood and tears. Those who sell their bodies hurt you! I know……" Zhou Ziqin couldn't help but feel his eyes sore when he heard his bloody and tearful accusation, and quickly checked himself while paying for it: "I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard..." Huang Zixia was exhausted, and led Zhang Xingying to the outside in a desperate manner, while asking, "Where is the prince? Did you go alone?" "Yes, he said he was fine, but Eunuch Yang's side is more important," Zhang Xingying said hastily, "But I secretly followed to the flower hall, and only dared to leave when I saw the Jiedu envoys from several towns come." Huang Zixia sighed, and said, "Let's go." The embarrassed Zhou Ziqin also came out and asked, "Shall we go back?" "No, I still have to go to various brothels to ask." Huang Zixia said, leading them to the nearby pavilions, and continued to ask.But I didn’t know it before, but now I’ve learned how to be good. I know that drinking tea and talking here costs money. When I see a girl, I’ll offer money first, and it’s easier to talk. Changchun Yuan Juanjuan: "Qi Teng? Oh, there is no such guest... Mr. Wen Yang? Yes, yes, he is a very amiable person, he is generous, and he is especially good at talking. The sisters like him! What do you say? This poem I wrote? Oh, I hate it. They wrote dozens of copies and sent them out this year. Of course, Mr. Wen Yang also has a copy! You mean Fu Xinruan? Mrs. Fu is well-known in our Wutong Street. Xiao! A few of us sisters went over there to invite her together, so she instructed us to compose "White Fowl", which is now our signature dance, don't you all have a look?" Hongxiang Lou Lanlan: "Young Master Wenyang? How disgusting, we sisters all know about it, there are a lot of good friends out there! Last time I said I would bring me rouge full of spring notes, but I forgot! It’s not that he bought another hairpin to make amends for me, so I don’t care about him! Is that poem? I copied many copies and gave it away. I don’t know if it’s good or not, but everyone agreed. Ma'am? I know, my good friend Cui Cui is good at piano, I went to Madam Fu to ask her for advice, and now Cui Cui's value has increased a lot!" Zhang Taige Yuan Yuan: "Really, I really wrote that poem by myself, don't compare it with those ghostwriters. Mr. Wen Yang, you know how to write poems, but you never leave your own handwriting. Here , I will read to you a poem he gave me: Wearing a ring on the hibiscus platform, and relaxing the jade arms in the golden tent. The sound of swan geese is so loud on the screen window, when will I hear the breath of orchid musk again... I have been in the world for more than ten years I have only ever met someone who writes such obscene and disgusting poems! I know about Fu Xinruan. I heard that many people asked her to teach her how to sing and dance. Qu Wu finally made a big splash on the whole street and won the crown of the oiran." Xiaoyu from Yaotai Pavilion: "Mr. Wenyang is very considerate. Although he doesn't come many times, he always asks about his health. He is really nice. Last year I was sick for several months, and he even sent me some money. It’s not that I have another lover, I’m willing to redeem him for me... By the way, Mrs. Fu Xinruan Fu wrote a song for us, and now it is very popular among guests in our garden. Can you listen to the song?"
"Walking around brothels is quite tiring." It was midnight when Zhou Ziqin returned to the yamen, collapsed in the lobby from exhaustion, and could only say one sentence. The detectives staying in the squad next to him looked at each other in dismay, and then giggled.阿卓贼兮兮地跑到他们身边，问：“逛了半夜，有什么收获不？” 黄梓瑕头也不抬，只整理着今晚收集的各人口供，说：“差不多了。” 气息奄奄的周子秦顿时一个激灵，从凳子上坐了起来：“差不多了？什么差不多了？” “本案啊，差不多了。”她淡淡地说。 周子秦顿时大叫出来：“我还什么都不知道。你就说差不多了？这是怎么回事？” 黄梓瑕见他汗都下来了，便说道：“其实还没呢，我只是隐约心里有了猜想，但目前还需要一些确凿的证据。” 周子秦张大嘴巴：“那你告诉我，你猜想的人是谁？” 黄梓瑕避而不答，回头朝门口叫了一声：“富贵！” 那只瘦弱的丑狗顿时箭一般从外面飞奔进来，朝着她汪汪叫了两声，秃尾巴也随意摆了两下。 黄梓瑕默然打量着这只狗，见它毫无感觉，才回头看着周子秦，叹了口气，说：“所以，猜想始终只是猜想，还有令我无法猜透的地方。” 周子秦盯着富贵看了许久，终于恍然大悟，问：“你是怀疑……我那只镯子上，有毒？” “嗯，所以你用拿了镯子的手去拿那个米糕时，齐腾劝阻了你，并将你的米糕丢掉了。”黄梓瑕皱起眉，说，“但现在看来，又似乎……并没有事情，他可能只是随口一说。” “我得好好查查！”周子秦赶紧将怀中这个手镯取出，在眼前翻来覆去地看，对着墙上灯照了又照。 透镂的玉石花纹照在他的面容上，那种明透的光彩，美丽得诡异。 “好了，我得先回去了。”黄梓瑕一天奔波问询，又在梧桐街盘问了半夜，也有点支撑不住了。 她陡一站起，便觉得自己有点头晕眼花，大约又是过于劳累了。 她又重新坐回椅子上去，从袖中拿出两块梨膏糖吃了，静静坐了一会儿。 周子秦关切地问：“你没事吧？” “哦，大夫说我气血有亏，是以太过劳累的话，会头晕目眩，”她说着，又将糖袋子递给他，“你吃吗？” 周子秦赶紧去仔仔细细洗了手，才抓了一片吃着，说：“这个，一般都是女人才会气血不足吧？我记得那位公孙大娘的妹子，殷露衣殷四娘，就是气血有亏。她好像也吃糖，不过我觉得饴糖没有雪片糖好吃，而且又不好带，经常就粘住衣服了。” “是呀，还得随时用糯米纸包着，免得黏住外物。”黄梓瑕随口说道。 周子秦嚼着雪片糖说：“不过她的手可真巧，雕的饴糖活灵活现的，我妹到现在还保存着那只饴糖老虎呢。” 黄梓瑕点头应了，然后骤然间愣住了，一动不动地坐在那里许久，只有一双眼睛睁得大大的。 周子秦抬手在她眼前挥了两下，叫她：“崇古，你在想什么？” 她拂开他的手，说：“你让我想一想。” 周子秦见她神情慎重，赶紧吐吐舌头，缩在旁边看着她。 黄梓瑕按住自己头上的发簪，将玉簪从银簪中拔出，然后在桌上慢慢地画了起来。 周子秦托着下巴，看见她先画了一株花树的模样，然后又着重描绘了树干和横斜的枝条，最后在花树外面画了一件衣服的轮廓。 他莫名其妙，见簪子尖在木桌上画出了浅浅一点白痕，那件衣服束腰大袖，招展迎风，看来莫名的诡异，不由得问：“崇古，这是什么东西？” “是本案破案的关键。”她说着，慢慢将自己手中的簪子插回到头上银簪之中，又皱眉道，“可是……不对劲啊，如果是这样的话，那么，消失的凶器，又到哪里去了呢？” 周子秦点头说道：“是啊是啊，说起这个，齐判官之死一案，那个凶器还没有找到呢，捕快们都快把荷塘翻过来了，旁边的灌木也拔掉了，所有枝条都细细查看筛选了一遍，可还是什么都没找到。” “当时那些乐师们的乐器、公孙鸢他们的道具等，都搜索过了吗？”黄梓瑕问。 周子秦绝对肯定地说：“第一时间搜过了！绝对没有问题！夹带啊什么的，我们都搜过了，真的没有！” 黄梓瑕靠在椅背上，长长地出了一口气，许久，才说：“明天吧。等天亮了光线强一点的时候，我们再去看一看现场。” 周子秦想了想，说：“不如你今晚就留宿在使君府吧，别回节度府去了。” 黄梓瑕微微皱眉，说：“这样……不方便吧？” “有什么不方便的？你这样每天半夜回去，多累啊。而且我还要跑到节度府去找你，我也累啊。干脆，张二哥——”周子秦回头看着张行英，说道，“你先回去吧，跟王爷说一声，就说崇古今天太晚了，明天还要查案，就先留宿使君府了。等案情有了眉目，马上就回去应王爷差遣。” 张行英有点迟疑地看看周子秦，又看看黄梓瑕：“这个……杨公公，你觉得呢？” 黄梓瑕默然点了点头，说：“嗯，我先在这里休息了。免得来来去去又麻烦。” 张行英见她这样说，便应了一声，转身便向外走去。 周子秦也十分困倦了，他站起来，摇摇晃晃地往自己居住的院落走去，一边问：“崇古，你和我一起睡吧？” 黄梓瑕只觉得眼皮一跳，差点没被门槛绊倒：“不要！” “啊？我还想我们能抵足而眠，彻夜长谈呢！”周子秦十分不满地说，“我从小就可盼望有这样的一个朋友了！可是至今也没有找到愿意和我一起睡的人……要不崇古你就帮我满足一下心愿嘛！” “这个我真满足不了，”黄梓瑕咬紧牙关，死都不松口，“我睡相不太好，磨牙踢被翻身蹬腿梦游什么都有，你不想被我梦中勒死你就和我一起睡吧。” “什么……真看不出来你睡着了居然这么可怕，”周子秦挠挠头，然后不情愿地说，“好吧，反正我那边空房间也不少，你就住东首那一间吧，窗前虽然对着墙，但现在薜荔初生，一个个悬挂在你窗上，还挺好玩的。” 黄梓瑕对使君府如此了解，一下子就知道，他所住的院子，是西园。 西园的后面，是花园的池塘，栽种了一池荷花。而院落的墙壁之上，爬满了薜荔藤萝。当年她最喜欢在这边读书，夏日的黄昏，她光脚蜷缩在廊下薜荔藤中，往往有一场大雨打得荷叶翻转，薜荔坠落。 那时禹宣总是坐在她的身边，和她一起捡拾起掉落的薜荔把玩，说着一些毫无意义却让他们觉得开心的话，消磨掉一整个下午的时光。 这里是禹宣的住处，整个府中最幽静的地方。 也曾是她，最喜欢的地方。