Chapter 145: Ate brother

The next morning, Xu Qi'an got up vigorously, the person next to the pillow was no longer there, and the fragrance of the woman remained in the blanket.
　　
　　 Some of his limbs were soft to support his body, as if he had just finished the 1,000-meter running test and his muscles were sore the next morning.
　　
　　 "I overslept again... However, I was excusably late. I came to Jiaofang to investigate the case."
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an sits cross-legged and vomits to relieve cell fatigue and allow the body to recover to its peak as quickly as possible.
　　
　　 After only two weeks of transportation, the sore muscles regained vitality.
　　
　　 "Squeak~"
　　
　　 The door of the boudoir opened, dragging the fragrance of the skirt, and leading the close-knit maid to come in. Her black hair was high, dotted with expensive jewelry, and her plain white face was a little haggard.
　　
　　The eyes are still a little red and swollen, and the silkworm is crying.
　　
　　 "Master Xu is awake." She smiled lightly, with an alienated and formulaic smile, "I asked the kitchen to make duck porridge for you."
　　
　　 "Let's put it there." Xu Qi'an took the toiletries from the maid, quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, and returned to the desk, holding the bowl, thinking while eating:
　　
　　The demon girl from last night was the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, which means that this matter has nothing to do with the Northern Demon Race.....The suspicion of the King of the North of Zhenbei is almost light and very light....Is the target of the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom sealed artifacts or something else?
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an would think this way, because if the target is a sealed item, the remnants of the Yaozu nation should now flee away with money instead of staying in the city to make waves.
　　
　　...There is also a possibility that the Yaozu’s goal is not just a sealed item, but a bigger scheme. The sealed item is only a means to accomplish the goal.
　　
　　The context of the Sangbo case has almost been sorted out. The dominant forces behind the scenes are: one, two or five imperial court;
　　
　　 Target: Unknown.
　　
　　 Sealed Artifact: The severed hand of the unknown strong.
　　
　　The factors, characters, and forces involved: the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Ping Yuan Bo, Shang Shu of the Ministry of War, Si Tian Jian, the Royal Family, Pingyang County Lord, Heng Hui Monk, Jin Wu Wei hundred households, Zhou Chixiong...
　　
　　 Breakthrough: the strong with severed hands, monk Henghui, the lord of Pingyang.
　　
Finding out the identity of the strong man with severed hands can reverse the true purpose of the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom...Then, by catching any of the Henghui and Pingyang princesses, you can also reverse the inside story of the case... Xu Qi'an sighed contentedly after eating the porridge.
　　
　　 Only then did he have the air conditioner and said, "Are you angry?"
　　
　　 Fuxiang smiled softly: "Master Xu should not make fun of the Nujia. The Nujia is just a woman from the dust, so where is the right to be angry with the master."
　　
　　 Okay, Xu Lang has become a son of Xu... Xu Qi'an nodded and stretched his waist carelessly: "Prepare hot water, I want to take a shower."
　　
　　 Fuxiang smiled and nodded, arranged for a maid to wait for him to take a bath, and went out with a personal maid to relax.
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an took a hot bath comfortably, dressed neatly, tied the gong, hung the saber, thought for a while, and asked, "Prepare pen and ink for me."
　　
　　The little maid replied softly: "Yes"
　　
　　...
　　
　　 "Lady, are you too indifferent to Xu Gongzi." Walking in the alley of Jiaofangsi, the maid said softly.
　　
　　 Fuxiang looked ahead, shook his head slightly, and said in a sad voice: "You don't understand, I once asked him if he could redeem me, he refused."
　　
　　 The maid was silent for a while, and explained for Xu Qi'an: "Maybe you have no money. The lady's contract of selling will be less than three or four thousand dollars. I am afraid it will be doubled now."
　　
　　 Fuxiang retracted his gaze and looked at the ground: "I have also saved a lot of money over the years, but it's actually okay..."
　　
　　 She gave a wry smile, with a sad expression: "I am in his heart, but I am actually no different from you. I didn't want to believe it before, deceiving myself, but what happened last night made me see myself clearly."
　　
　　 is just a wishful thinking of falling flowers intentionally and ruthlessly.
　　
　　 walked, unknowingly came to the outside of the Qingchi courtyard, a loud noise attracted her attention.
　　
　　 Two gongs dressed in costumes, locked the Mingyan lady and walked out. The old madam followed along, with a panic expression, and kept explaining:
　　
　　 "Several bad masters, this must be a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding."
　　
　　 Mingyan Oiran looked terrified: "Mom, I was wronged, I was wronged..."
　　
　　 She knew these two gongs, and they were the two who often accompanied Xu Gongzi to Yingmei Xiaoge to play in the teahouse. It seems that one surnamed Song, another surname...the one is too taciturn, she can't remember.
　　
what happened? Ming Yan was fine last night. By the way, why did Mr. Xu suddenly return to her Yingmei Pavilion last night.... Could it be that Ming Yan offended Mr. Xu last night? Was it done today?
　　
　　 She immediately denied this idea. Although she was frustrated with this man, she believed Xu Qi'an was not such a person.
　　
　　 Fuxiang frowned, greeted the watchman, Yingying saluted: "Several adults, what crime did Lady Mingyan committed?"
　　
　　 Song Tingfeng stopped and said with a smile: "Mingyan lady secretly colluded with the demon clan to provide shelter and accommodation. Mr. Xu secretly investigated last night and found out the demon girl disguised as her personal servant.
　　
　　 The demon girl is already dead, now she is going to take her for questioning. "
　　
The old bust beat his chest and said: "You are wronged, Ming Yan is a weak woman, how could it be possible to collude with the demon clan. Do you know how much effort and money I spent training her! I am going to the Ministry of Ritual to file a complaint, and I am going to ask the adults in the Ministry of Ritual to be the master. "
　　
　　 Zhu Guangxiao said solemnly: "I suspect that you are also a fellow of the monster race."
　　
　　 The old bust lost his voice in vain, and stepped back with a strong desire to survive.
　　
　　 Song Tingfeng squinted, nodded towards Fuxiang, and led away.
　　
　　 Fuxiang stared blankly at the back of their departure, and then began to associate.... Mingyan colluded with the demon clan? Mr. Xu secretly investigated yesterday?
　　
　　 He chose to stay in Qingchiyuan last night, not because he likes the new and disgusted with the old, but because he has official duties, but I have a wild temper.
　　
He dragged his tired body back last night. I saw it. I thought he was with Mingyan...I blamed him by mistake. This morning I gave him a face to vent his grievances... But why No explanation? Yes, he can't explain, because this is the official business of the Yamen, and the case needs to be kept confidential.
　　
　　 But even so, knowing that he was misunderstood and wronged, did he show the slightest bit of boredom and silently endure it...
　　
　　 Fuxiang suddenly lifted her skirt and ran towards the Yingmei Pavilion.
　　
　　 "Lady, where are you going, slow down..." The maid was taken aback.
　　
　　 ran all the way back to Yingmei Xiaoge, opened the door and entered the bedroom, Fuxiang shouted: "Xu Lang..."
　　
　　 The room is empty, and people have already left. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had lost something precious, and her heart was empty.
　　
　　 "Lady, lady..." The maid chased up and saw her desperate lady leaning against the door.
　　
　　 "I'm a little tired, help me." Fuxiang said softly.
　　
　　 The maid helped her onto the bed, glanced at her, and sighed in her heart. Dare to disturb, turn around to clean up the house.
　　
　　 She saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table beside the screen, and she said softly, walked to the side of the table and said:
　　
　　 "Lady, here is a poem...maybe it was left by Mr. Xu."
　　
　　 Fuxiang came alive all at once, rushed to the side of the case barefoot, snatched it from the maid's hand like a baby, and took a closer look:
　　
　　"Beauty Rolling Bead Curtain
　　
　　 Deep seated eyebrows
　　
　　 but see tears wet
　　
　　 I don’t know who I hate. "
　　
　　 "Xu Lang, Xu Lang..." She laughed first, then smiled, teardrops falling down, withering to the ground, holding the paper in her heart, crying and laughing, pear blossoms bring rain.
　　
　　 "I'm going to find him." Fuxiang wiped her tears, got up, and ran to the door.
　　
The maid was shocked, and hugged the soft waist of the lady: "Don’t say goodbye, you are the oiran, you are the most famous oiran of the Jiaofang Division, this matter has been spread, how the lady will be a person. Finally, the reputation that has been accumulated is Gone.
　　
　　 "I haven't heard of any oiran like you."
　　
　　 Fuxiang furious: "Let go of me."
　　
　　 "Don't let go!"
　　
　　......
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an bought six big meat buns on the side of the street, sat on the horseback, gnawed, and walked towards the Yamen leisurely.
　　
　　"The oirans of the Jiaofang Division are all pretty good....Each has its own merits and is beautiful, um, when the Sangbo case is over, I will exchange feelings with them one by one, and in the future, I will publish a "Guide to the Evaluation of Dafeng Oiran."
　　
　　 "The only problem is the lack of money. I only pick up three dollars a day, and the oiran is worth at least thirty taels a night.
　　
　　"Thank you for the nine-year compulsory education. I didn’t read the poems for free... Oh, I’m really a shame of a traverser. When people copy official documents, they are all for the purpose of chasing official career.
　　
"Speaking of speaking, I will be 20 years old soon. Fortunately, my aunt is not my mother and will not supervise my marriage. I can be the master. Caiwei is a disciple of Jianzheng. The background is too hard. Marrying her is like marrying half a princess. , It's not good to just go out and fool around...
　　
　　 "Don't rush to get married. After a few years, there are 24 oirans in the Jiaofang Division. Haha, I'm thinking about farts, and the disciples of Jianzheng may not look at me."
　　
　　 Xu Baixing laughed at himself in his heart, his thoughts were flying, and he turned to the case again.
　　
　　 Ming Yan was instructed by him to catch Song Tingfeng. Although she was confirmed to be innocent last night, there are still things to ask, such as when the maid entered the Jiaofang Division, who she was in close contact with on weekdays, etc.
　　
　　...
　　
　　 In a secluded small courtyard, the branches of the willow tree were hanging down, and the bare and slightly desolate.
　　
　　 There was a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound from the room, as well as the man’s painful low roar... In a moment, everything disappeared.
　　
　　 "Squeak~"
　　
　　 The door opened~EbookFREE.me~ Henghui in a black robe walked out silently and went straight to the well in the yard.
　　
　　 He stared at the mouth of the deep well for a few seconds, waved his hand, the mouth of the well lit up with a faint golden "卍", and then it broke.
　　
　　 After lifting the seal, Henghui jumped in.
　　
　　 The dark bottom of the well, the silt exuded a faint smell of water, the middle-aged monk leaned back against the well wall, sitting cross-legged.
　　
　　 He looked decadent, his lips were chapped, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.
　　
　　 The middle-aged monk is tall and burly, with a pale blue lower jaw, and his face is bitter and enmity.
　　
　　 If Xu Qi'an is here, he can recognize this burly monk, he is the Hengyuan he has been searching for.
　　
　　 "Brother..." Henghui's hoarse voice.
　　
　　 Hengyuan ignored him and sat cross-legged in silence.
　　
　　 "I was badly injured, and I severed my hand to fight back." Henghui said.
　　
　　 Hengyuan opened his eyes, and said with concern: "Henghui, turn your head back."
　　
Henghui shook her head, "Brother, when I entered Qinglong Temple at the age of six, I followed you. You taught me to meditate, teach me to recite, take care of my daily life, and treat me like a brother and a father. Now I want to ask you something. "
　　
　　 Hengyuan sighed and nodded.
　　
　　 Henghui raised his head, and under his cloak, there were dark eyes without white eyes. He smiled grimly: "I'm going to eat brother."