The spring is infinitely good, and the sky is full of glow. The clouds are changing shapes, and the thousand postures are very naughty. The birds are chirping, and the sound is very pleasant. The branches of the tree are swaying, and they are very active when they are shaking and shaking.

In front of the bronze door, wearing a silver embroidered hundred butterfly flower skirt, long black hair hangs down to the waist, the hair swings to bring out a faint fragrance, the waist is slender, tightly tied with embroidered gold ribbons, the face is slightly powdered, the feet are wearing plain embroidered plum plate flower-soled shoes inlaid with glass, and the woman Qingli with a light smile on the corner of her mouth is standing there.

Her beautiful eyes with water vapor flowed brightly, and she raised her left foot and stepped into the carriage back to Beijing.

Dressed in a cyan thick suit, black hair was erected by a blue gemstone ribbon, a golden embroidered bamboo belt around his waist, a jade phoenix pattern jade pendant hung on the belt, a pair of beige high boots on his legs, and a sword eyebrow starry Liyu and a black thick brocade robe holding a water painting folding fan, wearing gilt black high boots on his feet, boarded another carriage.

The sun was high and slowly falling, and they returned along the way they came, accompanied by the coolness that seeped into the carriage, and the increasingly hazy sky, Qingli and his party came to Baihua Village again.

It is still surrounded by butterflies, a hundred flowers are vibrant, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Qing Li and Li Yan, Qing Yu walked into the inn, ate something, and talked a little, Qing Li was about to get up and go back to the room, but heard the people at the next table talking about the flower god festival two days ago, from the conversation of those people, Qing Li knew that the flower fairy was still Shiso, Qing Li was very calm when she heard this, because she had no big enmity with Zi Su, how she had nothing to do with her.

Qing Li paused for a moment, lifted the plate of flower-soled shoes again, and walked upstairs slowly, but some words still entered Qing Li's ears, and the female voice as thin as the hooves of a yellow oriole said: "What kind of flower fairy, it's just a position that people don't want, what's so great about perilla!"

Qing Li sneered and entered her room. But after a while, Liyan knocked on Qingli's door, and Lili shouted, "Li'er." ”

Qingli was taking medicine at the time, and she replied in shock: "What's the matter?"

The hand raised by Li Yan slowly fell, and his mouth opened as if he was very hesitant, and he said in a deep voice, "Can I open the door?" I have something to tell you. ”

Qing Li hurriedly put the jade bottle weighing the medicine in his arms, picked up a cup of warm tea from the table and took a sip to cover up the faint smell of medicine.

She opened the door, her glassy eyes met her eyes, and her lips painted with ko-colored lipstick opened lightly, "Come in." ”

Li Yan raised his left leg, the corners of his robe moved slightly, and his slender arm shook slightly, and he entered Qingli's room.

Qing Li looked at the death, frowned, and was quite puzzled.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke, "Don't act rashly after returning to Beijing, now is the critical moment of the situation, one wrong step, one wrong step, and you are in the deep palace, Concubine Lan and Concubine Xianshu are not simple characters, everything must be careful, if there is anything, you must tell me and Qingyou!"

Qing Li's brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he laughed at himself in his heart, Qing Li knew about the way of leaving the dead.

Standing in place, it seemed that something was difficult to say.

Qingli waited for him quietly.

Liyan's face was full of sorrow, he glanced at Qingli, lowered his head, and finally did not say more.

He wandered out of the Taomu corridor of the inn for a while, returned to his room, and said in his heart, "I hope things don't get so bad." ”

The drizzle rained intermittently all night, as if to wash away the dirt in the world, and the eaves of the wooden building dripped the crystal rain.

The heart of the hundred flowers wraps the gyokuro that gently bathes them.

The thin sheets of green leaves are full of water marks, and the fine and dense knitted veins and the dew outline an ink painting with a light taste, and the ink seems to be dissatisfied with the shaking of the green leaves, and it slowly falls, vowing to run to the earth where many of its companions gather.

The wheels rubbed against the water vapor, and several water marks flew out of the side of the car.

Outside the car, the mahogany loft and the cyan bamboo building were thrown behind by the horse-drawn carriage, and although the street rode the rain, it could not stop the pace of the busy pedestrians, and the vendors were still selling as usual.

Qingli and Liwu and Qingyou got out of the car at noon to rest for a while, ate some food, and continued on their way.

The wind blew cool air day and night, and the barking of dogs woke up Qingli, who was closing his eyes in the car.

She slowly stretched her limbs, frowned, and got up to the inn with tiredness.

She was fighting with the water on the ground that had stained her flower-plated embroidered shoes, and some familiar voice pulled her mind back.

Her slightly powdered face lifted up, and looking at the familiar inn, the doubts she had hidden for a long time resurfaced.

She walked into the pavilion with the plaque of the Wenche Inn, she went back to the inn to rest for a while, and then walked out, called the reception Xiao Er and asked, "How was the murder a few days ago?"

The little second sighed, not knowing whether to say it or not, because it might affect the business of his inn.

Qingli took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it to Xiao Er.

The little brother took it with a smile and said in a low voice: "It was done by another woman Zidi who stayed at our inn that day, Zidi's mother was beaten by the man in the street, and finally died, Zidi was unwilling to design this matter. ”

After the second child finished speaking, he wanted to leave.

Qing Li asked again, "How is the woman?"

Xiao Er said with a little sympathy on his face: "I was cut." ”

After saying that, the little two left.

Qing Li stopped for a moment, and a quiet voice came from behind Qing Li, "Let's go down to eat when you're ready!"

Qingli and Qingyou went downstairs together, and sat there early.

Qingli and Qingyou walked to the table together, bent down and sat down.

While waiting for the meal, Qingli heard a drunk man keep calling the green flute. She turned her head to look, and saw a man dressed as a scholar, drinking heavily in the slightest way that did not conform to the behavior of literati.

Qingli didn't know why, and the little two who came to deliver the meal solved Qingli's confusion.

He said: "This man's name is Gu Feng, he is a kind person, but he is very timid, that day he saw a ruffian beating Zidi's mother, he wanted to stop it but was stopped by the fierce appearance of the ruffian, he didn't dare to step forward, and when Zidi went, he helped Zidi send her mother to be treated, but Zidi's mother still left." ”

This Gu Feng saw that the person died because of his cowardice, and he was very guilty Gu often helped the purple flute, accompanied the purple flute through her most difficult moments, and fell in love with the green flute in daily interactions. ”

The little two paused for a moment to look at Qing Li, Qing Li was a little confused, why didn't he continue.

At this time, Qingyou beside Qingli raised his slender arm and took out a few taels of silver from his arms and handed them to Xiao Er, Xiao Er took it happily and said, "Thank you, guest officer!"