Everything that happened on that bloody night was hidden in the thick of the night, silently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In Wanhualou, still like a cloud, the shopkeeper with his hands half-squinted and slowly flipped through the account book, and his right hand looked very old, he had been in this line for many years, but he was not confused at all, and his eyes were more and more shrewd. The monotonous sound of the beads of the abacus colliding stopped when he saw a man standing in front of him.

He squeezed out a smile and nodded, "What does the girl want to buy?" Ah Cai, why don't you greet guests? ”

Jin Huang swept his sideburns behind his ears, a pair of golden phoenix feathers sparkled in his ears, and the streamlined arc met the eyes of the old shopkeeper, and he waved his hand to order the guy who heard the sound to leave: "It's nothing for you here, go and greet other guests." The guy answered, smiling and introducing the latest honey pastry to the guests who had just stepped through the door.

The old shopkeeper put away the account book, paced out of the counter, and beat the cotton curtain on the side: "Girl, please." ”

A curtain completely separated the inside and outside, Jin Huang followed the old shopkeeper, and entered another door, and a small servant brought the teapot and teacup into the door and put it down, and left.

The old shopkeeper closed the door, which looked very sturdy, and there were only a few chairs and a table in the room. The old shopkeeper invited Jin Huang to sit down and poured her a cup of hot tea: "Since the girl is the young master's guest, I don't know what to ask for?" ”

Jin Huang picked up the thin white porcelain tea cup, gently uncovered the lid, and the aroma of Longjing before the rain was refreshing: "It is worthy of being the leading news trader in the rivers and lakes, and he is really generous." After a brief taste, Fu put down the teacup again, and said with a smile: "I want to buy a message, what is there near Meicun that will make people covet?" ”

"Meicun ......" the old shopkeeper pondered for a long time and thought about it, "The old man mountain there, hundreds of years ago, there were royal families of the previous dynasty buried here, and later the Taizu of this dynasty opened the country, and the royal family of the previous dynasty died or fled, and the survivors were assigned to the desolate place. At first, there was hope of recovering the country, but after a long time, there was no sound. ”

Could it be that these people are really just tomb robbers? What kind of tomb robber is so generous that he slaughters the entire population of a village? In fact, this is the question I want to ask the most. I don't know if I can find out with the means of Wanhualou. I had to cautiously change the law and ask: "For so many years, that grave has not been stolen?" ”

"The craftsman who repaired the tomb is very good, proficient in the number of organs, Qimen Dunjia, and those who have had this idea over the years have never returned."

Well, this sentence has often been said by people, and after a few turns of thought, it finally turned "Who is going to kill a whole village of people in Meicun?" I swallowed it back.

"So, who would have the idea of hitting this tomb?"

The old shopkeeper touched his beard and smiled: "This is a lot, a powerful rich businessman and a high-roller, since Cao Cao had the position of Captain of the Golden School, it is not impossible for the official family to do this." ”

"So, above the temple...... Who could do that? ”

"Nowadays, the saints are not guilty of doing these things, and those who can have such financial and material resources to do it, except for the saints, are the kings of law in the capital, and if they come from the south, there are also the kings of Zhennan and Duan. These three princes are all capable of doing it. ”

Jin Huang nodded, thoughtfully, the secret room was very quiet, and finally Jin Huang broke the silence: "Okay, I know, then ask the shopkeeper to write this down." The old shopkeeper shook his head with a smile: "These are not what the girl wants to know, what the girl wants to know, she is still in her heart, she didn't ask, how can she collect money?" ”

Sure enough, people are old and fine, Jin Huang thought in his heart, the expression on his face did not change, and he still smiled: "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate, thank you." ”

Back at the Five Elements Gate, Jin Huang really breathed a sigh of relief, took off all the guards and disguises, Xue Lie was not in the house, only Uncle Zhao sat on his precious easy chair and looked at the birdcage in front of the porch and hummed a little song.

Seeing her come back, Uncle Zhao greeted: "Are you back?" I changed my clothes and rested for dinner. ”

After running around outside for a day and a night, hearing this, Jin Huang suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, never before, a feeling of home.

When she changed into homely clothes and walked back to the dining room, she found that Xue Lie had also returned. is different from the strength of the outfit, the light cyan wide robe with big sleeves, and the hair is tied with cloth straps at will, and those who don't know really think that he is a literary talent. It's just that as soon as he saw Jin Huang come out, he picked up the bowl and shouted, "I'm waiting for you." Suddenly, the image of the elegant scribe fell apart. Jin Huang sighed helplessly: "You can't hold on any longer? It's rare that I think you have a temperament for a while. ”

"Temperament? Can it be eaten as a meal? Xue Lie seemed to be planning to destroy the image more completely, picked up a piece of braised elbow, and chewed it very vigorously.

After only being stunned for a moment, Jin Huang joined the fierce activity of snatching the piece of meat from the fish's belly. Uncle Zhao looked at the two of them and smiled: "It's really good to be young." ”

Jin Huang stuffed his mouth with vegetables, suddenly a little embarrassed, swallowed hard, and cleared his throat: "Uncle Zhao, you never said anything about your youth, why don't you talk about something fun?" Why do you always get a job? ”

Uncle Zhao laughed a few times meaninglessly: "What's this, don't say it, don't say it." ”

Xue Lie also put down his chopsticks: "Uncle Zhao, we both grew up under your watch, but we don't know anything about you, we are very bad." ”

"Young people care about so many old people, don't talk about these, eat quickly, if you don't eat again, it will be cold." Uncle Zhao snorted, but he just refused to say.

Since he didn't say anything about the killing, then it was enough, Jin Huang was biting the crispy duck while thinking about when to go to Wanhualou to inquire about Uncle Zhao's story, it must be very interesting.