Yang Ruke suddenly felt that the other party was either a very clever liar or a connoisseur who was completely sure. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He hesitated.

After so many years in business, he has never seen any kind of person, but in the face of these two young people, he is not sure.

He is afraid of being deceived, and he is afraid that he will not know the treasure, and either one will become a laughing stock.

"Sister, let's go." The autumn fans were put away one by one, and Zhao Qinghe saw Yang Ruke's tossing and turning thoughts clearly, thinking that it would be almost here tonight.

He didn't have any superfluous words, and he had no intention of saying that people didn't know the goods, but he was full of confidence.

Xia Su didn't understand Zhao Qinghe's strategy of retreating and advancing, but he thought that people who couldn't recognize Wen Zhengming were not good buyers, so he didn't say a word and walked down the pavilion.

Seeing that the two of them were about to turn out of his gaze, Yang Ruke called out loud, "Dare to ask whose Mobao is this?" ”

Zhao Qinghe raised his head, a good sense of leisure, his eyes were full of fun, and he smiled, "Wen Zhengming imitates Tang Bohu, Yang Xianggong's eldest nephew is really sharp-eyed, this is probably the best Suzhou film." ”

When the person left, the laughter swirled into the hearts of the uncle and nephew, and they suddenly felt lost.

"Uncle, this person is talking nonsense, an old fan painting without a seal, imitating Tang Yin, what else is Wen Zhengming......" Yang Congyu saw his uncle's expression, "Could it be true?" ”

"Wen Zhengming and Tang Yin are friends, Tang Yin's life is down, Wen Zhengming often sponsors, and there are many anecdotes about the two of them. But...... Ha ha! Yang Ru laughed, no wonder the straight road was no wonder, "No matter how I look at it, they are all Ming four, I only guess Tang Yin, but I can't guess that Wen Zhengming imitates Tang Yin." Cong Yu, you go and inquire about Zhao Qinghe's residence, I will meet him again. ”

This Huizhou businessman fell into Zhao Qinghe's net pocket.

Xia Su didn't know it yet, so he could grab Bai Zhao Qinghe, "It's really a great buyer, connoisseurship-" I don't know how to describe it appropriately.

"What a fart connoisseurship-" Zhao Qinghe cooperated with the sister's slow walk, "You want to say that." ”

I wanted to say that, but Xia Su had an innocent face that had nothing to do with foul words.

"No, I just think that Jiangnan connoisseurs are very cheap, if I add a fake seal of Wen Zhengming to the fan, they can treat it as genuine, do you need to spend money to ask them to inscribe?" She didn't do that, because she wanted to keep Wen Zhengming's original intention.

"There are always people who are indiscriminate, but if Yang Ruke comes to us again, his reputation is probably well deserved." Yang Ruke's eyes suddenly lit up just now, and Zhao Qinghe didn't miss it, so he was sure that this fan could be sold for a good price.

Xia Su didn't care anymore.

She is straight from the boat to the bridge, and she doesn't have high requirements for money.

Wu Qihan paid the highest remuneration for "Three Friends of the Cold", and he still had half of the hard-earned money for Uncle Zhou and Uncle Lao Zi, which was enough for the family for a while.

It's just that this night is destined to be unpeaceful.

The two walked along the lotus pond in the garden, and just thought about where to go again, there were a few female screams from the camphor pavilion at the end of the Jiuqu Bridge.

Someone exclaimed, "O dead man! ”

Zhao Qinghe looked at Xia Su and smiled a little strangely.

Xia Su dared to roll his eyes, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"The place where my sister goes at night seems to be prone to accidents and is very troublesome." Zhao Qinghe laughed at this.

Xia Su thought for a while, "It's you who invite the disaster, every time I meet you, something will definitely happen." And, dead man, let's talk so leisurely about whose responsibility it is, okay? "I don't look at the atmosphere either.

Zhao Qinghe walked on the curved bridge, but found that Xia Su didn't follow, so he retreated, "Is my sister playing with my brother?" It's so unrighteous, but it turns out that I'm left to see it alone? ”

Xia Su silently looked at the lights on the pond trembling, and found a wisp of white floating under the corner pillar of the camphor pavilion, it was not a death method that he had never seen, and he still couldn't get used to it.

"The water ghost is very scary, I'm timid, and I'm afraid I'll throw up, but you seem to be nosy."

Zhao Qinghe knew that her night vision was far away, and he also saw the corpse floating on the water, "You are wrong, I am not nosy." ”

He went to Zhao Zishuo's house because he wanted to find out her details; He went to Peach Blossom House because-

The two girls ran close from the other end of the bridge, and the conversation was hurried, and they entered the ears of Zhao Qinghe and Xia Su respectively.

“…… It's Miss Zhifang......"

“…… He has just been ransomed by a big family...... The way to die is so miserable...... Our girls fainted with fright...... It's pathetic......"

Xia Su was stunned, couldn't help himself, and got on the bridge synchronously with Zhao Qinghe and walked towards Zhangting.

The mood has changed, the environment has also changed, it is a good day, a good scenery, suddenly because of the dead people in the water, the night ghosts, the wind is miserable, and the bright light is like a fire.

There are seven or eight people in the pavilion, the painter of Mogu Zhai, the girl of the Peach Blossom Building, and a few little girls who are waiting. Originally, it was a pleasing thing to paint, dance and sing, who knew that the corpse floating on the lake scared the girl, vomited the painter, the pipa turned to the ground, the beauty picture let the panic ink splash ruined, the incense ding has been extinguished, only the cold remains, and there is no half of the elegant wind tonight.

Xia Su's face was also pale. She was surprised for a while, and she didn't plan to see the appearance of the dead man with her own eyes when she got on the bridge, but she let Zhao Qinghe pull directly into the pavilion and was hit by the lifeless dead man's face.

His hair was like aquatic plants, his skin was white to blue, his eyes were wide open, most of his body was immersed in water, his arms were fluttering, and his clothes were torn, helpless and hopeless. But that face is very distinct, it is indeed Zhifang, a prostitute and beauty in Peach Blossom Building.

A few days ago, Xia Su saw her various vivid and beautiful faces, how could she think that she would die soon.

"Xia Su." Zhao Qinghe leaned over the column and looked down at his posture, and called in a deep voice, "Look at her hand." ”

There was no longer a bleak wind and cold beside him, all of which made his strong spirit wave, Xia Su calmed down and looked at Zhifang's hand.

A reel.

And what kind of scroll can make people die and refuse to let go?

Xia Su immediately looked up at Zhao Qinghe. He raised his eyebrows, speechless but asking for her. She nodded slightly, and secretly said that he could really relate. Although she told him that the nameless painting in Zhifang's house was not nameless, she didn't tell him that Zhifang only needed this nameless one for a room of things. Again, Zhao Qinghe let her know that his brain was really smart.

"Don't tremble, come and help retrieve the corpse." Zhao Qinghe's words were amazing.

Seven or eight people, as far as they could, huddled in the other corner of the pavilion, there were three or four men, but because of the word "corpse", the look of fear almost collapsed, and none of them were willing to come.

Xia Su couldn't help but pull Zhao Qinghe's sleeve, "I'm already going to call someone, I don't need you to toss around." ”

Was this man a nosy man before?

Helping Master Zhao check love letters, stalking her, changing night clothes to make up the excitement of the theft, and now planning to fish up the corpse, it's really busier than catching heads.

Zhao Qinghe glared at the men with disdain for a while, and began to move.

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