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Before the market opened, the fish head shop was full of people, and the poorly dressed scholars, the poor people with glowing eyes, and the outlaws with knives all gathered in the corner of the alley, forming a semicircle, pointing at everything that happened in front of them.

Hurriedly caught and ran to the corner of the street, his five fingers pressed the hilt of the knife, and his brows were tightly locked. But they don't dare to slow down, they rarely set foot in this area, and the problems of public security are explained by Jufulou, and only the reported murders are under their control.

However, even the fish head workshop, which is a complex gang, is generally "digested" internally, and there are few reported homicides.

At this time, the scene of Yutoufang was already full of people, and after pushing away the crowd of onlookers, he was frightened by the scene in front of him and took a few steps back. The boots stepped on the sewage mud puddle and soiled an official uniform.

Two bloody corpses fell in the alley, and they died in a horrible state. Flies swirled around the corpse, and the scene was surrounded by a shocking, large patch of solidified scarlet.

"The government is handling the case, and the idle people are scattered."

Holding the token in one hand, he waved his hand to disperse the crowd and began to survey the scene. The residents of Yutoufang were born to deal with the Yamen Catcher, and the poor people who were originally sitting around saw the Yamen Catcher with a long knife in hand, and immediately scattered. No one noticed that the figure with the hat pressed the edge and disappeared into the figure of the poor family who were talking about it.

Go to the northeast direction of the prosperous downtown street of Hangzhou, there is a deep house compound, compared with the sludge and dirty water of the fish head fang, the door of every household here is magnificent, the red lacquer of the Zhumen, the door of the carved phoenix is not inferior to the Zhu Ting, a wealthy family of official eunuchs in Bianliang. There are always people in a hurry in the courtyard of the courtyard, bowing their heads and busily passing through the corridor full of flowers and shadows, the embossed and painted Zhu Pavilion, and entering a dark side door.

The red-topped businessman with a gloomy face, the lowest-key rich crowd after the big clans. Although they have a lot of money, they are still like rootless pinching, either entangled with the palace and become a small cluster of red-topped imperial merchants with a deep background of power, or they stand together with the prefect and the governor of the state, monopolize the commercial transactions from the north and the south, and divide the autumn color equally.

The Qin family belonged to the former, they were big merchants who supplied silk brocade to the nobles of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and even the silk tributes from Hangzhou came from his family, and Qin Shaoyou, who was destined to become the successor, was given great hopes by the head of the family.

Although he was cynical when he was young, he walked step by step in the direction that everyone expected.

Expect one’s son to be talented.

The footsteps of the maid hurrying by in the early morning woke Qin Shaoyou up from the sunken wooden bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, his head was covered with fine cold sweat, and the first thing that caught his eye was the white mosquito net, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of spices. As soon as the thought came to mind, a faint pain came from his temples. After last night's garden poetry meeting, I drank a little too much in the pearl Shihu's flowers, and today I haven't been able to recover from last night's maid's chest and daughter's red.

A bronze incense burner is placed on a crimson table filled with the quaint Tang Dynasty, and wisps of incense smoke rise from the unicorn carved on the top of the stove and permeate the bedroom.

Lifting the curtain, he got up and walked to the bronze mirror, and the face reflected in front of him was pale and bloodless, and the dull malaise looked like he had been hollowed out by years of indulging in wine. He tried hard to hold on to the table, but his head kept recalling yesterday's nightmare, and those cold eyes like poisonous snakes silently burrowed into the bone marrow.

Everyone saw the appearance of his talent, but Qin Shaoyou was the only one who saw the yin owl and viciousness hidden behind that bland smile.

Forbearance and vicious means, advance and retreat in moderation. Coupled with yesterday's top of the three tripods, the name Chen Zhongqing really didn't know how to see him in the position of the high mountain.

A brief knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, Qin Shaoyou tidied up his clothes and said please come in.

The door was opened a crack, and Uncle Ning, who was carrying a knife, entered the door, his expression was solemn, his frowning brows twisted the scar on his face extremely hideous, his right hand was used to touching the handle of the knife, and his eyes flickered at Qin Shaoyou who was standing in front of him.

"Uncle Ning, what's wrong with what I asked you to investigate?" Qin Shaoyou's tone was a little urgent, he wanted to know what Chen Zhongqing had done that night before he was late for the garden poetry meeting.

"Dead, this morning the government found two bodies in the mouth of Yutoufang Alley, which were Song Zhao and Yang Ping who greeted him that day."

Qin Shaoyou took a deep breath of cold air and pretended to be calm and listened to him continue.

Uncle Ning sighed, "Young Master, stop it, that scholar...... It's really not a character you can provoke. The scene where the bodies of the two people were found can no longer be described as miserable, Yang Ping's face has been smashed into pieces by stones, Song Zhao's chest has been blown through by gunpowder, and there is a deep scar on his stomach, which almost cut out his intestines. Looking at the extent of the wound, I am afraid that if I used to exert more force at that time, I would directly cut off Song Zhao's waist. ”

Qin Shaoyou suddenly covered his mouth, ran to the spittoon, and then spit it out.

His face was pale, and it was hard to imagine that a powerless scholar could kill the burly and majestic man who was as big as an iron tower. Even if Uncle Ning killed people head-on, they could barely survive a few rounds under the double knife.

His mind was full of bloody scenes after the killing. He had seen dead people, but he had never seen such a cruel death.

"The scariest thing is not ...... here"

Uncle Ning paused suddenly, he put the knife on the table, turned to look at Qin Shaoyou, and asked a little unbearably, "Young Master, do you still want to continue listening?" ”

Qin Shaoyou sat on the round stool, staring at the unicorn at the mouth of the sandalwood stove, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Uncle Ning, tell me everything you see, I want to know everything." ”

Uncle Ning's face was solemn, he took a deep breath, and continued, "The alley of Yutoufang is not the scene of the first crime. ”

"What?"

Qin Shaoyou's pupils tightened, he got up suddenly, swept his sleeves, and accidentally swept the table onto the bluestone brick floor, and the scarlet spots of unburned sandalwood and gray-white incense ash were scattered all over the ground.

The maid outside the door heard the movement inside the house and walked in to see what was happening, but was stopped by Qin Shaoyou's fierce eyes, and the three-inch golden lotus never dared to cross the threshold.

He snapped, "Get out, it's none of your business here." ”

Qin Shaoyou scolded, and the frightened maid reluctantly withdrew from the room.

"At that time, the arrester of the Yamen and I were present, listening to their judgment, this was Song Zhao and Yang Ping's uneven distribution of the spoils, and as a result, there was a dispute, Yang Ping used gunpowder to blow up Song Zhao's chest, and unexpectedly cut his stomach. Just when Yang Ping thought that the victory was in his hands, he was stabbed by Song Zhao, picked up the big stone and smashed his face fiercely, and finally fell into the alley due to excessive blood loss and physical exhaustion......"

After listening to this ridiculous analysis, Qin Shaoyou shook his head and said, "No, this is not true...... He ......"

Qin Shaoyou was trembling all over, and the last sentence rushed to his throat, but he couldn't say it.

"He faked the scene, it was not the place where Song Zhao and Yang Ping were killed, the surname Chen killed these two people in other places, and then moved to Yutoufang, carefully arranged the scene, and made a scene where the two had a dispute over the uneven distribution of the spoils, and both of them were injured and died."

The corners of Qin Shaoyou's mouth twitched, no one knew the illusion on the surface of this one, only the culprit knew the whole truth. I understood why at the end of the banquet, he would tell him the way forward with a flat face, so that he could do it himself.

Killing people is just like his poetry and songs, they are all easy talents. Chen Zhongqing disdained the Hangzhou scholars to compete in poetry because they didn't even have the qualifications to lift his shoes and polish ink. He disdains himself because those methods that can't be put on the table are not worth mentioning in front of him.

Qin Shaoyou stood up and stepped on the floor with his bare feet, he stepped over the threshold and walked out of the gloomy bedroom. The early morning sun slanted down the arc of the eaves, resting on the pale and weak face, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop in front of his puffy eyes, squinting his eyes.

In front of him is a Suzhou-style garden, with courtyards lined up one after another, deep corridors turning back and forth, strange rocks abrupt and rugged, lotus ponds exquisitely poetic, and all the exquisite Athens decorations, ingenuity. It's a rare spend.

Half a ring, Uncle Ning, who was standing behind him, finally waited for his young master to speak, "Huang Yinjian once said that the surname Chen may be the son of Bianliang, a high-ranking official, which means that our Qin family's power in the court is not worth mentioning compared to him. Li Lanting and Zhang Xun built momentum for him at the garden poetry meeting, which further confirmed this statement. His family has a lot of power in the court. ”

The pale lips were even a little trembling, and the early summer morning sun sprinkled on his body couldn't stop the chill pouring up in his chest. This garden full of spring scenery cannot end because of the disaster that he has no intention of provoking.

"I underestimated him before, Uncle Ning, now it's not a fight between two children, after he returns to Bianliang, it will inevitably affect the Qin family's business in the imperial business, the Qin family's face is small, but our family's business lifeline can't be lost because of this person."

A bold idea came to his mind, he turned around and said to Uncle Ning, who also looked serious behind him, "Since he is only one person in Hangzhou, there is no basis for him, send someone to remove him, and make his hands and feet cleaner, so as not to let Bianliang see Ni Duan." ”

"Look, if he doesn't die, he will be in Bianliang, and this person will become the most dazzling rising star."