The cold spring in the south of the Yangtze River has never been in vain. February has passed, but there is a snow in Jinling City, and the snowflakes reflect the first spring flowers, which looks very good.

But most Jinling people obviously don't have such a view of Yaxing, they prefer to believe in an old saying: the snow in March is the people's grievances.

"Have you heard, Qingli, the Oiran lady of Tianxiang Building, is dead!"

A small sound, but it was enough to make the tea shop that was originally a lazy chatter at dusk quiet in an instant.

"Really? How did you die? ”

"It was said that it was fished up from the moat early this morning, and the corpse was soaked in water, swollen and purple like a green ball, tsk, how can there be a little bit of the old style."

In the corner of the tea shop, I reluctantly put down the Qingtuan that was just about to be filled in my mouth.

"How could a wonderful person with a beautiful country and a beautiful country fall into the water, it's really pitiful."

"Falling overboard? Nor should he stumble into the moat ten miles away from Tianxiang Tower. ”

"It's not a stumble, is it difficult or to commit suicide by throwing yourself into the river?"

"I can't keep it...... The lady of the Qinglou, who doesn't have a grudge entanglement, love and hate. ”

"No wonder it snowed in March, and it was really the people who were wronged. As the saying goes, people are watching the sky, what can escape the eyes of God. ”

In the midst of the lamentation or curiosity of the tea guests, I sighed, got up and went out.

Qingli is dead......

This sudden news was like a boulder, and it suddenly weighed on my heart, making me a little breathless.

I should have gone looking for her earlier.

After a pause in my footsteps, I looked up at the sun in the west, and I turned around and walked towards the Qinhuai River.

The Qinhuai River, the place where the six dynasties gathered Fandel, changed into a costume with the arrival of night, and became the most prosperous place in Jinling City at night.

As the most prestigious Goolan courtyard on the bank of the Qinhuai River, today's Tianxianglou seems a little deserted. A soapy little man who picked up customers leaned against the door and looked weak, and when he saw me walking forward, his eyes lit up, and he said with infinite courtesy: "Son, please!" ”

I was a little embarrassed by his excessive hospitality, and I paused in my steps and asked, "Today...... A little lonely, huh? ”

"Not really!" Xiao Qi returned to his listless decadence, "Childe Xu also heard that our Oiran girl, Miss Qingli, is gone...... Although it was not killed in our building, this matter is somewhat unlucky, but I am afraid that the business of our Tianxianglou will be cold for a while. ”

I sighed with his emotions, "Speaking of which, I am an old friend with Miss Qingli, and I am very sad to hear this bad news. ”

When I heard that I wanted to see Qingli's house, Xiao Qi's eyes changed when he looked at me, but he said politely and perfunctorily: "I'm afraid that the son will be disappointed, the house where Qingli girl lives has been sealed by Ying Tianfu, and there are huge seals on the doors and windows, and no one dares to move." ”

I thought about it, so I had to thank the little guy and turn away.

The night is getting thicker, and the Qinhuai River is full of drunken gold fans, singing and dancing.

In the darkness, I pushed open the door of the bookcase and jumped into Qingli's room.

The famous Oiran lady in the Qinglou generally has a secret door in the room, which is convenient for some benefactors with special identities and inconvenient appearances to come and go, which is the knowledge taught to me by the costume TV series.

By the hazy moonlight pouring in from the window, I looked around the room, the beds were clean, the clothes were neat, and I couldn't see any clues.

I was about to search Qingli's dressing table and wardrobe for some clues, when I heard a soft sound from the secret door. I was shocked and hid in the huge closet.

Through the crack in the door, I saw a woman cautiously entering, her hand clutching her goose-yellow handkerchief uncomfortably on her chest, and her eyes kept looking around, obviously very apprehensive.

Judging from this woman's clothing and extremely poor psychological quality, she does not look like a thief.

I looked at the frightened girl with great interest, opened Qingli's dressing table tremblingly, picked up a few things and wrapped them in my own handkerchief, was stunned for a moment, and turned to the wardrobe where I was hiding.

The moment she opened the closet door, I reached out and covered her mouth with lightning speed.

"Don't scream!" I stepped out of the closet and whispered to the woman, who was obviously frightened and nodded her head trembling like chaff.

"Who are you? What are you here for? Say! "Now that I've pretended to be a wicked person, I decided to pretend to the end, and asked in a fierce voice.

"Slave...... The slave family is a Qingqi person in Tianxianglou. The girl was immediately frightened out of the truth, and after speaking, she looked up at me timidly, "I don't know who the son is?" ”

"Me?" My eyes rolled, "Naturally, it was Ying Tianfu's arrest to secretly investigate Qingli's case." After that, he didn't give her time to consider the truth or falsehood, and quickly asked, "Why did you sneak into the deceased's room?" ”