The news of going to Beijing has always spread quickly, Dali Temple has just interrogated people, and the whole Beijing already knows about it.

Some people were shocked that the little aunt dared to murder the housemother. Some people are uneasy, fearing that the appearance of witchcraft will affect them. Some people also admired the courage and decisiveness of the prime minister's wife and the daughter of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites.

All of a sudden, the people of Beijing were all discussing.

After learning that Liu Yunji was sick and no longer saw guests, the Prime Minister's Mansion became the biggest winner in the eyes of the people.

The art of witchcraft has always been avoided by the saints, not to mention that Aunt Liu's identity was forged after a check, and she was suspected of a case many years ago!

The saint was furious, not only severely punished An Qinghou, but also rewarded and comforted the prime minister, rewarded the daughter-in-law of the prime minister's mansion, and even praised his second son Su Ziqing and appointed him with the important task of suppressing bandits.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was full of scenery for a while, and the already quiet Prime Minister's Mansion was lively again, and most of the literati came to visit.

There was an uncharacteristically silent place in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the man sitting alone on the main seat of the solemn hall.

The man was dressed in an official uniform, imposing, and a small handful of gray hair revealed his age.

The prime minister had been sitting in silence in the lobby for an afternoon, and Shi Cai said softly into the air: "Tell him to check on Qiao Yipan, the only daughter of the Qiao family." ”

A gust of wind flashed through the roof, making a small noise, and the seemingly empty hall was quiet again.

No one spoke, and the prime minister's heart became more and more uneasy and anxious.

He muttered to himself: "Joan, Joan, you are dead, I am Your Majesty's most loyal courtier, how can you linger." In that case,"

He looked up at the Prime Minister's Mansion, which secretly showed his wealth, his eyes were obsessed and scattered, "Then let your descendants go with you, okay?" ”

He doesn't have the power he had six years ago, and if he can't hide what happened back then, it's better to ......

People outside said that this time the Prime Minister's Mansion inadvertently made a great achievement, comparing the Anqing Marquis Mansion, which has been in infinite scenery recently because of one family and two marquis.

But what if Aunt Liu's identity was forged by the prime minister, and even the case back then was committed by the prime minister?

The prime minister seemed to see a knife, a knife hanging above the prime minister's head, and suddenly began to speak, saying, "I'm coming down, I'm coming down." ”

The atmosphere in the Prime Minister's Mansion was silent, but the place outside was not quiet.

There is more than one spring garden in the gold cave in Beijing, and there is a place for people to spend their time.

Qiao Yipan has nothing to do today, she has always been in good health, and she has only been recuperating in the house for a few days, so she happily ran to the building to watch the girl's performance, but she was wronged Liu Yunji stayed in bed all day and pretended to be sick.

The folk customs of the Qing Dynasty were open, women and men were informal, and the people who came to see the girls dancing were lively and crowded into a building.

The building is only three or two floors, the building is designed to form a circle, the girls perform in the circle downstairs, and the most famous is his family's flying moon dance, people who have seen it will never forget.

Qiao Yipan hadn't seen it, so she was curious.

Set your spot early, stay on the second floor, and look down with your eyes shining.

In the final finale of the Flying Moon Dance, a girl played a small song on the stage, Wu Nong's soft voice passed through the noisy crowd, and the little girl upstairs felt soft.

Qiao Yipan grabbed a handful of melon seeds, crossed his legs on the chair, and obediently lay on the open window to watch people play music.

When you come to this kind of place, no one will grab peanuts and melon seeds to eat, and such a place should drink wine and drink the wine poured by the beauty, instead of knocking melon seeds and peanuts like the old man watching a play.

Although this kind of thing seems old-fashioned, Qiao Yipan still clicks the melon seeds, she can knock the melon seeds upstairs, and the drinkers can only sit below, what is she embarrassed about.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound from the window next to him, and the smell of peanut oil wafted through the window and penetrated Qiao Yipan's nose.

Qiao Yipan snorted, suddenly felt that the melon seeds in her hand were tasteless, and looked back at the table, but there were no peanuts on it, she wanted to see who was next to her.

After all, there are not many people who eat peanuts in this kind of building, maybe you can ask for a handful of peanuts, right?

Qiao Yipan curiously stretched out his little furry head and looked to the side.

The man next to him probably thought the same thing, and craned his neck to look here.

Familiar faces burst into their eyes through the window, and the two looked at each other.

Acquaintances met, but when they saw that they didn't keep up with the trend in Beijing, Qiao Yipan was embarrassed.

Qiao Yipan clasped the melon seeds in his hand with one hand and waved his hand awkwardly, "What a coincidence." ”

Yuan Shuyu coughed unnaturally, and the hand holding the peanut pressed back uncomfortably, his face turned crimson, "What a coincidence." ”