However, Guo Ting is vaguely aware of what happened next.
Xia Zhaoyi's body was buried in Meiling, a mountain in the north of Buqujiang River, which is said to be picturesque and covered with snow all year round.
Later, I heard that many people raised funds and wanted to ask Yi Shurong to buy Xia Zhaoyi's body. The price offered was up to ten thousand taels of gold, but Yi Shurong rejected them all. But after all, they were just hearsay, and this matter was not
Know the truth and falsehood.
Seeing that Guo Ting didn't speak, Yang Guanxian continued: "At that time, Miss Xia was buried in Qingmeiling. Later, a fire suddenly broke out on Qingmeiling. After the fire was extinguished, the plum trees turned into scorched earth, and the fire point was at the right place.
It’s Miss Xia’s graveyard.”
Guo Ting was stunned: "The place where Miss Xia is buried is on fire?"
"Look, I know you don't know," Yang Guanxian said, "It's really strange that a snow mountain can catch such a big fire. What's more, Miss Xia's damaged body was buried with Shuangxue, but it was
Burned, she was burned to ashes..."
Guo Ting had no idea that this happened: "Then, can you find out who did it?"
"It seems that he is her master." Yang Guanxian said.
"That outsider? Why did he do this?"
Yang Guanxian shook his head and frowned: "How could I know this? Moreover, I don't know whether this matter is true or not. I only know that Miss Xia's body was indeed burned, and that Qingmeiling was indeed on fire all over the mountains and plains.
"
Guo Ting sighed, feeling complicated.
"I have been thinking, if it was really the master who did it, why?" Yang Guanxian whispered, "Why did he go all the way to the north? It was a war-torn and barren place. He must have had a lot of difficulties in the past to go there.
Behind the scenes, it seems that they did not seek revenge against Yi Shurong, but only burned Miss Xia's body... I thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure out why."
"Then don't think about it," Guo Ting said, "You should read less of these books and study less of those heresies. When it comes time for you to read astrology, you won't be able to see a single reason."
"This is great wisdom." Yang Guanxian straightened his back.
"You have a big belly." Guo Ting pointed at his fat waist.
Yang Guanxian shook his head: "I can't tell you clearly, but now I just don't know where to find this Ah Li."
"If she is really the one from Peifeng, if she didn't show up, we wouldn't be able to see her," Guo Ting said.
"Then tell me..." Yang Guanxian looked at Guo Ting, "Do you want to tell him about my guess?"
Guo Ting paused slightly and said, "I can't make the decision. You can ask the shopkeeper. However, he may not even know that Miss Xia's coffin was turned into a torch."
"Alas," Yang Guanxian sighed and shook his head, "It's so frustrating."
Guo Ting looked at the night outside the window, stood up and said, "I have to go. If I go back later, I may not be able to make it to morning classes tomorrow."
"You still need to pay more attention to this girl." Yang Guanxian said.
"Okay." Guo Ting responded.
He turned around to leave, and when he passed by inadvertently, he saw the painting on the other side of the study.
To be precise, it's not a painting, there are model decorations on it, but this model... is a small coffin made of paper.
The painting is very large, like a map. The lower part is pieced together by several writing desks. There are clusters of small coffins on the painting, nearly a hundred of them.
Guo Ting couldn't help but said: "What are you..."
He turned back to look at Yang Guanxian, his eyes slightly horrified.
"Well," Yang Guanxian said with a smile, "these are a group of coffins."
"You are so cute, why are you putting these in your study?" Guo Ting really couldn't understand.
"Where is the good thing?" Yang Guanxian walked over, picked up a small paper coffin, and said, "There are eighty-six people here."
"Eighty-six mouthfuls? So?"
"Do you still remember the Qiao family in Nantang County, Zhaozhou?" Yang Guanxian said, "The one who escaped in the first place and let the people in the city become their scapegoats."
Guo Ting understood: "The eighty-six coffins floating down by the Kuozhou River are all members of the Qiao family."
Yang Guanxian put the coffin back and said, "It took me a lot of effort to do this."
"This happened so many years ago, what are you doing with all this?"
"I can't help it, this is my hobby," Yang Guanxian smiled, looked at the pictures, and said, "Besides, I checked and found some interesting ones."
"What's so fun?"
"You should go back, this is my own business." Yang Guanxian didn't want to say it.
Guo Ting was not interested either, so he nodded and said goodbye.
Early the next morning, the sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain, and everything was dull.
The first thing to break the tranquility was the sound of crying and cursing coming from behind the Huiping Inn.
"I've been robbed, I've been robbed!"
Neighbors who had gotten up early all around heard the sound and came running.
The woman cried bitterly and cursed angrily: "We have been robbed!"
A little beggar squeezed his way through the crowd: "Give me, give me!"
Others beat and scolded him in disgust, but the little beggar endured the kicks and said to the woman: "A hero brought me a bag of things and said that someone else had stolen them, but I have to ask you, what did you lose?"
"
Everyone paused and looked at the little beggar.
The woman quickly wiped away her tears: "What kind of hero?"
"Here you are, hero." The little beggar showed an impatient look. "Hurry up and tell me what you lost. If you are right, I will give it to you. If you are wrong, I have to ask other people.
Nothing was lost."
When others heard this, they quickly urged the woman to speak quickly.
The woman thought for a while and then reported some of the things she had thrown away.
The little beggar couldn't remember it, so he went over and said, "Is this the jade bracelet you are talking about?"
When the woman saw it, she snatched it away and said happily: "Yes, yes, these clothes should be mine too."
But she didn't open it. It was really not convenient to count some personal belongings in front of so many people.
The woman looked at the little beggar with tears in her eyes and smiled: "Who is that hero and what is his name?"
The little beggar shook his head and said: "I don't know either. I have to leave now. The hero asked you to be careful in the future."
The woman thanked her profusely.
The little beggar turned around and ran away.
After going around several courtyards, the little beggar stopped and said to the child waiting there: "I just said it as you said, do you think it's okay?"
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and asked: "Who are the people from the surrounding neighborhoods? Are there any who are slightly better dressed?"
The little beggar shook his head: "I've looked carefully and there's nothing there. There's no one coming out of the backyard of the pawn shop you mentioned."
"Here." Xia Zhaoyi handed over ten copper coins.
The little beggar happily took it.
"The capital is under martial law recently. Is it inconvenient for you to protest?"
The little beggar counted the coins, raised his head and said, "Yes."
"What about changing places?"
The little beggar paused, thought for a moment, and said, "By the way, there's something I want to do. Can I give you a price? This news is quite interesting."
