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Chapter 052: Sister Peng's Reasoning

Chapter 052 Sister Peng’s reasoning

Seeing Xia Xun's actions, Peng Ziqi glared at him angrily, said with a faint face: "You are so scared, can I eat you?"

Xia Xun said nonchalantly: "Ah..., I fell asleep and finally woke up."

The *dream last night really tortured Miss Peng. When the daylight wore off and the medicine wore off, she woke up and found that her body was sweaty, sore and weak, and she immediately became suspicious. In fact, if she just let her

After taking the medicine that made people sleep, she felt refreshed and she wouldn't notice anything strange. Unexpectedly, Ximen Qing cleverly added some ingredients, but the careful Peng Ziqi noticed something strange.

As soon as she realized something was wrong, Miss Peng quickly checked her clothes and body, but found no signs of being raped. Since it was not a robbery, she must have been asking for money, so she quickly got up to check her package, and found that the package was

She didn't move at all, so Miss Peng was a little confused. She vaguely felt that she had been drugged, but she was fine and her money was fine, so this was...

Suddenly thinking of Xia Xun, she hurried to Xia Xun's room. Although Xia Xun had the door closed, it was easy for her to open the door quietly. She entered Xia Xun's room and found that

Xia Xun was still sleeping soundly, so he felt relieved. After a second thought, he went to check his horse bag again, and found that everything was in order.

Puzzled, Peng Ziqi went back to her room, fetched water to clean herself, and after she had tidied herself up, she changed into a set of close-fitting clothes, redressed, and went to Xia Xun's room again. She found that he

Still sleeping soundly, doubts arose in my mind again.

Bathing at my daughter's house is always troublesome. She wakes up late, and I don't know how much time it takes to clean it up. Look at the sky, it will be noon in another hour, but Xia Xun is still sleeping.

This was unusual. The two of them walked to Yanggu together. She already knew that Xia Xun was used to getting up early. Every time she got up, Xia Xun had already packed up. What happened today?

With this doubt, she approached Xia Xun and looked at him carefully. Looking left and right, up and down, after looking for a while, she couldn't help but think of the charming and fragrant dream last night, which made people's ears warm.

The shameful situation of heartbeats was constantly intertwined with the sleeping man in front of her. Miss Peng, who was in a daze for a while, with thoughts racing around her, didn't realize that her hair was spilled on Xia Xun's neck.

He woke up with a start.

Xia Xun sat up, grabbed his robe and put it on his shoulders, and said to Peng Ziqi guiltily: "Morning"

Peng Ziqi said: "Morning."

She agreed, but still looked directly at Xia Xun with a pair of bright eyes, which made Xia Xun feel frightened and couldn't help but ask: "Why...are you looking at me like this?"

"Shh..." Peng Ziqi raised his finger to his lips to signal him to be silent. Peng Ziqi tiptoed to the door and looked to see if there was no one in the yard. Then he turned back, approached Xia Xun, and asked solemnly: "Have you noticed?

What's wrong?"

Xia Xun said blankly: "No...ah..."

Peng Ziqi sniffed gently and said with certainty: "You sweat a lot."

"Uh...yeah."

"I sweated a lot last night too"

"oh?"

Peng Ziqi's face became more serious: "Do you feel tired when you wake up?"

"Ah..., well..."

"I can see from your face that you are very tired. When I woke up, I also felt very tired, um... my waist is still a little sore."

Xia Xun breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Ah, yes, yes, I also...I feel very tired too."

Peng Ziqi's expression tightened and he asked hurriedly: "Then have you ever dreamed?"

"ah?"

Peng Ziqi's face turned red, and he quickly waved his hand and said: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

Xia Xun said with a confused smile: "Miss Peng, what do you want to say?"

Peng Ziqi straightened up and began to pace in the room. While pacing, he said, "There must be a problem here."

Xia Xun was disturbed by her and asked quickly: "What's the problem?"

Peng Ziqi stopped and said seriously: "There is something wrong with the wine we drank."

Xia Xun's heart skipped a beat and his expression changed a little. He forced a smile and said, "Wine... the wine tastes very good. What's the problem?"

Peng Ziqi stared into his eyes, suddenly moved closer, and lowered his voice: "I suspect... what we drank was fake wine."

"Ah? Fake wine"

"Yes, fake wine"

Peng Ziqi analyzed calmly: "I usually drink so much that I would never sleep so soundly, let alone wake up so tired, but I actually slept soundly last night, and I am still weak and very sleepy.

Because of you, you usually wake up earlier than me, but today you actually slept till now, don’t you think there’s something wrong?”

"This..., well, there is indeed a problem."

"now it's right"

Peng Ziqi snapped his fingers and made an analysis conclusion: "Originally, I suspected that a illegal store was opened here, but I have carefully checked and found that we have not lost anything, so there is only one explanation left. This

The store is not a shady store, but the owner is a profiteer. They sell fake wine."

Xia Xun said calmly: "This... Mr. Peng's analysis... makes sense. So what are you going to do?"

Peng Ziqi hugged his shoulders, pinched his chin and pondered: "I haven't thought about it yet. Do you think we should call the shopkeeper, scold him, and then ask him to waive our shop and meal expenses? Or should we just kill him?

This store?”

Xia Xun was startled and said quickly: "In my opinion, let's forget it."

"how?"

"After all, I am also a reputable person in Qingzhou City. As the saying goes, if we help relatives but don't help, we have nothing to lose anyway. If we make a big fuss here, will the people in this town still spread good words about us? Yes.

Damaging your reputation."

Peng Ziqi shook his head and sighed: "It's people like you who want to save face and suffer."

Xia Xun smiled dryly and said: "When you are in the Jianghu, you can't help yourself..."

Peng Ziqi rolled his eyes at him and said, "What kind of charlatan are you? You keep talking about charlatanism. Why don't you get up?"

Xia Xun looked at the sky and said, "It's almost noon. Let's not leave in the sun. Let's just take a rest and go back to the city in the afternoon."

Peng Ziqi nodded and said, "Okay, I feel a little tired too, so I'll go back and rest for a while."

"good……"

Peng Ziqi walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked: "You...really didn't dream last night?"

"Huh? Why should I dream?"

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Peng Ziqi hurriedly slipped out and walked to the corridor and stamped his feet in shame and annoyance: "Silly girl, when you dream, do people have to dream with you? When you dream, can you have the same dream as you? You keep asking and asking.

, I really have no shame or shame.”

Peng Ziqi said with self-pity. A waiter who happened to be passing by in the yard saw that the guest officer was dressed in men's clothes, but he looked like a daughter. He couldn't help but look straight at him. Peng Ziqi saw him and immediately shouted angrily: "Look.

What are you looking at, you profiteer?"

Miss Peng shook her long hair and went back to her room to catch up on her sleep, leaving the waiter with a confused look on her face.

Feng Xihui died, and not many people attended the funeral. He was not a local, and the funeral was funded by his friend and boss Zhao Ximo and Zhao Tuiguan together with several colleagues in the prefect's Yamen who had good relationships with Feng Xihui. It lasted seven days.

Later, Feng Xihui's coffin was buried in Linglong Mountain in the west of Qingzhou City.

Because his home was burned to ashes and many years of savings were destroyed, several colleagues had limited money to organize the funeral, so they only invited a half-hearted monk from a small local temple to conduct the funeral for him. Only a few people attended the funeral.

The only colleagues in the government office were Xia Xun and a few wealthy businessmen who thought they had a close relationship with Feng Jianxiao.

Shopkeeper Liu from the Nanyang River is also there. He is pretending to be a servant outside An Yuan today. The two of them are standing beside Xia Xun, with four or five people separated. Xia Xun is holding an umbrella in one hand and not squinting.

Guang has noticed that there is a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

The sky was overcast, and the rain was as misty as mist, wetting the only 70% new robe that Monk Jingye could use. He was shaking the Dharma bell in his hand and was chanting the "Great Compassionate Rebirth Mantra" for Feng Xihui: "Nan

There is no Amitabha Night, Duotaga Duoye, Duodi Yeduo, Amilidu, Povi, Amiliduo, Xiyupovi, Amiliduo Vigolandi, Amiliduo Vigolandi...

"

Reciting it over and over again, low and solemn, coupled with the clear rain and the gloomy sky, constituted a sad and touching farewell song. Xia Xun stood in the crowd, silent and motionless, with no trace of sight on his face.

A hint of emotional fluctuations.

"Monk, I mispronounced it"

I heard the voice of Monk Jingye reciting sutras stuck there. He kept reciting the sentence "Amiriduo Vigolan Di" vaguely, and the pronunciation of two words in it was wrong. Qingzhou, who was wearing a soapy green robe,

Wu Huiguang, the official in charge of the government, couldn't bear it anymore.

Monk Jingye blushed a little, pretended not to hear, and continued to mutter his words "Amiriduo Viagra Landi". Wu Huiguang coughed and couldn't help but raised his voice: "Monk, you pronounced it wrong, it's not Viagra."

, it’s Pika, this sentence should be read as Amiriduo Pikalandi.”

In front of his disciples and many guests, a layman pointed out that the sutra and mantra he recited was wrong. Monk Jingye immediately couldn't get off the stage. He blushed and defended: "This donor, what the poor monk has been reciting is

Amiliduo Viagra Landi is Viagra, yes, that’s what the poor monk’s master taught.”

Wu Huiguang was an eighth-rank official, and he was born in the right way as a Jinshi. He worked in the prefectural government office as a surveyor and auditer. Probably because of occupational diseases, he was an upright man.


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