"No, no." Qingyu waved her hands quickly, "I'm going back to the mountain after the Lantern Festival. I see there are a lot of good things in the capital, so I want to bring some back to Master."
"You don't have any money, so you set up a stall?" Yan Yan continued what he said.
Qingyu nodded, "I, I don't want much silver."
Seeing that Qing Yu had a good relationship with Yan Yu and that he was a Taoist priest who had recently become famous in the capital, he said, "Why don't I give it to the Taoist priest first?"
"No, no, no, how can that be done?" Qingyu waved her hand.
He still looks shy when facing strangers.
The three of them spoke as if there was no one around, and Shen Beizhu breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't have to mess up the scene now."
"Qingyu is very powerful, becoming an immortal is not a problem." Yan Yan patted Qingyu on the shoulder with optimism.
Qingyu lowered her head shyly, "Miss Yan praised me."
"Miss Yan." A weak voice said.
Only then did the three of them remember that there was another person in the shop who came to ask for help.
"Mrs. Xu?" Shen Beizhu saluted.
This Mrs. Xu was the person who testified for Shen Beizhu at Wanxiang Mountain.
She was also the wife who came to talk to Yan Yu when he first came to Wanxiang Mountain.
Yan Yan followed this lady's scent and came to Qingyu's shop.
"It seems like something happened to Madam?" Yan Yan said.
Even if Yan Yan didn't say anything, others could tell that the Prime Minister's wife had aged a lot during this time, and her face was even more haggard.
In Yan Yan's eyes, this lady had a lot of unclean things on her body.
"Madam, this Miss Yan is a very powerful person. If she is with Pindao..." Qingyu said.
"I know, I have met this girl several times." Mrs. Xu closed her eyes weakly, "Please help me."
Years ago, the Prime Minister's wife went to Wanxiang Mountain to seek blessings for her son.
Xu Yiyuan is the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Palace, and he has been highly valued by the Prime Minister and his wife since childhood.
In front of his parents, Xu Yiyuan is indeed the most capable son of the two, but he just hangs out in a brothel privately.
After Mrs. Xu learned about this, she turned a blind eye. Which young man in the capital didn't have a bed-warming woman in his backyard? She also wanted to find some girls for her son to put in the backyard.
It's just that Xu Yiyuan himself didn't agree and still wanted to be a flower girl from a brothel.
How is it appropriate for the dignified prime minister and son to put the flower girl in the backyard and give her a name and share her with her?
Xu Yiyuan has listened to the words of the prime minister and his wife since he was a child, and he only mentioned it once and then never mentioned it again.
Gradually, he no longer even went to the flower streets and willow lanes——
The three of them were listening, but the Prime Minister's wife stopped talking. They all looked at Mrs. Xu.
"Is this a good thing?" Yan Yan asked, looking at Shen Beizhu.
Yan Yan has always put fun above all else, and it is not a good thing for her that this is not a place where she likes to have fun.
"There is a mixed crowd in Huajie and Liuxiang. After all, he is the prime minister's son, and there are many people who want his life."
"So, your young master was harmed by someone, so he didn't go there?"
"I don't know either. When I returned to my house from Wanxiang Mountain, I heard from my family that Yuan'er would never go to that kind of place again."
"Then you came to Qingyu because you thought your young master's sudden sexual change was caused by a ghost?" Yan Yan said with a look of shame.
If you go, you will be scolded, if you don't go, you will be suspected.
"I do suspect that he is possessed by a ghost."
There were loud gongs and drums outside the shop, and it started to get lively again somewhere. It was so noisy that Yan Yan almost thought that Mrs. Xu had not spoken.
"You have changed the couplets of the door gods and fired the cannons. If this does not come out of Shangyuan, ghosts will not dare to get up."
Both Yan Yan and Qing Yu were wondering if Mrs. Xu had made a mistake, "Why don't you take the young master to see the doctor first?"
"My nephew, I have also heard a little bit about Mr. Ling." Shen Beizhu suddenly said, "It is said that Mr. Xu is obsessed with the person in the painting."
"The person in the painting is obviously a ghost!" Mrs. Xu said sharply, Shen Beizhu's words irritated her.
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The Prime Minister's Mansion in Beijing.
Shen Beizhu and Mrs. Xu walked in front, while Yan Yu and Qingyu looked around behind.
"Did you see anything?" Yan Yan turned sideways and asked softly.
"Nothing at all."
Yan Yan nodded thoughtfully.
The visitors were guests. Although Mrs. Xu cared about Mr. Xu, she still led a few people to dinner first.
Shen Beizhu and Qingyu were embarrassed and thought of going to see Master Xu first. Yan Yu had already sat down at the dinner table.
He picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and asked, "Don't you want to eat it?" Then he put the meat into his mouth.
In the eyes of others, Yan Yan just came to visit with the two of them. In fact, Qing Yu still wanted to listen to her about the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
As for Shen Beizhu, he was just the money bag of the two of them, coming to join in the fun.
Yan Yan had already sat down, so they didn't want to go see Xu Yiyuan by themselves first.
"Madam, you said there is a ghost in the painting. What painting is it?" Yan Yan picked up a chicken leg.
Shen Beizhu and Qingyu both pricked up their ears and listened.
"The painting is in Yuan'er's room. You can see it if you go over there."
Yan Yan and Qing Yu looked at each other.
Without revealing anything, they still have to go see it...
"Madam, have you seen that painting?" Qingyu asked, "Has anyone else in the house seen that painting?"
Mrs. Xu nodded, "Everyone in the house who has seen Yuan'er has seen that painting. If Yuan'er doesn't put it away, it's hard to imagine not seeing it."
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Xu insisted that they see it in person, thinking that there was a curse on the painting that would curse those who viewed the painting.
If that were the case, this painting would be more than just a ghost.
"Then what is painted on the painting? A person?" Yan Yan asked again.
Mrs. Xu still looked like she didn't want to say anything.
Yan Yan put down the unfinished roast lamb chops in his hand, "Let's take a look first."
Regarding the painting with the ghost in it, Mrs. Xu said nothing, which just whetted her appetite.
Xu Yiyuan's yard is similar to Shen Beizhu's, but a bit fancier than Shen Beizhu's.
The courtyards of young masters from perhaps aristocratic families are almost the same.
Yan Yan knew where the painting was hanging without the need for anyone to lead the way.
"Miss Yan, you better not look at that painting..." Mrs. Xu said before Yan Yan went into the room.
Mrs. Xu quickly looked at Shen Beizhu, "Hurry up and go in with Miss Yan! Don't let her look at that painting alone."
Shen Beizhu had already suspected that there was something in the painting along with Yan Yu and others, but now that he heard Mrs. Xu being so anxious, he quickly went into the house.
After entering the house, there was a screen with bedrooms on both sides. Yan Yan went to the left, and there happened to be a canopy bed.
There was a person lying on the bed, and even if there were people coming and going in the yard, he wouldn't even get up.
But the person on the bed was obviously not dead, just passed out.
There is a dressing table outside the canopy bed, and there is rouge and gouache on the dressing table. The rest of the room is obviously a man's bedroom.
A bronze mirror stood on the dressing table, and Yan Yan watched the distorted image in the mirror gradually get closer.
In the bronze mirror, a woman's face was reflected. Her huge eyes took up half of her face, and her bright red mouth was as small as a red line.