Chapter 46: The Burnt Corpse on a Snowy Night, the Yellow Beam in the Pillow
Chapter 46: Burnt Corpse on Snowy Night, Yellow Beam on the Pillow
Author: Bu Yiqiu
Chapter 46: Burnt Corpse on Snowy Night, Yellow Beam on the Pillow
To detoxify my mother, I had to turn to the Duke of Qi for help.
After that, Madam left her mother with her under the pretext of keeping her company. Yu Qiansi knew that this was because Madam was worried that she was not a retainer of the royal family, but she was in a high position and was highly valued by Wang Song. After all, the Duke of Qi's palace was cooking with fire, and the outside was full of flowers, but in fact
Every step of the way is a crisis, and one has to be extremely cautious.
But for her, it just happened to be smooth sailing.
The path I have chosen is too dangerous.
The Duke's Mansion, where you have no worries about food, clothing, and safety, is the best place to go.
Wang Song looked at her hesitant look, sighed, and comforted: "Don't embarrass yourself, I will always take care of you."
Yu Qiansi nodded heavily and smiled again: "Thank you, young master."
"I recently heard that there is a young man in the northwest who is quite successful in the field of divination and is famous far and wide. I was wondering if I need to help you with some inquiries?"
Yu Qiansi shook her head without thinking.
He sneered and said: "Didn't you say that everyone is dead? I'm afraid it's just a coincidence. Besides, these have nothing to do with me."
Wang Song nodded slightly and touched the purse in his sleeve, only to feel that the complicated lines on it were very prickly.
"There are a lot of people tonight, so I'll take you home."
"Need not."
Yu Qiansi refused without thinking. As cold as he was, he was also slightly at a loss.
She quickly said: "I want to walk by myself."
"Okay," he understood her thoughts in an instant. He nodded and chuckled, gently reminding: "Drink less and rest early."
Seeing that he revealed his little thoughts, his face, which was red from the spicy heat, was stained with a hint of drunkenness.
It wasn't until Yu Qiansi's figure was indistinguishable among the crowd like a drop of water falling into the lake for a long time that Wang Song said to Yixiang: "Let's go."
It was calm and waveless, as if there had never been any waves on the lake surface.
Yu Qiansi let the crowd lead her forward, let her mind wander, and walked aimlessly.
Gradually, the surrounding scenery became familiar. It was the lively market in front of the small courtyard where she rented.
Seeing other people's families happy and happy, she felt a dull pain in her heart.
She wanted to shout that it was unfair and ask God, if there really is a god, why would he bully her alone?
You can't see your relatives, you can't use your surname, you can't go back to your home.
She closed her eyes, and after a moment of daze, she raised a sarcastic smile and laughed at herself for her weak will.
If you blame others for such a trivial matter, how can you go on in the future?
I ordered a pot of strong wine and a few plates of side dishes, and sat in the market, watching the people coming and going. The slight sadness in my brows disappeared, and my face was smiling, but there was no emotion expressed.
She became that arrogant Jade Rakshasa again.
"What a coincidence, we meet again."
Yu Qiansi looked up, and sure enough, it was Boyi again.
Boyi took one step ahead of her this time, took a step forward and leaned over.
"Master Jade, we have met by chance three times today. Isn't this considered fate?"
Yu Qiansi put down the wine cup, curled his lips, and sneered: "Even if it is fate, it is also evil fate."
No longer bothering to hide her impatience with him, she asked: "What are you doing here?"
Boyi raised the mediocre wine bottle in his hand and said, "I was planning to go back for a drink when I met you. Apparently, I disturbed Mr. Yu?"
Yu Qiansi glanced at him: It's good to know.
Unexpectedly, Boyi was not afraid at all. He smiled broadly, lifted the corner of his robe and sat down next to her calmly.
"Since I have disturbed Mr. Yu, I must apologize. This jug of fine wine is my apology."
Yu Qiansi was speechless and covered the wine glass in front of her with her hand: "Do you think I'm a drunkard?"
However, these words, which were said with some annoyance, had no deterrent effect in front of a pot of strong wine that was about to reach the bottom, but instead sounded a bit coquettish.
Boyi saw that there seemed to be water in her eyes, shining with the candlelight, as if she had a glimpse of the whole world.
"I heard from Magistrate Lin that every time you solve a case, you like to have a few drinks."
Yu Qiansi was already in a bad mood, and when he heard this, his face became even colder.
Sure enough, he knew why he went to Pingkangfang this morning.
He stood up and said: "I'm sorry, there are no cases today, and naturally there is no case to be solved, and there is no need to celebrate."
Seeing her getting up to leave, Boyi quickly tore open the mud seal.
Yu Qiansi, who had just stood up, was stunned on the spot.
The aroma of the wine is long and lingering, gurgling like a stream, as clear as the first snow, and mixed with a bit of bitter rosin, which is quite unique.
Seeing that it was indeed effective, Boyi dusted the bench in a pretentious manner and invited Yu Qiansi to sit down. He also boasted: "This is an old wine from ten years ago. If I didn't admire you, Lord Yu, I wouldn't want to part with it."
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Naturally, she didn't want to get along with good wine, and she didn't think about what she had just said. She sat down calmly, took the glass of wine, smelled it, and tasted it, feeling relaxed physically and mentally.
It's really a good wine, it's been aged for ten years, just a little too much.
Boyi was so excited when he saw her eyes closed and relaxed, that he took out a few packets of spicy food from somewhere like a magic trick.
"Would you like some food to go with the wine, Mr. Yu?"
The thing is encapsulated in oil, and the spicy oil has seeped out a little, making it look very delicious.
"Being liked by Mr. Yu is a blessing for this wine. Don't worry, I'll cover all your celebration wine in the future!"
Yu Qiansi was a little uncomfortable with his sudden hospitality, and when she heard him say "celebration wine", she felt that these words were harsh.
"This is not a celebratory drink."
Boyi also realized that he had said the wrong thing.
After all, behind every case, it is inevitable that the pain of different people is involved.
Yu Qian swirled the wine in the glass, looking slightly tipsy.
"I drink just to find a feeling. I experienced this feeling the first time I drank. It's a pity."
It's a pity that since then, whether I was drunk or slightly tipsy, I have never seen the person I was thinking of again.
But drinking has become a habit. She always thinks that she must not be doing well enough. If she does better, maybe she can see him.
Ask him, who killed him? Why did he leave his mother and himself silently?
Yu Qiansi drank all the wine in the glass, feeling bored.
She stood up again and said sincerely: "Thank you for the good wine, Mr. Uncle, but you won't need it anymore. This glass of wine will be regarded as repaying the bet between you and me. From now on, we will return to the bridge and return to the road. I wish Mr. Bo all the best in the capital."
All the best, come home soon."
After saying that, he bowed his hands and said: "We will see you later."
Then turned around and left.
Boyi froze on the spot, confused.
Why does Yu Qiansi look so misty tonight? It's like clouds that will disperse at any time.
You obviously refused to let go before, but you insist on asking why, why did you suddenly change your mind and put your hands down and don't want to worry about it anymore?
He gritted his teeth: What a fickle woman.
Immediately he seemed to be angry again, and muttered: "You said it will happen no matter what, right?"
He didn't believe it. After reading his message at Yuli Pavilion, she would resist her curiosity and not find out the truth!
He hugged the wine jar and drank a few gulps as if to vent his anger, then turned around and left.
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Boyi's wine was indeed an old wine, but after just a few sips, Yu Qiansi almost became drunk and lost her temper. She managed to get home and fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but the light fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose. She sneezed and woke up, but found that she was not on the bed, but sitting and lying in a small dark compartment, and there was no movement outside.
She looked at the yellow talismans hanging in front of the secret grid and instantly realized where she was.
The next moment, she was standing in a circular attic.
The little girl's voice came to mind from within the dark grid, and she called out tentatively: "Daddy, have you finished your divination? Ah Si is so sleepy."
After that, he went out of the hidden compartment covered with yellow talismans.
I didn't know what I stepped on, so I lost my balance and fell to the ground on all fours.
"Ouch."
She exaggeratedly screamed in pain and touched a bead. Was it this thing that dropped her?
The little girl pursed her lips and felt very aggrieved, waiting for her father to help her up and comfort her with gentle words as usual.
But there was still no movement.
The little girl reluctantly raised her head and looked around, as if she couldn't see Yu Qiansi who was staring at her. His eyes flicked past her and landed on the table in the middle of the room. However, what she saw in front of her was horrifying.
Gains and losses are lost in words.
Yu Qiansi also stiffened his neck and turned his head to look over.
There is a person sitting behind the desk, who should be the father the little girl calls.
I say "should" because his whole body was burnt black and his appearance could not be discerned.
However, not to mention the entire room, the surroundings of the table, and even the paper spread out on the table showed no trace of the heat flames.
The corpse in front of him seemed to have been swallowed up by flames with eyes, without any harm to others.
Could this be the punishment from the gods that the clan uncle mentioned when he threatened her?
Thinking of this, the little girl's hair stood on end. She got up and wanted to see clearly, but her body retreated towards the door uncontrollably.
But Yu Qiansi on the side quickly stepped forward, knelt in front of the table, and examined it carefully.
The two missed each other, and their figures overlapped for a moment. But the little girl didn't notice it at all, and was only shocked in her mind.
Dad died and was burned to death.
No, no!
This must not be dad.
She retreated to the door, wanting to escape from here and find her mother and father.
But the door didn't move at all.
She remembered that when her father brought her in, he locked the house and the only key was on him.
But she didn't dare to get close or get it.
As if that were all, the charred corpse had nothing to do with his father.
There were shouts of harmony coming from outside the door. It seemed that the lights on the forbidden building had attracted other people's attention.
The lights and shadows were moving, and it seemed that many people were coming here.
Yu Qiansi also heard the sounds outside, and she knew that time was running out.
She scanned the table, the copper basin, and the body carefully, but the more she tried to see clearly, the blurry her vision became, and her heart was filled with panic.
The little girl next to the door was also very panicked. She suddenly remembered her father's instructions before she suddenly fell asleep: "Asi, you stay in this dark room, and you must not leave before I finish the divination. If it is later,
When you hear a strange sound, you click on the Bagua diagram to leave directly. This secret room is the only way out of this room besides the door. Remember, I brought you to do fortune telling.
Don’t mention it to anyone, including your mother.”
The little girl bit her lower lip and stepped back towards the secret grid with tears in her eyes.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Yu Qiansi reached out to grab her in vain: "Don't go!"
Don't go! Wait, wait, let me take a look at this place again.
But if it was normal before, the little girl went straight through her outstretched arm, climbed back into the secret compartment, pressed the Bagua diagram, and a slope appeared, sending her out of the attic.
The little girl couldn't believe what she saw until she landed at the bottom of the dry well.
Sit quietly and maintain the falling posture.
In the dry well, the falling snowflakes swirled and swirled.
Only the strangely engraved Buddhist bead she held tightly in her hand was embedded in her palm, reminding her all the time that everything just now was not a dream.
And Yu Qiansi, who was still in the secret room, realized something in the sudden silence when the girl left, and finally couldn't help but want to reach out to touch the body, but like fishing for the moon in the water, he couldn't touch it no matter what.
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Everything turned into fly ash at the fingertips, and Yu Qiansi woke up from his dream.
Outside the window, there was thunder and heavy rain.
This year's spring rain came earlier than in previous years.
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The night rain disturbed the dream and disappeared silently, leaving only the new greenery and the fresh air of spring in the city.
Before Mao hour, Yu Qiansi had already arrived at the entrance of Yuli Pavilion.
Today happened to be a day off, so somehow she ended up here.
Everything last night was like the remaining leaves of late autumn branches.
She couldn't tell how much she remembered, but it wasn't like she had learned nothing.
Half a sheet of paper ashes in the copper basin, the eight-character instructions written in purple paper and gold on the table, and a drop of bright red blood on it.
I can't remember how long it has been since I had this dream. Over the years, I have been running around with my mother, and then with my young master. Those fragments deep in my memory are like the trade wind. When I want to catch it, I can't.
When I don't want to, it suddenly disturbs my heart.
She remembered that the last time she dreamed about this scene was the wine in the broken bowl of the old beggar who got drunk on the street.
Boyi's wine is really good. Maybe if she drinks more next time, she will be able to remember more.
But that’s where it ends.
She remembered that she had relented yesterday and did not want to pursue his details anymore, hoping that he would take care of himself.
From now on, you will never be able to drink yesterday’s aged wine again.
The steward just saw Yu Qiansi standing in front of the door, stunned, and said hello.
He cupped his hands and said, "Master, a new guest came yesterday. Do you want to take a look?"
For some reason, Yu Qiansi thought of Boyi, whom he suddenly met at Yinlong Temple yesterday, and the mellow aroma of the fine wine came over him again.
She couldn't help but be curious: "Well, let me take a look."
The steward led her back to Yuli Pavilion and handed a blue silk bag to Yu Qiansi.
According to the rules of the Yuli Pavilion, there should be a Buddha's signature written by Master Jingkong after he knew what the suffering master wanted, and considered whether it was suitable for the Yuli Pavilion to solve it, a Buddhist bead, and a piece of paper with the whole story.
As soon as Yu Qiansi opened the bag, she saw the bead.
The whole person felt as if he had fallen into an icy lake and kept sinking.
Manager Yang has been working here since the opening of Yuli Pavilion. He has witnessed the process of Yuli Pavilion from being unknown to becoming famous all over the world. He has also witnessed the ingenious solution of countless unsolved cases and questions in the hands of Yu Qiansi. He has also witnessed,
She joined the Criminal Division and fell from the clouds to the bottom. She was pointed at the nose and scolded as a "running dog", but she smiled and remained calm.
But today, he was also a little flustered. When had his boss ever looked so out of control?
His face was pale and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
What exactly happened here?
He hurriedly handed over a cup of hot tea and said with concern: "Master, you."
"Uncle Yang, this person! Who is this person? I want to see him! Immediately, immediately!"
Yu Qiansi held the hot tea in her hands, but the heat could not spread to her whole body.
While she was waiting for Manager Yang to find the victim, she still held the silk bag in her hands in disbelief, as if the thing would disappear if she let go.
She had only seen similar beads in her dream last night, and they suddenly appeared here today.
It was clear that the confession was in the bag, but she looked pale and did not dare to take a look inside, for fear that everything was just a dream.
My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't even think about whether this was a trap.
The fragments of yesterday's old dreams occasionally flashed before my eyes.
She lowered her eyes and saw that her left hand, which was holding something, was shaking uncontrollably. She put her right hand on her left hand and pressed it hard.
That strength also seemed like he had made up his mind.
——Whether it’s a trap or not, I’m determined to take this path!
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