The novice monk responded, performed a Buddhist salute and left.
Master Huijing opened the Buddhist scriptures in front of him again, picked up the pen again, and copied the scriptures seriously. Master Huijing's face looked particularly pious under the light.
The young novice monk walked out of the Zen room and entered the pagoda in the backyard. He walked into the pagoda step by step with a lamp, and then stood there until a short figure wearing a cloak came over in the darkness.
That was a woman. Normally she would dress up and entertain guests on the flower boat. Now she put on an ordinary dress and a cloak and knelt in the pagoda to recite Buddhist scriptures, just hoping to get peace in her heart. She believed
Only Buddhism can save her from suffering.
No matter what Master Huijing tells her to do, she is willing to go there. There are many injustices in the world, and no one can help them. Only they can fight against them.
"It's time, please take care of yourself, donor." The little novice monk whispered.
The woman nodded and quickly walked out of the pagoda. She was going back to the flower boat. An important person would go to the boat to find her tonight.
A flower boat is parked on the water.
The prince of Shunyang County was sitting in the boat. He stretched out his hands to adjust his sleeves. This was his favorite robe. The dark embroidery on the robe glowed softly under the moon, making him even more noble.
After he came out of prison, he was so shocked that he locked himself in the room. He didn't want to see anyone or say anything to anyone. He almost resigned himself to his fate and just waited for Zongzhengji to deal with him.
The Yamen and Miss Xu are no longer investigating the case. Who can save him? Maybe one day he will be like his second uncle and end up with his own miserable life.
Later, his mother asked for a talisman, and an old god told him to continue investigating the case so that his injustice could be brought to light. He also predicted that the clouds and mist would eventually clear up and the sky would clear.
It was this idea that supported him to continue to inquire for information. However, after Qiao Shu died, the clues were cut off. He could only wander around in the market. Walking around like this so hard did not make any progress in the case.
However, the old god said that there would be a turn for the better in the next two days, and sure enough today he heard that one of the flower girls in the flower boat had met Qiao Shu.
Tonight he was dressed like this, and the majesty of a royal relative was displayed in front of people. Anyone who saw him would be in awe, and would tell him the truth if he didn't know it.
"Sir," a maid finally came up and said, "my girl will be here soon."
Qi Defang was extremely pleasantly surprised. This time, his visit was not in vain. People who knew the inside story were finally willing to see him.
The maid retreated, and Qi Defang poured another cup of tea and drank it slowly.
"Drink less!"
A muttering voice came from the wind. There was a hint of anger in the tone. Qi Defang was startled. Now he was the only one around. Where did that voice come from? Could it be underwater?
Thinking of this, Qi Defang stretched out his neck and looked into the water. Wherever he looked, except for the sparkling moonlight on the surface, there was darkness below.
There was no one around, but he didn't dare to drink the tea.
After sitting like this for a while, a woman walked out of the cabin.
The woman had a petite figure, delicate facial features, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes made her a bit more gorgeous, but she was charming but not vulgar.
"You want to ask Qiao Shu?" the woman said directly.
Qi Defang nodded.
The woman sat down and said, "Why are you holding on to her?"
Qi Defang told the truth: "Because Qiao Shu's father used to be the shopkeeper in my house, and he framed my second uncle. I want to know why the shopkeeper did this.
My second uncle said that the shopkeeper was not simple. Why was he not simple? His daughter Qiao Shu must know the reason.
I finally found Qiao Shu, but unfortunately she died."
"What a pity," the woman said, "If Qiao Shu was still alive, maybe you would have found the answer you wanted by now."
"Yes," Qi Defang sighed, "but when I think about it carefully, there is something strange about Qiao Shu who died in Biyun Tower."
"Oh?" the woman said, "What's so weird about it?"
Qi Defang said: "I followed my second uncle to the shop and saw Qiao Shu from a distance. The figure of Qiao Shu seemed to be taller than that of ordinary women, but the dead Qiao Shu was very short. Is it possible that she was too tall?
After all these years, Qiao Shu shrank back.
Is it possible that they are not the same person?"
The woman frowned: "My lord, what you said just now is very strange. Qiao Shu is Qiao Shu, how could there be a fake one? Her life experience and her appearance cannot deceive anyone, not to mention that it was not easy for the lord to track her down.
How can you admit your mistake?"
Qi Defang stood up excitedly. He felt that he was right to come here. What the flower girl said made him enlightened: "The dead Qiao Shu may be the shopkeeper's daughter, that is to say, she is
Really Qiao Shu.
The person I saw in my uncle's shop was not Qiao Shu. The person pretended to be the shopkeeper's daughter to meet with the shopkeeper. We happened to bump into each other. I was hiding in my uncle's carriage, and they didn't see me. They thought I was there.
My second uncle was the only one who witnessed everything, so he was forced to death by them.
In the past two years, I began to secretly investigate the case. They were afraid that I would find out the truth, so they even set up a trap to kill me.
Thinking about it this way, the identity of the pretended Qiao Shu must be extraordinary, and my second uncle must have recognized him, so he died."
Qi Defang was very excited. He finally thought everything through.
"Congratulations, Prince, you finally figured it out," the woman's voice came, "but have you seen the appearance of the fake Qiao Shu back then?"
"No...no..." Qi Defang suddenly realized this, "I...didn't see it clearly, otherwise I should have figured it out the moment I saw the real Qiao Shu."
"What a pity," the woman said, "It turns out that you didn't see anything. In that case, why did you still investigate the case? It's not worth losing your life for this."
When Qi Defang heard this, he looked at the woman blankly: "What do you mean?"
The woman stood up calmly: "My lord, you don't have long to live. You will be killed in the next two days. How pitiful you are."
Qi Defang finally understood what the woman meant. He stepped back, but after taking just two steps, he felt sore all over and his vision began to blur: "What's going on? You... you are trying to hurt me. There is... in this water...
…There are drugs.”
The woman said: "You drank too much tea, and there is no need for me to do anything anymore."
Yes, he drank too much water and accumulated a lot in his stomach. He was about to go to the clean room, but now it seemed that there was no chance. Qi Defang looked down at his clothes. Such clean clothes were so dirty.
Already...
Why is his life so miserable?
Didn’t the old god say that he was going to push through the clouds and see the blue sky? Where is the blue sky?
Qi Defang shook a few times, turned around and was about to run, but was kicked in the leg by a maid who rushed over, and then he fell forward.
He seemed to have returned to the time when he was caught by Xu Qing'an in Biyun Tower. He was also in such embarrassment and vulnerable.
Qi Defang slowly fainted.
"Tie him up," the woman ordered, "until something happens over there, then he can die." The prince of Shunyang County and his family will all die.
