Xia Shang was not very happy. A quarter of an hour ago, he got himself a hard job for no reason.
But it wasn't nothing, at least it gave Xia Shang a wake-up call.
Lu Xun's death is not over yet.
The whole thing is not as peaceful as it seems.
The Emperor wants a true and accurate answer!
It seems that the emperor did not believe the previous memorials regarding Lu Xun's death.
The real situation is...
Xia Shang killed Lu Xun.
Now, by chance, the emperor asked Xia Shang to investigate the cause of Lu Xun's death. Can Xia Shang tell the truth?
Obviously it doesn't work.
But Xia Shang had a little advantage, and the emperor's request proved that Lu Xun's death was still a mystery.
What Xia Shang had to do was to concoct a scam that was as logical and convincing as possible, and blame others for Lu Xun's death.
This is a very simple idea, but it is not easy to implement.
Xia Shang knew too little about Lu Xun. What was his background, who had he dated, who were his enemies, what was his personality, and what did he like?
Xia Shang didn't know everything.
Without some basic information, do you want to deceive the emperor?
It's obviously unrealistic, and it's likely to expose yourself.
This was an extremely troublesome matter, but fortunately the emperor did not specify how long it would take to give an explanation.
As for proving himself and establishing prestige, Xia Shang was not concerned.
The emperor has been gone for a quarter of an hour.
Xia Shang, Mrs. Sai, and Sai Jiangnan all sat in silence in the small bamboo forest, each with their own thoughts.
It was quiet for a long time, until a few yellow birds passed through the bamboo forest, leaving a string of sweet notes, and the three of them came back to their senses.
Regarding what happened just now, the three of them tacitly agreed not to mention a word.
Jiang Nan looked at Xia Shang and asked in a low voice: "I heard from Xiaoqing that sir is here on a special trip. Is there something wrong?"
Thinking of business, Xia Shang quickly took out a list, quietly handed it to Jiang Nan, and whispered: "Purchase some of the things above for me. Remember, don't be discovered, I will use it in two days."
Seeing that his husband was so serious, Jiang Nan didn't dare to neglect him, so he quickly collected it and nodded solemnly.
I came to Sai Mansion just for this reason. I planned to leave in a blink of an eye, but I didn't expect that I wasted a lot of time.
After handing over the list, Xia Shang left.
Then he went to a textile workshop and found the owner. He asked the owner to make a gold thread cassock at no expense.
When we came out of the textile workshop, it was already approaching dusk. Xia Shang hadn't gone home yet, but it was Jiangnan Spring that he had just visited a few days ago.
As dusk approaches, it is the busiest time at the Yangzhou flower farm.
Jiangnanchun, which is located in a remote area, is no exception.
Different from other flower houses, most of the people who come to Jiang Nanchun are young men, all of them are handsome and have extraordinary talents. Occasionally there are some older middle-aged people, who are not as eager for sex as elsewhere, and they all have a good temper.
, modest and courteous.
Jiang Nanchun really doesn't look like a flowery building, but like an elegant living room that is free from the dust. Everyone who comes and goes has a chic and unrestrained style of living in a humble room, but only because of my virtues.
Xia Shang was very curious. In such a good place for romance, are all the women there really just prostitutes and not their bodies?
If it were an ordinary building, Xia Shang might not care, but what is hidden behind this place is the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so it seems very mysterious.
Opposite Jiang Nanchun is an open-air Xiaopeng's small tea stall, facing the canal and the water channel. The surrounding river breeze is blowing, and the floating weeping willows are fresh and pleasant.
Xia Shang first went to the tea stall and ordered some tea, then stood at the door and looked across for a long time.
The girl Chunjiao I saw last time is still at the door.
Xia Shang didn't want her to find out, so he waited for a while.
Soon, there were not enough girls waiting for customers at the door, so Chunjiao led the supposed guests to the back room with a smile.
Xia Shang quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, took the folding fan he bought earlier, and staggered to the door of Jiang Nanchun.
"It's wonderful. I didn't expect this remote place to have such elegant and elegant leisure and entertainment."
Xia Shang's voice was fair, his words were round, his accent was pleasant, and he attracted the attention of several girls as soon as he opened his mouth.
Not all young men are fair-looking and graceful in their speech and behavior.
Xia Shang stood in front of the door in front of several young men who looked like crooked melons and jujubes. He stood out from the crowd. Coupled with his handsome appearance and the gentle swing of his folding fan, he looked more like a young man than ordinary young men.
Soon a girl in pink clothes came up to her. She was pretty and seemed to be naturally charming. She had a small beauty mark on the corner of her mouth, which added a bit of charm. She held a small fan in her little hand and shook it, half covering the corner of her mouth.
He is beautiful, but he is also self-possessed. When he arrived in front of Xia Shang, he said a blessing first and whispered: "Who is the young master? He looks so handsome, his conversation is extraordinary, and he is new to me. I think this is the first time he has come to Jiang Nanchun."
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"Exactly."
"Then young master please come inside first."
The girl in pink turned aside respectfully to make way for Xia Shang.
Xia Shang was afraid that Chunjiao would come back, so he hurried inside.
The girl in pink followed Xia Shang and asked as she walked: "Youngdie from the slave family, don't you know the name of the young master?"
"We are all strangers, why bother to tell me clearly? Just know that my surname is Xia."
"The young master has a good mind, and I admire him. We have three days in the spring equinox in the south of the Yangtze River. Those who are lower will follow the custom. Under the stars and moon, with red candles hanging on the tents, we will sigh with the beautiful lady by the edge of this small lake. The winner will be famous throughout the ages.
Appreciate the new, in the bamboo house, there are ink, harp and harp, accompanied by beautiful women, for the harp and harp to sing harmoniously, without losing the rhythm of the dance. The most elegant and interesting, there is a red snail curtain, a talented woman's unique skills, the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, you still choose, it is the spring of the south of the Yangtze River
In the boudoir of the best girls, there is something wonderful about talking and having fun."
Yundie said happily, her eyebrows were bright, and she stared straight at Xia Shang, trying to figure out a little bit of Xia Shang's thoughts.
"Upper, middle and lower?" Xia Shang thought for a moment, "Of course I want the best."
Yun Die was even more cheerful and led Xia Shang to a large courtyard room. When he left, he received another two hundred taels of silver notes.
Two hundred taels for Xia Shang is nothing, but it is just a meeting fee, and it is not something ordinary people can afford.
This is a woman's room with clear specifications. There is a couch on the left, a hall in the middle, and a room on the right. The bed is located like a lady's boudoir, which is covered by a screen. There is a low wooden table in the middle of the main hall, and two futons on the side, facing the wall.
There are three landscape paintings hanging on it, without any dazzling tones, plain and simple, and the small potted plants in the window cast a light freshness.
Xia Shang saw no one, and was about to walk in and sit down when a red bellyband was suddenly placed on the screen in the back room. There was still residual warmth on it, bringing with it a burst of fragrance.
A female voice came from behind the screen: "Young Master, you will be here later."
This voice is so green, without any modification, it comes out naturally. Just listen to the words and its singing is so amazing.
But Xia Shang didn't come here today to look for flowers and flowers. He sorted out his thoughts, went into the house and took a seat, closing the door behind him.
In less than half a sip of tea, a woman walked out of the back room, wearing a green and white gauze skirt, which was wet in many places. The already translucent silk became more transparent. The scenery inside was looming, and several places could be seen clearly.
Her long hair is draped over her shoulders, and it is still wet. It looks like she has just come out of a bath. Her brows are flashing and full of charm. Just one look at her can capture people's hearts.
Xia Shang took a deep breath and rubbed his nose to make sure there was no bleeding. He was shocked: "Can you be considered a serious heiress?" (To be continued)