The carriage stopped in the east of the imperial capital.
Outside, the coachman tightened his horse and spoke solemnly: "King, Master Ye, the head of the Ye family, the east of the city has arrived."
"Yeah." The breath was lazy, Qingge responded indifferently.
The snow-white and slender hands lifted the bead curtain, with elegant temperament and slowly walked off the carriage.
Then, Ye Wuhen followed.
The east of the city is a relatively remote place in the imperial capital. In other words, it is the home of poor people and is looked down upon by many nobles in the imperial capital.
It is hard to imagine that there is such a place in the imperial capital of the Northern Moon Dynasty.
Smelling ditches were right next to the house, and people coming and going, their eyes were dull and they walked in a hurry. They seemed to have become accustomed to the odor emitted in the ditch.
In the summer, this taste is even more intense.
The dark alleys are damp, and garbage can be seen everywhere, and many are even moldy.
Qingge's face did not change, but Ye Wuhen frowned.
"It is said that people living in the east of the city are often bullied by nobles, but they didn't expect it to be so serious."
Ye Wuhen is the head of the Ye Mansion family and the superior of this city. How could he know the sorrow and bitterness of the little people?
Qingge had no opinion on this, and only said: "Don't think that everyone in a prosperous place is rich and prosperous, and there are people who are tired of living."
In the past life, Qingge saw too many such things.
In those bustling cities, there are music and music every night, and the lights are bright and wine. Of course, there are also many poor people who are crowded in the stinky ditch and fighting life.
In the world, there is no absolute fairness.
Life is not just about beauty, happiness and well-being.
Qingge walked into the alley, holding a stack of information in his hand.
This is the information Ye Wuhen just found, which reads all the people with a single name and one letter in the east of the city and their address.
"In the east of the city, there are quite a lot of people with single name and letters. There are many vague places on the information, and the cremator's identity has not been investigated clearly." Qingge said: "First, these ages and identities are impossible.
The people were eliminated, and they went to look for them one by one, and then waited for news from Anu."
"So long has passed, can I find it? Maybe that person has left the imperial capital." Ye Wuhen frowned and said.
"Those who have ambition can succeed in their work. If you want to find it, you can always find it."
Qingge said while walking to the alley to the depths and knocked on the door of a house.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with wrinkles on her eyes. She looked at Qingge in confusion.
People in the east of the city only live in their own world and struggle to survive. Most of them only know that the emperor has a four king, but they will not care about what these four kings look like.
Therefore, women do not know Qingge.
But when she saw Qingge's bright and beautiful appearance, she was quite nervous and nervous. She swallowed her saliva and asked anxiously: "Girl, who are you looking for?"
"May I ask, is this Zhen Xin's home?" Qingge asked.
"Yes, Zhen Xin is my husband. Unfortunately, he died of illness two years ago..." When talking about the deceased husband, the woman's face was full of loneliness.
"Have you passed away..." Qingge murmured to himself.
"Is there anything wrong with the girl looking for him?" the woman asked.
Qingge smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency, did your husband be a cremator during his lifetime? I want to find the person who cremated my father and express my gratitude."
"Crenchman?" the woman shook her head and said, "He is a carpenter and a dedicated person. He has done one thing in his life and has never been a cremator. The girl must have found the wrong person."
When he heard Qingge calling her Your Excellency, his eyes were somewhat cloudy, with the light of hope.
In this continent, there are many practitioners who can only be called your honor when facing people who deserve respect.
She is just a woman, and her inferiority is in the dust, but at this moment, she is blooming in her heart.
"Sorry, I'm disturbing." Qingge took out a small jar of peach blossom wine from the space bag and placed it on the woman's hand. "This is an aged peach blossom wine. When a woman drinks it, it has the effect of maintaining her beauty. If you don't dislike it,
You will accept it."
"Is this for me, really?" The woman carefully held the wine jar, at a loss and looked at Qingge in disbelief.
Qingge smiled, "Yes, your Excellency, say goodbye." Qingge turned his head and looked at Ye Wuhen, "Brother, let's go."
Ye Wuhen nodded.
The two then walked towards the corner and wanted to enter another alley.
The woman suddenly shouted Qingge, "Girl, what's your name?"
I stopped singing and looked back and smiled brightly. The smell filled the alleys, spring was blooming.
Qingge said: "Night, Qingge."
After saying that, the two walked forward and disappeared from the woman's vision.
The woman thoughtful and whispered: "Ye Qingge?"
At this time, the child in the woman's family came out and asked, "Mom, what Ye Qingge is? That's not the name of the Four Kings. There are taboos, so you can't scream."
"Four Kings?" The woman was stunned and then she remembered that the Four Kings were a woman, very young and had snow-white hair.
The woman looked at the wine in her hands in surprise, with tears in her eyes.
On the other side, Qingge knocked on the doors of one family after another, but never found the cremator of that year.
Back at the entrance of the alley, Qingge bit her lip.
All the objects were found, and there was no message.
What went wrong in the middle?
At this time, Annu came on a horse, holding a stack of information in his hand and jumped off the horse, walked to Qingge, Ye Wuhen and the others.
"How is it?" Ye Wuhen asked.
Anu said: "Head of the family, Wang, I found out that the cremator was originally named Li Xin. He changed his name to Li Boxian 17 years ago and lived at the foot of the Xueyuan Mountain in the eastern suburbs of the city."
"In the suburbs? Change your name?"
Qingge seized two important messages and looked at Ye Wuhen.
"There must be a problem. Let's go to the eastern suburbs of the city." Ye Wuhen said.
The two of them got on the carriage, Anu rode on horseback, and several of them rushed to the east of the city.
It was very far away in the suburbs, and it was only a full hour later.
The snowy field mountain is very big.
Qingge walked off the carriage and saw a very small wooden house at the foot of the vast mountain.
In front of the wooden house, the yard was surrounded by a fence. In the yard, an elderly man was working hard to chop firewood.
Anu dismounted, found the portrait, and looked at the old man, "Your Majesty, he is Li Boxian."
Qingge opened the door of the courtyard and walked in.
When the old man approached, he realized it.
The old man stopped chopping wood and looked at Qingge, "A few people are..."
"Li Xin?" Qingge said the old man's original name.
The axe in the old man's hand fell to the ground.
"This girl, I don't know what you are talking about." The old man pretended to be calm.
Qingge sneered and said, "Uncle Li, I am Ye Qingge, my father is Ye Jingfeng, and my mother is Yan Bitong. In this way, do you still know what I am talking about?"
Qingge could clearly feel that the old man's face turned completely white.
After being extremely shocked, the old man sighed and came to his senses, "Come in."
The old man walked into the wooden house.
Qingge and Ye Wuhen walked in together.
Qingge half-closed her eyes and looked at the old man's hunched figure.
The secret of more than ten years is about to be revealed.
Many times, she just guessed that Ye Jingfeng was still alive.
But this old man can make her believe it.
Qingge crossed the threshold and sat down in a simple chair. (To be continued)