Zhao Qingqing's boudoir is small and exquisite, and all kinds of things are neatly placed and stored. Apart from the "bed", there is no place to hide...

A dead girl lying on the bed.

No one wants to blaspheme such a poor "female" who died early.

Chen Zetang gave Chen Huan Chenrong a look. The two of them understood and planned to let go and take out the hidden weapons and wait for them.

People from outside talked, and the soft words of Wu Nong from Jiangnan were even very angry and painful, and they didn't feel resentful.

Chen Zetang's spirit became more and more solemn as he walked closer and closer. The visitor showed that his skills were both good and well-trained.

When he walked to the door, there was a man's rough hand, holding the curtain of "flowers" tightly lifting it up. The cool breeze blew the sound of Chen Huan's sleeves.

"The stable is on fire!" Suddenly, panic screams came from afar. The person in front of the door paused and shouted loudly again: "Is it still offending me? The horses are running around in a mess, why don't you go and restrain me?"

The curtains swung over the clusters, and their feet were gone in an instant. Chen Zetang breathed a sigh of relief. The three of them quickly returned along the same path and waited to leave the "Leshanzhuang". The accompanying "Shi" guard flashed out from behind the sycamore tree. Zhang Hong was quite embarrassed but didn't care, and said, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Chen?"

Chen Zetang took the direct penis and raised his eyes and asked him: "Is the stable you set? The fire broke out for no reason. Master Zhao wanted to pretend that he was fine."

Zhang Hong hurriedly bowed and replied: "The news of the five transmissions came, saying that six or seven great men had entered the Qingyun Pavilion. Thinking that the second master was waiting inside, he was unable to do it in a hurry. I hope that the Lord would forgive me for his crime."

Chen Zetang shook his head slowly, and no longer talked, and went straight to Bai'hua Inn.

Shunyu was very tired. Somehow, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned around for a long time. Suddenly, she turned over and pulled down the floor, opened the window sash, and brought a chair closer to her. While sitting, she was "hardening" her sore legs and abdomen, staring at the streets outside. She was not waiting for Master Chen, but she couldn't sleep.

There is a west-Ji'er Lane opposite Baihua Inn. On both sides are short and slim brothels. A red cage is hung in front of the dormitory. Under the red cage, a prostitute is erected in sequence. She is not afraid of the cold. She wears a single-book shirt early and throws water waves at the guests.

A few prostitutes were laughing and jokingly walking through the street and walking to the roadside of Baihua Inn. They set up a food stall, and the stove was filled with an iron pot. Half a pot of cooked oil sounded "freshly" and the fragrance blew in front of Shunyu's breath. It turned out that they were selling fried lotus cakes. The prostitute used kraft paper to pick up a lotus cake, afraid that the oil would drip into her clothes, and afraid that it would burn her mouth. She stretched her neck and bit her small mouth lightly, exhale and chewed slowly, which looked delicious.

Shunyu swallowed his saliva, and suddenly saw a group of people coming over there. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. It was Mr. Chen and his friends who were back. Seeing that they were both hands and feet, they felt relieved in their hearts. They poked out half of their bodies and waved to them hard, shouting in a high voice: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen!"

"Second Master, he called you." Chen Huan saw that Second Master Chen was thinking, and seemed to have not heard it, so he couldn't help but remind him.

Chen Zetang came back to his senses and raised his face to look at him. Seeing Shunyu's smile as if he was "flower", he stuck out his body and pointed at the food stall, looking like a greedy face to eat lotus root cakes.

Even if it was heavy in my heart, it was a matter, but seeing Feng Jiu's energetic spirit, he seemed to be light and his spirit became a hundred times higher.

Chen Huan took the money in his sleeve and wanted to buy it for Mr. Chen, but was blocked. He saw Mr. Chen standing in front of the oil pan and waiting patiently. He saw the stall owner overturning the lotus root cakes in the oil with long bamboo chopsticks, frying them until they were golden on both sides. He picked them up and put them in the oil paper bag, frying one more. After three repeated this, an old "woman" quickly wrapped it up and handed it over. Mr. Chen took it and walked towards the inn, as if he didn't realize that the prostitutes around him were laughing and looking at him quietly.

Chen Huanze stared back with his big eyes. Mr. Chen didn't like vulgar fans. He liked Taozi from Lou. How much he liked? He followed Mr. Shen. This was the first time he had seen him do it himself.

Shunyu was waiting by the door. Seeing Mr. Chen coming with lotus cakes, she hurriedly took the thanks, but did not go back to her room. She pretended to follow him at will and entered his room.

Mr. Chen hooked the corner of his lips and pretended to let her follow up casually.

Chenrong brought half a basin of hot water, and when it retreated, he pulled Chen Huan out of the room, and brought the "door".

Shunyu found a chair in front of the table and sat down. After loosening the twine, he opened the paper bag. The oily lotus root cake smelled so good. He picked it up and took it and took it again. It was crispy, tender, fresh and sweet. It really made me like it.

While eating, he glanced at Mr. Chen secretly. Seeing him taking off his body and straightened his body, Ye Xingyi was wearing only Tu Bailiyi's pants to wash his hands. Shunyu pursed her lips. She didn't want to stay here. She really had something to ask him, so she had to do it.

Mr. Chen walked over, sat down opposite her, held a pot and poured a cup of tea for Shunyu, and smiled and said, "This is Huo Xiaoyu's mention of Fushuang White Tea, and you can also taste it."

Shunyu knew that he had been shopping in Zhenjiang City today. He bought a lot of famous tea and savored tea. He couldn't help but frown: "Maybe it's because of lotus cakes, I can't taste the thickness of this tea." She asked again: "Mr. Shen must have visited Zhao Qingqing's boudoir when he went to 'Leshanzhuang', but it was similar to what Huo Xiao'yu said?"

Chen Erye took a bite of tea and said, "It's not just similar, it's arranged according to Huo Xiao's "Yu". The plum trees in the garden are as interesting as her playing, the benzoin in the room, the floating white tea she asked for, and a guqin was placed on the table. Even the six plum blossoms on the face of the piano were described in no way. I originally guessed that Huo Xiao's "Yu" might be Zhao Qingqing, but."

When Shunyu saw him paused, he couldn't help asking, "But what?"

Chen Erye's tone was very calm: "The 'bed' is indeed lying on Zhao Qingqing, but she is indeed dead."

He knew what Shun Yu was going to say, so he continued: "Zhao Qingqing's mother suffered from the pain of losing her love for her daughter. It was really difficult to play with her deep love. The girl's body was withered. Although she was covered with pink, her face was gray, which showed that she had died for several days, and there was indeed a light scar on her eyelids."

If this is done intentionally, then the opponent's profoundness is no longer enough.

Shun Yu's face turned pale and he asked in a stuttering voice: "Is Zhao Qingqing really resurrected by borrowing a corpse?"

"I didn't believe it at first, but all the evidence was irresistible to point to the corpse and resurrect it. If you don't believe it, you have to believe it." Chen Erye put down the teacup and looked at her with a smile: "Then let's believe it, go to the 'gate' of the prefectural office to find Yang Qing tomorrow. We will go to the 'Leshan Village' again openly to see what the owner of Zhuang Zhao will say."

Shunyu was waiting for this sentence, and Suiheshou wanted to go back to his room, but he heard him ask, "What is in this lotus cake? Look at what you like to eat very much."

Only then did Shunyu realize that she had bitten two bites of the last lotus cake in the paper bag and forgot to leave one for Mr. Chen.

He lied with shamelessness: "The taste is average and very sweet, so Lord Shen can't eat it."
Chapter completed!