Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 147 Madam, Please Advise Me
Li Shishi was a little confused.

It was not that she treasured her secret skills. Besides, she felt that the "Zhelong Sleeping Pill Technique" passed down to her by Taoist Chen was nothing special except that it helped her sleep.

If there is any other effect, it is that I age more slowly and have been free of illness and pain all these years. I don't know if it has anything to do with this practice.

But she is naturally beautiful, and if she takes good care of herself, it is not uncommon for her to look like a woman in her thirties at the age of her early forties.

Moreover, after she came to Lin'an, she had been living a secluded life, leading a regular life, and had never had a headache or fever, so it might not be related to the technique.

Therefore, Li Shishi did not take this technique too seriously.

But she values ​​her promise.

The old Taoist priest had said that she was not allowed to pass on the entire "Zhelong Gong" to others, so she had only passed on the first part of the technique to Dan Niang.

However, not only did the old Taoist explain things to her, she also read a number of Taoist classics herself. Although those Taoist classics were not Taoist classics on breathing exercises, after all, there were many terms that were similar to the exercises she had learned.

So from her understanding, she thinks that if this set of exercises can treat internal symptoms, then it will mainly be reflected in the content of the next article.

But the first part is the foundation. Without learning the first part, you cannot learn the second part. If both the first and second parts are passed on to Yang Yuan, wouldn’t it be a breach of trust?

Li Shishi had never betrayed anyone in her life, so she was somewhat hesitant to do something that went against her own principles.

But, looking at Yang Yuan, whose cheeks were flushed with fever on the couch...

This kid killed the deputy envoy of the Jin Dynasty and nearly two hundred traitors. Even among the veteran soldiers who fought on the battlefields, how many could have such an achievement?

After all, this was a man who had made great contributions to the country and the people, and he was also the man that her goddaughter liked...

After hesitating for a long time, Li Shishi's eyes suddenly lit up and a sly smile gradually appeared at the corners of her lips.

She had a good idea to deceive herself!
……

The morgue of Lin'an Prefecture was located in the most remote place in the northwest corner of the prefecture.

After all, it is a place where corpses are stored, which is quite taboo, so the locations chosen are relatively remote, outside the daily activities of the public.

Therefore, it was effortless for Old Man Song and Uncle Gou to sneak into such a place.

"Not him!"

The room was rather dim, and Old Man Song didn't need any light. He took the dead man's hand without hesitation and touched it, and he came to the conclusion, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief.

Just by touching it once, and only touching one place, he found at least three places that did not match Yang Yuan.

The most obvious thing is the calluses on his hands.

A person who has been chopping wood with a knife every day for a whole year knows exactly which parts of his hands will have calluses.

Although Madam Wan's men are killers, they have only learned the skills of killing. In these aspects, they are not as experienced as this veteran scout.

In addition, Madam Wan was eager to confirm the identity of the deceased at the time, and she had to resolutely distance herself from the deceased, including a gold man, in front of Zhang Quwei and Cao Fuyin, so she only hurriedly checked the most obvious mark to her: the scar caused by the gold hairpin under the ribs.

So she had never examined the calluses on the corpse's palms.

Liu Mo also has calluses on his palms, but they are on the sides of his fingers, which are caused by learning embroidery.

Of course, Lao Gou absolutely believed in Father Song's judgment. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and praised, "This kid is quite amazing. He set fire to the vicious dogs in Zhiweitang and broke through a group of wolves in Qiyun Society. He has so many lives on his hands. Old Song, this is no less than the number of people you have killed."

"Nonsense, after all, he is my...ex-son-in-law. If he didn't have some skills, would I have given my daughter to him?"

"Old Song, you really don't want this son-in-law anymore?"

Old Man Song said angrily, "Who knows where this bastard has gone to again. We want to protect him, but we don't know where to find him. What do we want?"

Old Man Song put down the sheet and said, "Wait until he decides to stop, and he hasn't become a wanted criminal by the court yet. Otherwise, will my daughter follow him into rat holes and become a thief every day?"

Uncle Gou said worriedly, "Old Song, this kid has become alert since he left Zhiweitang. After escaping death from Qiyun Society, I'm afraid he will become even more cautious. Are we going to lose him now?"

Old Man Song said confidently, "Unless he stops attacking, I can find him as long as there is a little movement. You don't have to open a tavern anymore. My business is growing now, so you can come and help. This time, you help me kill people, and I will be mainly responsible for keeping an eye on that brat, so I don't worry that he will get lost again."

At this time, there was a noise outside. It was the people sent by Guo Xin who were pulling a cart to take away the corpse.

When Old Man Song heard the voice, he immediately gestured to Uncle Gou.

The two of them each climbed up a pillar and quickly climbed up, then hid their bodies behind the beam.

The door creaked open, and light shone in...

……

Renmeifang, a small pavilion by the stream.

Kou Heiyi gently stroked the cracked part of the pavilion's railing.

Two plainclothes imperial guards stood beside them; all three were in plain clothes.

This should be the first scene of the death of the Jin people on the ship, right?

Then, it floated downstream to Zhonghefang?

However, if the golden man had already reached the shore, judging from the broken railing, he was facing the river, standing in the pavilion.

Finally, why did his body appear on the boat again?
While the two were fighting, they fell back into the boat?
Do the Jin people, the unidentified dead man, and the riot at Qiyun Society last night have anything to do with each other?

After thinking for a while, Kou Heiyi slowly raised his head and said, "Ke Shuo, go check that boat and see if anyone's boat was stolen last night and where it was stolen from."

A plainclothes imperial guard behind him agreed and turned away.

At this time, Yang Cunzhong was complaining to his old friend Zhao Mi in the Palace Front Office: "Tell me, tell me, the public security under the feet of the emperor is getting worse and worse. How did Cao Yong manage it? Oh? I took my old friend to go fishing last night, and hey! The boat was stolen. This is outrageous!"

At the small pavilion beside the Renmeifang stream, Kou Heiyi said again: "Liang Yi!"

"I'm here!" "Go to Lin'an County and report that an important official letter was lost in Renmeifang. Ask them to send someone to check every house. The key is to find out who heard or saw the noise last night. If there are any suspicious families, be extra careful."

Liang Yi bowed and said, "Yes!"

Two plainclothes imperial guards left one after another.

Kou Heiyi gently patted the broken railing. Was the crack really caused by Tieguduo?

The touch from his fingertips made him feel something was wrong.

Of course, the Imperial City Bureau was not confident in letting Liu Shangqiu investigate the National Information Office alone, but the emperor's uncle was in a bad mood and they had to take care of his pitiful self-esteem.

But privately, Commander Cao still sent out another group of people, which was the group led by Kou Heiyi.

……

In the afternoon, Yang Yuan regained consciousness.

His high fever had not subsided, and he didn't feel hungry even though he hadn't eaten anything for such a long time.

Is this a last gasp?

Yang Yuan had some vague awareness of his physical condition.

If he didn't want to break up, he would break up completely and not let Luxi have any thoughts about him anymore, like Lu You, who ruined the girl's life. He really wanted to use this brief moment of clarity to return to Qingshi Lane and see her for the last time.

Forget it, be willing to give up, be willing to give up, only by giving up can you gain.

You can't make up your mind, or you will harm her. She is still a 16-year-old girl.

Yang Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly and looked around at the situation in the room.

Only at this moment did he have the mood and energy to look around where he was.

This is a carved and embroidered bed with a red gauze curtain hung with golden hooks.

There was a small lacquered and gilded mahogany table at the head of the bed, on which were placed items such as teapots, tea bowls, washbasins, and silk scarves.

Against the wall at the end of the bed, there was a dressing table inlaid with mother-of-pearl, agate, etc., but it was very clean, without any head jewelry or rouge and powder, probably because they had all been put away.

Opposite there is a window with square holes and flat ball-shaped patterns made of persimmon calyx. Because it is a bedroom window, it cannot be opened or disassembled. The only way for air and light to pass through is through the holes hidden in the patterns on the bed.

Because it was summer, the windows were covered with green gauze.

Next to the antique display cabinet, there is a folded painting screen. At night, it is opened and placed in front of the window to block the wind so that it does not blow directly onto the couch.

Yang Yuan lowered his head and sniffed the thin quilt on his body. It was a soft satin quilt embroidered with water birds and lotus flowers, with a faint scent of agarwood.

Yang Yuan recalled the scene when he went to the "Moshanghua" embroidery workshop to ask to see Mrs. Li for the first time. Her little house never received guests.

Therefore, such an exquisite place should not be a guest room, but Madam Li’s boudoir with embroidered couch.

Well, I've owed him a big favor again.

Unfortunately, I have always believed in not owing favors to others, but now I have no chance to repay them.

If she were a slave to my jade waist, I could still hum a few notes and then hum a song for her.

But Madam Li lives such a refined life, and she doesn't lack anything...

Yang Yuan slightly turned his body to the side. Although it inevitably pressed on the injured part of his ribs, it was more uncomfortable to lie on his back motionless like this all the time.

But when he turned sideways, he found a notebook beside the pillow.

Why did Mrs. Li put such a notebook next to my pillow?
She placed it next to his pillow, obviously not afraid of him seeing it.

Yang Yuan thought that Madam Li had gone out for something and left some instructions.

He took it in his hand and saw only four beautiful and elegant words on it: "Sleeping Dragon Pill".

When I opened it, I saw that it was a continuous piece of paper folded into eight pieces.

This is a piece of cooked rice paper, which is made through a series of processes including alum application, coloring, gold sprinkling, printing, wax application, and mica sprinkling, and has a relatively hard texture.

When you unfold it, you will find it is an obscure text. When you read it carefully, it seems to be an article about practicing qigong and regulating breathing.

After all, Yang Yuan had read a few novels about cultivating immortals. With the fragmentary Taoist vocabulary he knew, he could barely tell that this was a Taoist internal power technique.

Fortunately, on the third and fourth pages, there is a vertical drawing of the human body outline with some acupuncture points and meridians marked on it.

Using it as a reference, he read the text sentence by sentence, and he was able to barely understand it.

Could it be that this technique is useful to me, so Mrs. Li put it here?
But it looks so tiring, wouldn't it be better if she just gave me some direct instructions?
Yes, I was sleeping the whole time...

Yang Yuan is now trying his best to save the situation. As long as there is a possibility, there is no reason not to try.

So he studied the exercises carefully, and followed the breathing exercises. After struggling for quite some time, he still didn't quite understand the parts about internal observation, focusing the mind, and circulating the meridians. But just by practicing the breathing exercises according to the parts he already understood, he actually felt much more energetic after regulating his breath for quite a while.

The pain and discomfort in his internal organs seemed to be alleviated a lot.

Yang Yuan was overjoyed. This thing was really useful. Could it be that I don’t have to die?

However, I don’t understand many nouns!
At this moment, the door opened and Li Shishi walked in.

She was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe that set off her slender neck, making her look like a noble swan.

A hint of snow-jade color appeared from her slightly open neckline, shining with a moon-like luster.

As soon as Yang Yuan saw her coming, he couldn't wait to raise the note: "Madam, what is the magpie bridge, what is the Tao fetus, what is the cauldron furnace, and what is the dual cultivation of sex and life!"

(End of this chapter)