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The poetry reading was still in full swing. Those scholars, who usually looked serious, became much bolder in their words and actions after their cheeks turned red from drunkenness.

The whole restaurant was filled with poems, which were posted everywhere. The scholars laughed and commented on the poems.

It was lively all day long.

When the poetry reading was over, An Qiao felt so exhausted that her soul left her body. She sat in a daze under a pile of manuscripts. She had copied hundreds of poems today, not to mention that some scholars looked at other people's poems and thought they were nonsense, so they immediately wrote another poem.

Just like modern people's diss, everyone recited a poem, and at the end of the poetry reading, many people were still reluctant to leave, feeling that they had not dissed enough. Several people in the store spent an hour seeing them off before everyone supported each other and left.

For several days in a row, no one from the Dali Temple had time to come to eat. An Qiao also knew the seriousness of the case, but she didn't take it seriously. However, she had never had the chance to tell Gu Qingyun about what Shen Ya from the Japanese Yaxing said, and she was a little concerned for a while.

Just when he thought of this, a group of people from the Dali Temple stood at the door. An Qiao could only sigh and say, Speak of the devil, he will appear.

"The poetry reading held by the young lady today is so tempting. If I hadn't been so busy recently, I would have come no matter what." Xinhai was taken by Gu Qingyun to investigate the fire in Jinhuan Tower that year. He was busy all day and ate five steamed buns. At this moment, he felt hungry even though there were only some dishes left.

An Qiao had been busy all day and didn't have the energy to cook anymore. She just looked at the remaining dishes and said, "You guys just eat what you have. I'm too tired. I can't cook anything else today."

The few of them didn't mind, as they had to go back to work on the case soon, so they just ate, it was better than the cafeteria in the Dali Temple.

Seeing that several people had sat down, An Qiao served everyone a pot of tea, then sat down as well and told them about what had happened a few days ago. When Gu Qingyun heard that this case was so similar to the symptoms he had seen in the sanatorium today, he was also puzzled.

"Which family is this broker from?" Gu Qingyun asked.

"It's the only pawnshop in Baima Lane, and the owner's surname is Shen." An Qiao said.

Everyone nodded, and couldn't help but be concerned. He ran away some time ago, and who knows what he might know. If he is really from An Ning Lane, then it will indeed move the case forward.

"Anqiao, I want to eat something fresh next time." Gu Qingyun said this after finishing his meal, then turned and left.

An Qiao was too lazy to argue with him. She was already exhausted and there was no point in arguing.

......

The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, but the Dali Temple was still brightly lit. The flickering candlelight was just like the flickering case, sudden and impatient.

The giggling sound of the little girl in the sanatorium is still echoing in his ears. After not being able to find a clue for several days, Gu Qingyun feels more and more stressed. The Chief Justice of the Dali Temple has already issued an ultimatum. If nothing is found, it is better to declare it a mystery and let future generations deal with it.

Gu Qingyun always felt unwilling to give up, but he didn't know where he had missed something. He tortured himself over and over again, wondering what the problem was.

"My Lord Shaoqing, it seems that the Jinhuan Tower really did catch fire eight years ago, and there is really no follow-up." Xinhai's voice was weak, as if he wanted to stop Gu Qingyun from continuing to think about it.

"Let's investigate further. With so many people, how could it be possible that nothing happened? An Qiao said it today. If we investigate carefully tomorrow, we will eventually find out the truth." It was all because of this unsolved case. He hadn't had any good food to eat in the past few days.

Even today's lively poetry reading was not able to be attended.

Gu Qingyun scratched his head. The Dali Temple was busy in this weird atmosphere until midnight, until Wu Huan drew a new person. "Shaoqing, this person seems to be..."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly!" Gu Qingyun was extremely impatient.

"Why does this person look so much like the young master Luochuan who has been widely praised in the capital recently?" Zhao Huaiqing spoke at the right time.

"What? Master Luochuan, isn't he just a poor poet?" Gu Qingyun said in a bad tone.

"Yeah, that's why I'm surprised."

"This person...how did you come up with this idea?" Gu Qingyun stared at the portrait for a while.

"Today, a little girl in the sanatorium described this person while crying. She said that this person was a bad person, but she didn't know where he came from. I thought it was a little strange. The girl kept praising this person for his romantic and handsome appearance. I was very curious." Wu Huan carefully recalled the girl's words in the afternoon.

......

The guy was good-looking, and many girls liked him when they first met him. He had thin eyebrows and eyes, and was non-aggressive and extremely comfortable. When you looked at him, you always felt that he was smiling, and he felt gentle and weak, not very fierce.

But...he is the most vicious...

Every time he came to the house, all the girls were very scared. They were either forced into a corner by him or cried for mercy. This was not a big deal. When he started to torture people, he was more like the devil in the story.

......

Wu Huan continued to ask the girl about the nose, mouth, forehead... slowly a rough outline took shape. When he came back tonight and drew it, he felt something was wrong. Why did this person look so much like Young Master Luochuan?

It just so happened that Young Master Luochuan often went in and out of various restaurants, so Gu Qingyun checked this man today.

Master Luochuan is the most famous poet in Kyoto Prefecture in the past year. He may not be a poet.

An Qiao's previous evaluation was, "An ancient version of a store exploration expert, writing one marketing copy after another."

Ever since a poem became popular last year, he began to travel around restaurants and teahouses. Sometimes the poems he wrote had nothing to do with the teahouse, and sometimes they were closely related to the food and snacks in the teahouse.

Gu Qingyun analyzed that this was because some of the teahouses paid money, while others were just visited by Young Master Luochuan himself, so the poems were somewhat different.

Young Master Luochuan has always been known as a weak and sickly person who cannot endure the hardships of imperial examinations, but is extremely talented. He has no bad record on the surface this year, and has not even been to a brothel.

The scary thing is that the family of this Luochuan prince cannot even find his name. It's as if he appeared out of thin air. The earliest record is the autumn of the year before last, when he went to Beijing to take the exam. There is a record of him entering the customs and a record of him going all the way south, but nothing else.

"Has this Young Master Luochuan ever worked as anyone's aide?" Zhao Huaiqing also looked at the file and was at a loss for words.

"I haven't found out, but I always feel that he can't have become famous on his own. Someone must have helped him...but who is this person?" Gu Qingyun frowned and read the file carefully again.

It also contains all kinds of events, big and small, involving Young Master Luochuan. Many of them are recorded by his fans. The content is diverse and fantastic, and the main theme of the whole article is how talented and excellent Young Master Luochuan is.