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Jiusu asked, "Does he have any other relatives?"

Zhang Tu shook his head. "No, his uncle died five years ago. He is a bachelor, so Hunpi is the only one left."

The bastard's body was covered with a white cloth and carried out. His hands were placed outside, his nails were black and smoking. The officers and soldiers who were carrying him were very disgusted.

Other dead people are either dirty, smelly or ugly.

This bastard is so smelly, dirty and ugly.

If the bastard could hear it, he would probably open his eyes and ask, how can you argue with a dead person?

The second floor of the teahouse.

Li Yulan ordered another pot of tea. She smiled and poured two cups, handed them to the man next to her, and said softly, "Sir Song, this is the Biluochun you like."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Song Wang said expressionlessly, "Sorry to bother you, Miss Li. I'm just going out, so there's no need to be so fussy. I don't have to drink Biluochun either."

Li Yulan agreed with a smile.

This scene deeply hurt Qiu Man's eyes. What does it mean to be out of the house? Whose house is it? Are they living together?

Her hands were shaking.

In a rush of impulse, she picked up the teacup in front of the man and drank it all in one gulp.

"I won't drink anything but Biluochun!"

Jiusu raised her eyebrows, hooked her hand, entwined Jiang Jing's little finger, and whispered in his ear: "This sentence has a connotation. It's not that you have to drink Biluochun, but that you have to drink it from Lord Song."

Jiang Jing smiled dotingly.

"Then who do you think Mr. Song likes?"

“I can’t tell at the moment,” she said.

Song Wang stared at the empty porcelain cup. The green porcelain cup was very pleasing to the eye, except for the small piece of red lip balm on it.

He looked at the 'culprit' and asked.

"What does Miss Qiu mean?"

"I just want to drink Biluochun." Qiu Man didn't dare to look directly into Song Wang's eyes. It was too cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She lowered her head and rubbed her hands nervously.

He wouldn't get angry and ignore her, would he?

Li Yulan smiled and pushed the teapot to Qiu Man, saying, "Then Miss Qiu, please drink this pot of Biluochun. By the way, I remember that Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to drink tea much."

How did we get to talking about tea?

Jiusu asked, "Miss Li, are you going to open a teahouse?"

Li Yulan was puzzled, but she still kept a smile on her face. She seemed to be a person who loved to laugh. She shook her head and said, "No, why did Miss Jiu say that?"

Jiusu's eyes concealed a hint of coldness and she took a sip of tea.

Sour and bitter.

"That's because Miss Li has a very good memory. She can remember other people's favorite teas right away. Oh, by the way, what kind of tea do you like, Manman?"

If the first sentence can be considered a compliment, then the second sentence is full of sarcasm.

Why can I remember what kind of tea Song Wang and Jiang Jing like to drink, but can’t remember what Qiu Man likes?

The common point is that they only remember what men like to drink.

Qiu Man curled her lips slightly and said meaningfully: "As for me, I probably like to drink all kinds of tea, and no one remembers it."

Li Yulan's smile froze on her face.

"Miss Jiu, I don't understand what you mean."

I have to say, this is the first time Jiusu has seen Li Yulan change her expression. In fact, there is nothing wrong with trying to please someone you like. When pursuing someone, there is nothing shameful in doing anything.

But she didn't understand.

A Jing has already held Li Yulan's hand in front of her. Their relationship cannot be described as "boyfriend and girlfriend" which the ancients could not understand, but it can at least be described as intimate, right?

See you again, 'Mr. Jiang'.

It's 'Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to like drinking tea' again.

Jiusu really couldn't stand it anymore, she put away her cold eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing, I was praising Miss Li for her excellent memory."

Li Yulan understood the sarcasm in it.

In just a blink of an eye, she sorted out her mood and responded with a smile: "This is the first time I meet Miss Jiu. Next time, I will remember that you like to drink flower tea."

Jiusu picked up the porcelain cup, looked at the beautiful petals inside, and a sentence emerged in his mind.

"Drink scented tea, don't be a philanderer."

Jiang Jing immediately poured a cup of scented tea and echoed, "A Su, I also like to drink scented tea. I only love you."

Jiusu's ears turned slightly red and he coughed lightly.

"Let's talk about business. Let's talk about business."

Qiu Man looked at Li Yulan and said pointedly, "Sir Song, we should talk about serious matters. We can't let outsiders here, right?"

Song Wang said calmly: "She came here on behalf of the Marquis, so she is not considered an idler."

On the contrary...

He glanced at Qiu Man, as if to say that you are the outsider.

Qiu Man straightened up and said arrogantly: "Her father is a marquis, and my father is also a marquis. Besides, it was Sister Jiusu who brought me here. I am her little follower, and I am an important person!"

Jiusu nodded and said seriously.

"Yes."

Song Wang had a headache. How did this become a matter of whether he was a marquis or not? Now that Ju'an Marquis was here and Li Yulan was watching him, it would be easier for him to act. He was helping the emperor to monitor.

He waved his hand and ordered someone to bring a plate.

"Look."

Jiang Jing said: "This thing is called a pipe. I once heard a knowledgeable old man say that he saw an envoy from the Xige country sucking on it at a palace banquet before, but the one he used was much better than this."

Song Wang nodded, he had heard something about it as well.

"When Hunpi died, he was still holding this thing in his hand. I guess he died from smoking this thing. But what is this thing? How did it end up in the hands of a commoner like Hunpi?"

But smoking a little cigarette can cause death. How can people who cook in the kitchen every day bear it?

There must be something wrong with the thing I'm sucking.

Jiusu felt her blood rushing in pain. She thought of the Opium War in the 19th century. She picked up the small plate, took a look and said, "This is opium poppy. It has ornamental and medicinal value, but if used for a long time, it will be highly toxic. It will make you depressed, thin and then die."

She took a sip of her tea.

Qiu Man hurriedly poured tea. Hehe, sister is really amazing and knows everything. She put down the teapot, held her chin with both hands, and looked at her admiringly.

Jiusu continued, "As for why it appeared in the hands of common people, it was difficult to pass the checkpoints of the nobles, so it could only be spread through the hands of some people."

Song Wang put his hands on the edge of the table and said anxiously.

“Why spread it if it can kill people?”

Jiusu's eyes sparkled. Thinking of the tragedy of the 19th century, she said, "It's profitable, so naturally the more people smoke it, the better. This thing is addictive. Some people would sell everything they have, even go bankrupt, to buy a small plate like this."

Pointed to the palm-sized plate.

"There is only a pillow and a quilt left in this house. The pots and pans in the kitchen are gone. The county magistrate said that he married a wife, but she is nowhere to be found. I think she must have been sold."

Jiang Jing said: "It turns out to be such a big chess game."

Qiu Man’s little brain kept turning.

She suddenly realized, "If we find that woman, we can find the location of the poison!"

"Yes!" Song Wang nodded and looked over. "Hunba's family members are all dead. We can only start with the person he married. But where will he be sold to?"

When Qiu Man saw Lord Song talking to her, she moved her legs happily and said.

"There are only three types of selling people."

"Which three?" Song Wang asked.

Qiu Man rubbed her hands. She said, would Lord Song misunderstand her as a vicious woman who didn't want to do serious things all day? She whispered, "Be a maid, a prostitute, a concubine."