Jin Ruo poked his head over to take a look, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, isn't this the Flower God pretending to be Hua? Why is he still holding up a knife? Could it be that this knife is--" He aimed at Lin Sui'an, "Qian Jing? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
Is this naughty kid afraid that others won't recognize them?
Lin Sui'an slapped him back with his backhand. Unexpectedly, Jin Ruo, a kid with good kung fu, turned around and avoided it, laughing even harder.
Lin Sui'an raised his eyebrows: Good society is dead!
The hawker also realized that something was wrong at this moment. His eyes turned twice on the prints of Hua Yitang and the Iron-Blooded Flower God of Wealth. He patted his thigh and said, "Hey, don't mention it, this young man is very handsome." What a blessing!"
Hua Yitang suppressed his laughter and flicked open his fan, "What I said is true. I feel that I am destined to be with this iron-blooded God of Wealth! Mu Xia, please bring all the prints of this little brother to your home. Let’s keep one part for ourselves, wrap up the rest, and send it to Yangdu, Dongdu, Yidu and Guangdu as quickly as possible!”
Lin Sui'an: "Hey!"
"We must let the entire Tang Dynasty, from the octogenarians down to the youngest children, know the great deeds of the Iron-Blooded Flower God of Wealth!" Hua Yitang said proudly.
Jin Ruo: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Lin Sui'an: "..."
The vendor was so happy that he rolled all the prints carefully and neatly, and tied them with hemp rope. More than a hundred prints were rolled up, which took up a lot of space. Ita asked Qinglong Suzaku to help, and he made a big one. The battle caused the surrounding small vendors to come over to watch the fun.
This question: What is this for?
The one said: Have you seen that young man? He is dressed like a butterfly. He is from out of town and has never seen the world. He bought hundreds of prints and said he would go home and give them away.
Hey, there are such good things! The brother-in-law of my brother and sister is also a printmaker. I have to tell him quickly, maybe he can make a fortune.
My eldest nephew also sells prints. He is just down the street, so I went to shout out.
Good guy, the word spread from one to another, and within a short time, all the print porters in the market gathered together, shouting and selling their own prints. Hua Yitang was in high spirits, and he went crazy on his own, and he was so energetic. As soon as the fan was raised, all comers were welcome, and everyone was included, and the whole street was boiling. Those who were doing business stopped, and those who went home didn't go back. The cooks threw away their pots, and the cloth-cutters threw away their knives. Girls, young wives, young men, old men, and children all came running over to watch these people from out of town. of being taken advantage of.
Lin Sui'an stood aside with a look of despair. There was no point in trying to stop him anyway. He just broke the jar and threw it away. He could do whatever he wanted. The worst he could do was to kill the iron-blooded God of Wealth and refuse to admit that he had anything to do with her. Talking about it was just a waste of time. Yitang's pot.
"... Are there any prints of the Goddess of War?" A faint voice floated out from the crowd, almost drowned out by the noise of the people. Lin Sui'an's ears twitched and he looked along the sound, but saw an old man with white hair leaning on a Crutches, trembling and groping to squeeze forward, the crowd was surging, the old man staggered, and almost fell down several times, which was very thrilling.
Lin Sui'an hurriedly stepped forward and helped the old man to a more open space, "Old man, there are too many people, so be careful."
The old man thanked her repeatedly, "I heard from people in the market that all the prints and burdens are here. Excuse me, is there a painting of the Goddess of War? I will post it at home for peace."
There are many versions of Yicheng's prints. Lin Sui'an didn't know which one was the God of War, so he helped the old man to ask the print porters. Unexpectedly, when they heard the name of the God of War, their expressions changed drastically, and they shook their heads repeatedly, saying that they had never never heard of that.
The old man was anxious: "Nonsense! The God of War is the God of War who protects Yicheng! Our people in Yicheng have always used the paintings of the God of War to ward off evil spirits! You actually said that there are no paintings of the God of War. You are all ungrateful dogs!"
"Oh, my old man! Please keep your voice down!" The vendor who first sold Hua Yitang's prints waved his hands, "The name of the Goddess of War cannot be mentioned again!"
The old man's face turned red with anger: "I want to invite the God of War to go home!"
Vendor: "No one has made prints of the God of War for more than thirty years."
"Who said that? I just bought one a few years ago, and it's only been a few days. How come no one has done it? You must be disgusted with me because I don't have money. I have money! I want to invite the God of War to come home and bless her. home!"
"..."
Lin Sui'an understood. This old man was probably too old and confused.
"How about, brother, please print one now." Lin Sui'an said, "It's not easy for the elderly either."
The vendor sighed, rummaged through the basket for a long time, pulled out a black cloth bundle, found a corner away from others, and untied the black cloth. Inside the bundle was an old printmaking mold. After laying out the paper, brushing the ink, printing out a sheet smoothly, twisting it with both hands, drying it carefully, rolling it up, and stuffing it into the old man's arms, "Master, please take it, don't let outsiders see it! Okay!" Okay, okay, I won’t take your money, hey, hey, OK, OK, I’ll take the money, please go slowly.”
The old man held the print in his arms as if holding a baby, and walked out of the crowd on crutches.
Lin Sui'an stared at the print template on the ground, thoughtfully, "Is this the God of War Empress?"
The vendor squatted on the ground, carefully wiped the ink on the template, and said quietly, "We have no God of War in Yicheng for a long time."
"I see that this God of War Empress is very heroic and majestic. Can I have one?"
The vendor looked back at Lin Sui'an, opened his mouth, sighed heavily, lowered his head and applied ink again, printed a piece for Lin Sui'an, blew it dry, rolled it up, offered it with both hands, bowed and clasped his fists, and packed it away Things leave.
Lin Sui'an felt that the last fist hold was not aimed at her, but at the God of War Empress in her hand.
The Hua Family Villa in Yicheng, No. 250, Huazhai, the number shows great intelligence.
Mu Xia notified the resident attendants of the other courtyard early to clean and sweep the house three days in advance, making the entire house look brand new and sparkling.
Ita directed Hua's attendants to carry the luggage, while Qinglong Zhuque and White Tiger Xuanwu were responsible for carrying Hua Yitang's six large boxes of clothes. Zhuque was the most eloquent among the four saints and was entrusted with the important task of explaining to the maid how to care for these clothes and how to iron them. How to iron, how to hang, how to incense, how to prevent moisture, how to place accessories in categories, several maids looked at each other with stars in their eyes.
Mu Xia was busy preparing dinner, and took four chefs to select ingredients in the backyard. Those who delivered vegetables, fruit, wine, and meat were waiting in a long line outside the back door. An attendant rushed out to find the water boy. Half the cart of fruit was knocked over and Gululu rolled all over the ground.
Hua Yitang ordered people to unload all the prints from the car, and asked two nursing staff to follow him with two large buckets of paste. They wandered around the house with great interest, sticking them on every door and window, less than half At that time, the entire courtyard was plastered with the glorious image of the God of Wealth, the Iron-Blooded Flower, with five steps and one post, ten steps and one sentry, not to mention too much trouble.
Lin Sui'an could only stay out of sight and stay in the main hall to hide and relax.
All the Hua family's houses and other courtyards have been replaced with Taishi chairs. It is said to have led the trend in the Tang Dynasty and sold well at home and abroad. The one Lin Sui'an is sitting on now is the latest improved version, with wider armrests, thicker waistrest, and more. With the pedals removed, you will feel like a sofa when you lean on it. Fang Ke leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.
Lin Sui'an was looking at the prints of the God of War.
The man in the painting is wearing black armor, riding a white horse, holding a sword, six feet long, majestic. She is a woman, but her face cannot be seen. She wears a black mask on her face, leaving only thin gaps for her eyes, mouth and nose.
Jin Ruo came over and said, "This print is not as detailed as the Iron-Blooded God of Wealth. It is a bargain."
Lin Sui'an: "Do you think the people in this painting look familiar?"
Jin Ruo tilted his head, "Is there any?"
Lin Sui'an pointed his finger, "This mask is very similar to Yun Zhongyue's, but the color is different."
Jin Ruo looked horrified, "Master, don't you have a crush on Yun Zhongyue?"
"ha?"
"Be sure not to let the person named Hua know about it, otherwise there will be another mess and a bloody mess!"
"..."
Fang Ke, who was sleeping, held back a strange sound in his throat.
Hua Yitang swaggered in while waving his fan. Jin Ruo quickly grabbed the print and stuffed it into his arms. He sat aside as if nothing had happened, picked up a plate of sugar cake and started eating.
Lin Sui'an noticed that Hua Yitang's big cuffs were stained with a bunch of paste, which was a bit funny, and motioned for him to wipe it. Hua Yitang lowered his head to look, then stood up and said, "Mu Xia, go back to the room and change clothes -"
Suzaku walked in with a cold face, "Mr. Mu is in the kitchen, I don't have time to take care of you, the clothes haven't been ironed yet, just wait."
Hua Yitang froze, while Lin Sui'an and Jin Ruo suppressed laughter.
Zhuque added, "There is someone asking to see you. It's the magistrate of Yicheng County."
The magistrate of Yicheng did not come alone. He also brought with him six wealthy gentry from Yicheng, including Zhang Yuanwai, Li Yuanwai, Tian Yuanwai, Lu Yuanwai, Kong Yuanwai, and Wang Yuanwai. They sat in a room with their average age around fifty.
The magistrate of Yicheng County has a horse-faced face and his surname is Song. He speaks with a sense of bitterness and hatred. "It has been said that Silang of the Hua family is extremely intelligent, knowledgeable and has solved countless strange cases. He is called the best detective in the Tang Dynasty. Song is I have been waiting for you day and night, and finally you are here."
Upon hearing this opening statement, everyone immediately understood.
Fang Ke suddenly opened his eyes, "How many people died? Where are the bodies? Are they still fresh?"
Magistrate Song waved his hands in panic, "No, no, no, no dead people!"
Fang Ke let out a "tsk" sound.
Ita came up with a tea tray and served freshly brewed hundred-flower tea to everyone one by one. Of course, the special hell smoked tea was placed on the square table. Fang Ke took a sip and his face looked better.
Hua Yitang held the tea cup and blew on it, "What case is it?"
Magistrate Song wiped his sweat, "This case, whether it is big or small, is really unspeakable——"
Several members of the staff were very anxious when they heard:
"Oh, Magistrate Song, please don't be careless. Now the number one detective in the Tang Dynasty, Hua Shilang, is here. There is no shop like this after passing this village!"
"If this continues, how can we sleep peacefully?!"
Hua Yitang blinked, "Magistrate Song might as well say it straight, Hua is all ears."
Magistrate Song sighed, "In recent months, there have been burglaries in Yicheng and a lot of things have been stolen. The people of Yicheng are in danger and cannot sleep at night. It's really annoying!"
Lin Sui'an thought in his mind, "What kind of snitch?"
"No one has ever seen this thief!" Magistrate Song said, "This thief comes and goes without a trace. He is mysterious and very arrogant and bold. Before each robbery, he sends a flower note to warn him!"
As he said that, he took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Hua Yitang. Inside the envelope was a piece of paper with a plum blossom drawn on the lower right corner and crookedly written:
[At three o'clock on the tenth day of the tenth lunar month, the most precious thing to the owner of your mansion]
Hua Yitang's expression was hard to describe, "The paper is plain straw paper, the ink color is not correct, and it has a slight smell. It should be a bargain on the market. The flower - the painting is quite ugly, and the word - is even uglier... I'll take the liberty to ask, secretly What is walking away from?"
"It was my house that was stolen!" Officer Lu raised his hand, "It belongs to my wife... cough, bellyband..."
"Pfft——" Lin Sui'an, Jin Ruo and Fang Ke sprayed tea at the same time.
Hua Yitang's eyes twitched, and the flower note in his hand suddenly turned into a hot potato. He couldn't pick it up or throw it away. He pinched the corner with his thumb and index finger, trying to secretly stuff it back into the envelope.
"Wait a minute, Huashiro!" Magistrate Song pointed, "This thief signed his name on the back of the flower note."
Hua Yitang adjusted his expression, slowly turned over the flower note, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Three characters, written with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: cloud, middle and moon.
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Yun Zhongyue: Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze! :,,
