"Tingwei Mansion Eagle Catching Ghost Face asks to see Mr. Jinling Ling Qin." The ghost face took out the Tingwei token with his right hand and showed it in front of a government official holding a Jingtang stick in front of the Jinling Ling Mansion.
"Master Ghost, please come inside." The Yamen was taking a nap while leaning on the jail stick. When Ghost Face called him like this, he almost lost his balance. He rubbed his eyes reluctantly and looked at the token again. His sleepiness disappeared immediately. Most of the time, he shouted to the Yamen servant next to him: "Go and report to Mr. Qin quickly."
After Liu Ningshi and Guimian entered the door, they were led by the Yamen servants and went straight to the lobby; not long after, a man in his thirties wearing a green official robe and a black official hat ran in in a panic: "I don't know. Lord Ghostface has arrived, but I am sorry to hear you come from afar, but I hope you will forgive me."
"Lord Qin, you are too polite. I am just a small catcher, why should I care about you?" Ghost Face pointed his right palm towards Liu Ningshi: "This girl is the third young lady of Liu Zhongshu at that time, sir, please be careful with me." oh."
"It turns out to be the third young lady! If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely tell you." Qin An said with a flattering smile.
"Master Qin, aren't you going to invite us to sit in the back hall?" Ghost Face reminded him, waving his folding fan.
"Oh! That's right, you see I'm really confused." Qin An slapped his forehead and made a gesture of invitation: "Please! Come and make tea."
The three of them came to the back hall and the guests and hosts took their seats. A waiter carried a tray and placed three tureens in front of the three of them.
"This is the new tea that our government office just got this year. Please try it." Qin An first picked up the tea bowl and used the lid to stir up the tea leaves floating on the water.
"The taste is sweet and the aroma is quiet." Liu Ningshi put the tea to her mouth, blew on it, and took a sip: "This is the best Lushan Yunwu, but it is worth a lot of money."
"What Miss Liu said is absolutely true." Ghost Face joked, "Master Qin, you really spent a lot of money."
"Where! This is just a gift from an old friend of mine. It just so happens that the two of you meet at the right time. It's God's will." Qin An is indeed a veteran in the officialdom, and there is no trace of flattery.
"Master Qin, the main reason we came here today is to inquire about one thing." Ghost Face cleared his throat: "A few days ago, a few gangsters were imprisoned in the Jinling Lingfu for disturbing the people at Li Laoshi's wonton shop. Do you still remember it?"
"Huh? Let me think about it." Qin An pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped his forehead: "By the way, it was Li Laoshi who was entrusted by An Dafang of Xuanwu Academy to report the case; I, in accordance with the laws of this dynasty, closed the case. Kill those four people for ten days."
"Among the four of them, who is the leader? What's the background?" Ghost Face then asked.
"This man's name is Jia Leizi, a native of Jinling." Qin An said, "He is uneducated and has no skills, but he has entangled a bunch of ruffians and collected protection fees in various shops all day long."
"Should we just ignore such rogue officials?" Liu Ningshi was very curious.
"The reason why these local snakes are able to thrive is because they have support from above." Qin An sighed.
"This guy has collected protection fees for so many years. I'm afraid he already has his own business." Ghost Face himself is a catcher, and the tricks here are clear.
"What Mr. Ghost said is absolutely true." Qin An nodded: "Although this Jia Leizi looks like a gangster, the property he built is quite elegant. It is the Juyou Tea House on Guyang Street, which is specially used for literati and poets to recite poems and write poems. , used for making friends and drinking tea.”
"Brother Ren, what Mr. Qin said is quite interesting." Liu Ningshi suddenly became interested: "The Juyou Teahouse is so close to my house, and Ningshi has never been there; why not take this opportunity to go and have some fun? how?"
"It's just what I wanted." Ghost Face and Liu Ningshi stood up and said, "Master Qin, we won't bother you anymore and take our leave."
"I'll see you two off." Qin An also stood up to see you off.
Juyou Teahouse is located on West Street, one mile away from Liu Mansion. It is divided into two floors. The lower floor was divided into small sections with screens, which were reserved for ordinary scholars and literati. The second floor was renovated into eight private rooms: Tian, Di, Xuan, Huang; Spring, Summer, Autumn and East. For the use of dignitaries and talented people.
The period between Youshi and Xushi every day is also the busiest time at the Juyou Tea House; no, amidst bursts of poetry recitation and the sound of playing bombs, the waiters in the lobby are serving tea, pouring water, and delivering fruits and snacks. It was extremely busy.
"You two gentlemen, please come inside." The moment Liu Ningshi and Guimian stepped into the teahouse, a waiter greeted them enthusiastically: "Do you two need a partition on the first floor or a private room on the second floor?"
"Hmm... What about this?" Ghost Face pretended to be thoughtful, and suddenly closed the folding fan: "Miss Liu, whichever room you want to go to, Brother Ren will satisfy you today."
"Brother Ren, Ningshi likes plum blossoms the most. They are tough and noble. Coincidentally, it is said that there is a room here called Hanmei Pavilion?" Liu Ningshi looked timid: "This is the room."
"This?" The boy looked at the two people's clothing and had to be patient and smile: "What a coincidence, Hanmei Pavilion has been booked by a distinguished guest today; the environment of Tianzi Pavilion is also very good. The two of you are not as good as..."
"Little brother, didn't you hear what this girl said clearly?" Ghost Face's originally indifferent face darkened, and he stuffed an ingot of ten taels of gold into the boy's hand: "No matter who it is, please invite him Get out of here!"
The boy held ten taels of gold in his hand, feeling like a hot potato. Either way, or not: "This young man really can't make the decision. I'd better ask the shopkeeper to come over and talk to you two in detail."
"Miss Liu, did you feel anything?" Ghost Face asked Liu Ningshi quietly while the servant was leaving.
"There seems to be a light layer of mist in the direction of Hanmei Pavilion, giving people a feeling of illusion and reality." Liu Ningshi felt something strange when she entered the door, so she wanted to take a look.
"Miss Liu's feeling is correct." Ghost Face cast an approving look at Liu Ningshi: "This is a formation called mirage, although the mist here only uses one-tenth of the skill."
"Who wants to enter Hanmei Pavilion?" An old-fashioned man in his forties walked slowly following the previous boy.
"Are you the shopkeeper?" Ghost Face heard the shopkeeper's unkind tone, and his anger rose in his heart. His originally calm face was as cold as ice, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce the other person's heart.
The shopkeeper looked at the ghost's face, his whole body was excited, and he immediately smiled at him: "Sir, please calm down, I have already gone to consult the guest from Hanmei Pavilion just now."
"What did that guest say?" Liu Ningshi on the side pursed her lips and smiled.
"The guest said that if you two can walk from here to the pavilion, he will give up the Hanmei Pavilion." The shopkeeper again put on a confident look.
"Oh? Seriously? This person is just as arrogant as before." Ghost Face sneered, without even looking at the shopkeeper: "Miss Liu, follow me."
"Hmph! If you can't get out of the formation after a while, don't blame me." The shopkeeper whispered bitterly.
Liu Ningshi silently used her inner strength as she walked, using the "Heart and Eyes Unity" in the Magic Heart Art; she closed her eyes slightly, with a faint white light condensing on her right palm, and kept exploring the mist around Hanmei Pavilion. He said: "Brother Ren, there is a weak spot on the lower left side of this fog. Should we open a gap here to enter?"
"Why bother? Besides, there is no need to save face for such a person." Ghost Face directly took out the iron ruler and struck it on the mist to scatter it. The three characters "Hanmei Pavilion" came into view of the two of them.
"Miss Liu, that's enough." Ghost Face put the iron ruler back on his waist and continued to swing the folding fan.
"Who are you? You can actually break my young master's formation?" Wei Tianlin, who was guarding the outer gate of Hanmei Pavilion, was shocked: "Miss Liu, is it you?"
"No, no, no! It's not me." Liu Ningshi pretended to be panicked and pointed at the ghost face beside her: "It's him, it's him."
"Tianlin! Since a friend wants to see me, please invite him in." Murong Li's voice came from Hanmei Pavilion.
Ghost Face walked in first, and Liu Ningshi followed behind and jumped into the pavilion. Murong Li was half lying on the futon, holding a wine bottle in his right hand, and holding a lavender grape in his left hand, squinting. My eyes were listening to what a man with a pig face was saying.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Prince Murong really knows how to enjoy it?" Liu Ningshi was not polite and sat on the futon opposite Murong Li, and also laid out another futon for Ghost Face.
"Murong Li, I didn't expect that after seeing you for so many days, your formation skills are really so bad?" Ghost Face pointed at the pig-faced man, but smiled at Murong Li and said: "I originally wanted to chat with this little shrimp first, and then go Visiting you seems to have saved me a lot of trouble.”
"Who are you?" Murong Li put down the wine bottle and grapes in his hands and carefully looked at the slightly sickly young man in front of him. His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Murong Ren, you are not dead yet."
"You're not dead yet? How can I be willing to die first?" Ghost Face responded tit for tat.
"Stop!" Liu Ningshi yelled. She was still sitting in front of the pig-faced man who was trying to escape. She pinched his Jianjing point with her palm and tore off his penis. Face Mask: "Aren't you tired of pretending to be a pig-faced gangster all day long?"
"Ah!" A scream was heard, and the pig-faced man kept begging for mercy: "Girl, be gentle, be gentle, my arm is about to break."
"Murong Ren, what do you want to do today? Are you seeking revenge from me?" Murong Li couldn't sit still and punched the table hard.
"Your self-cultivation is still so poor!" Ghost Face said with disdain: "Don't worry, I will go to Jicheng to discuss the grievances between us in the future with your two brothers; I am here today because of your subordinate Jia Le, oh no! Exactly! They say he is Jia Fei’s impostor.”
"Hmph! Yes, this person is my subordinate, so what?" Murong Li knew that there was no need to pretend in front of the ghost face.
"If your subordinates do anything to disgrace the master behind your back, then that's a different matter." Ghost Face picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a drink: "Well! This Bamboo Leaf Green is pretty good. .”
"How do you say this?" Murong Li frowned. He always prided himself on being smart, how could he tolerate someone doing things behind his back.
"This person entered Tingwei's Mansion under your banner, and handed over one of the secret agents of Tingwei's Mansion, causing the death of two important criminals in the Liufu case and the Weiguanyi case." The ghost face looked back at the man he was accused of. The man who took off the pig face mask had a look on his face: "Am I right?"
"Prince, don't listen to his nonsense; I have never done such a thing." The man denied hysterically.
"Really?" Ghost Face took out a piece of confession and threw it to the man: "Look, this detailed work has been done, and here is his signature."
Jia Lei held the confession with trembling hands, looked at it for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground: "Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare your life."
"Wang Yuan, I have always treated you well, Er'an dares to do this?" If looks could kill, this man would have died millions of times.
"Hey! Mr. Qian once said: Everything in the world is for profit, and everything in the world is for profit." The ghost face sighed: "It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits."
