He walked out to Tingyu Tower today, and some things were settled.

Xue Qing was not like this. When Zong Zhou died, he fought with someone and injured his arm and walked with a crutch. When he died with his left and right arm, he worked hard and hurt his mind and walked with a bamboo stick. He appeared near every murder case, and his weakness deceived everyone.

He is not thin, he has great skills, he should be the strange and mysterious master outside the Five Pest Army. It turns out that there are the most dangerous places where there are the most dangerous people.

Also, a scholar who can make the Imperial College Priests respectfully give in and ask for a first place is not a poor student. His identity is extraordinary, so the people around him must be extraordinary, including the Five Pest Army, Guo Family, Mr. Qingxia, Kang Dai... and more, he is a line, through which he can solve many things they want to solve.

No need to wait any longer. With the slight salute of Nakan Jijiu tonight, his investigation these days will be over. Those intuitions that once could also be turned into actions. Now, walk out of Tingyu Tower to see Qin Tan Gong report everything, and then arrest people.

Xue Qing, he cannot walk out of Tingyu Tower today.

The dusk had faded and the night had come. Some of the guys were lighting up the lights in the shuttle building, and some were opening the stage for performances. The prostitutes who had enough rest during the day also dressed up in groups of three or three, leaned on the corridor column and joked, waiting for the guests who were about to come in, listening to the bright lights of the rain building.

These troubles were not at all attractive to Duan Shan. He lowered his eyes and walked out of the green bamboo bushes in the patio, stepped on the gravel-paved flower path under his feet and walked onto the small corridor bridge. The shadows of bamboo and flowers swayed in the gray shadows appeared and faintly appeared in the dazzling light.

"Sir, your wine money..." A voice came from behind.

Duan Shan looked back and saw someone running towards the other side of the courtyard.

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The door of the shaking room was opened, the indoor lights poured out, and the elegant music and the mellow and low-key laughter of middle-aged men followed.

Kang Dai walked in.

"Ye, where is Xue Qing?" a man asked, looking behind Kang Dai, no boy followed him.

Is it a young man shy to come? It’s another story to say whether he is writing poetry or not. It’s just a gesture. He can’t be rude in front of his elders and masters. Jiang Xian also looked over.

Kang Dai pulled the door up and said, "I'm going to the cottage."

The men in the room were stunned and then laughed.

"Are you nervous?"

"Mr. Kang, have you scared that child?"

Kang Dai sat down with a smile and said, "With him being here, how can I scare him?"

The people in the room smiled, and Jiang Xian also smiled faintly. As a Grand Secretary and Wang Lieyang's right-hand assistant, he naturally has a good future for his disciples. However, it is not so easy to be his disciples, Jiang Xian. He must have real materials, and his background and help are mutual. This is the difference between enlightenment teachers and students and imperial examination students.

The man next to him smiled and poured wine for Kang Dai and whispered: "You are telling that kid about the content of what we want him to write a poem?" So he went to the cottage and thought about it carefully before making preparations, so that he would not be good after he could not make it.

Kang Dai smiled and whispered: "It's always related to the appearance of our country's sub-school."

The two of them clinked their glasses and looked at each other and laughed.

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Duan Shan looked at the person who was running, and the man ran very quickly. The hat that Tingyulou guy was used to be tilted off. He was holding it with one hand. His raised sleeves covered his face. He shouted before he got close. His voice was anxious and a little uneasy... It was not very good for both parties to remind the guests not to escape the tent.

But this person is not a guy. Although he tried his best to dress up as a guy, this kind of costume could deceive others, but he could not deceive him, Duan Shan, especially when he was already suspicious and alert.

This person is not good at coming, and this person is most likely Xue Qing.

He just saw Kang Dai's actions, and Xue Qing naturally saw them too. He wanted to kill someone to silence him... This is a good opportunity to verify.

But Duan Shan did not stop waiting or turn around to meet the people rushing towards him, but turned around and bought the bridge in three or two steps.

His speed has accelerated.

There was no questioning, no scolding, and no calm waiting to expose it. He just wanted to leave, leave quickly, and leave here. He was neither Zong Zhou nor his right-hand man. Fighting with others was never what he wanted to do, not to mention that Zong Zhou and his right-hand man were so powerful.

According to the death of Zong Zhou and his right-hand man, we can know that Xue Qing has a strong skill and is good at close combat. He will not give him this opportunity, he just needs to walk out of Tingyu Tower.

In order not to alert the enemy, he made the illusion that he was monitoring Xue Qing just because Qin Mei and Xue Qing celebrated the festival. His guards were waiting outside the building, and the black armored guards hid on the street.

The steps behind him also accelerated.

Duan Shan jumped down the corridor in one step. A few steps ahead were under the corridor of the surrounds. Below the corridor was a spacious hall. The crowd was entering and leaving. Through the walking crowd and the brightly lit hall, you could see the three of his guards standing at the door facing the street and looking around vigilantly.

Duan Shan was very fast, without any fear and tension, as calm and dull as before. He hoped that the people behind him would follow him and follow him outside the Tingyu Tower, and then face a fierce battle. Although he didn't want to fight him, he was willing to see with his own eyes the scene of his fighting with others, and see what the weapon that pierced Zong Zhou's throat was like, or how fierce the fist that fell on his left and right arm was, or a thin piece of paper cutter...

The thought flashed, Duan Shan felt a stern, he was wrong... At the same time, a wind blew behind him.

The green bamboo beside the bridge is like the autumn wind sweeping across the brush, and the bamboo leaves fly.

Duan Shan's feet were parked under the bridge, and at the same time, a colorful silk seemed to fall from the sky like clouds, surrounding his neck and covering his shoulders and hanging to the ground. Someone was overwhelmed by him and was covered, and he raised his hand and waved it.

"Oh why did it fall down?" he shouted, keeping his steps forward, pulling the colorful silk in his hand.

Duan Shan looked at the person running past, because the colorful silk blocked the view, but when he passed by so close, he could see the man's thin figure and blue shirt. There was only a hat on his head, and his clothes were not changed. It can be seen how hurry and anxious he came, and he had reached the point of not caring that he was discovered... Xue Qing, the murderer.

But he could no longer shout this sentence, and he was killed.

The one who cut his neck was a bamboo leaf, four pieces, and the one who nailed his body was a bamboo pole, one.

It turns out that what this young man is best at is not killing hard, but assassination.

The colorful silk covering the cover was pulled away with the boy, and the noise and bright lights disappeared in an instant, and he fell into darkness.

From beginning to end, the boy did not look back, nor did he look at him, and in an instant he just ran from there to the patio and ran under the corridor here.

There were a few guys busy lighting more lights in the corridor.

"The colorful silk has fallen out, you can tie it up tightly."

The boy said, throwing the colorful silk next to them and running away hurriedly along the corridor.

The two guys were a little unhappy: "Everyone is busy." But the boy turned a blind eye and covered his hat and shook his eyes in the crowd. He disappeared.

“Everyone is lazy.”

“The more honest you are, the more you work.”

"Hurry up, I'll tie the colorful silk again... The sisters' singing and dancing are about to begin."

The guys complained and murmured, the night was getting darker, and more people were pouring in, and the Tingyu Tower was no longer as quiet and elegant as the daytime.

The door was pushed open, and laughter came in from outside, and the young man stood by the door to salute.

"Ah Xue Qing, come in, don't be so polite."

"It's not in the Imperial College, nor is it an examination room."

The men in the room greeted him with a smile, and Xue Qing stepped in and pulled the door up. Even though everyone showed the kindness and casualness of the elders, the boy still couldn't hide his restraint.

The best way to appease a young man is to praise him and let him show his strengths.

"Xue Qing, what are your favorite scenery you have in the capital these days? Let's listen to it by writing a poem." A man said.

This seems to be the easiest thing to set the questions but not limit the questions. This move is to support Jiang Xian. It is difficult for Xue Qing to make things difficult for him. If he can't do it, everyone will not look good in terms of face.

Kang Dai smiled and said, "Don't worry, sit down and think slowly."

Xue Qing responded to the voice and sat down at the last seat. The prostitute who was sitting there was a gentler tune in his hand to observe his words and expressions, so as not to affect the young man's thinking.

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There was a sound of music on the stage in the patio, and there were many people standing in the corridors on all sides talking and laughing, discussing which prostitute was about tonight's opening, but some people didn't pay attention to these. The people standing by the bridge on the other side of the patio only looked at the rockery next to them, probably enjoying the pearl-like flowing water falling under the lights.

The three guards stood in the corridor and hesitated for a moment, as if he was hesitant to disturb him. They looked at each other and finally nodded, stepped down the steps and ran towards the bridge.

"Sir." He stood a few steps and bowed in a low voice.

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“Have it.”

Xue Qing looked up and said.

The prostitute held the pipa and the music in the chamber disappeared.

"So fast."

"It's true that he can make a poem in just a few steps."

The men laughed.

Jiang Xian looked over and said, "Let's read and listen."

Xue Qing said: "I came to Beijing for the Chinese New Year for the first time and was very touched during the Spring Festival."

It is indeed simple and easy to do the Yuan Dynasty. Everyone in the room nodded and smiled and asked.

At this time, a guy opened the door: "Today's performance has begun."

This is a customary reminder.

Kang Dai said: "Let me write a poem first."

Xue Qing responded, sat upright, put his hand on his knees, and said, "The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night."

As soon as the words started, a shout outside the door suddenly sounded like thunder.

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To be continued...