Chapter 4 Asking the Evil
The young master of Fuhai Tower is named Qian Chuan. He always likes gambling, drinking, and looking for flowers and willows.
These days, he always felt like something was wrong.
"Qian Lai, did you hear anything?" On the way to Liuxiang Lane, Qian Chuan suddenly stopped, grabbed the boy and asked.
The boy looked confused: "What's the sound? Is this the salesman's cry?"
There is no curfew in the city, and the excitement after dark is as lively as during the day.
"The sound of horse hooves is the sound of horse hooves!" Qian Chuan said with certainty.
The boy pricked up his ears and listened hard, but he heard all kinds of sounds, noisy and noisy, but he didn't hear the sound of horse hooves.
"No -"
Qian Chuan was anxious: "Why not? I heard it yesterday too!"
Looking at his young master's ugly face, the young man hesitated and asked: "Sir, have you thought too much——"
Qian Chuan's expression changed.
A few days ago, a young man named Han came from the capital. The officials in the government accompanied him everywhere, and he spent a lot of money on it. On their way back from hunting that day, Mr. Han bumped into someone, and I heard he killed him. Mr. Han returned to Beijing soon, and it seemed that nothing happened to the officials, but he felt uncomfortable and stayed at home for several days before going out.
I always hear the sound of horse hooves when walking on the street these days. Could it be that he is thinking too much?
"Maybe I heard wrong, let's go." Worried that word would get out and his playmates would laugh at him for being timid, Qian Chuan suppressed his suspicion.
Liuxiang Lane is just ahead. At this time, red lanterns are lit up one by one, and the faint fragrance of powder is drifting in the wind.
Qian Chuan took a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma and quickened his pace.
In a small building in the alley, an acquaintance of the female prostitutes served tea and wine, and the nephrite was warm and fragrant.
Qian Chuan fell asleep contentedly.
Da, da, da...
In the middle of the night, Qian Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and looked around in panic to find the source of the sound. When his eyes fell on one place, his pupils suddenly dilated.
A figure stood quietly not far from the bed. His face - no face, just hair!
"Ah——" Qian Chuan opened his mouth to scream, but found that his voice was blocked in his throat and he couldn't scream at all.
The figure approached him, there was no sound of footsteps, only the faint smell of blood penetrated Qianchuan's nose. Under extreme fear, Qian Chuan's teeth chattered and he struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Ghost, ghost..."
His pale, cold hands stretched out and strangled Qian Chuan's neck.
"Why did you hit me to death...why..."
"No, it's not me..." Qian Chuan burst into tears and trembled all over.
"Who is that?" The iron-like hand loosened slightly, and the voice spoke carefully.
Qian Chuan gasped for air, and his reason was overwhelmed by panic: "His surname is Han, and his father is a high-ranking official in the capital... If you want to risk your life and go to the capital to find him, it has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter!"
That hand brushed past Qian Chuan's face, carrying a cold and inaudible fragrance. Qian Chuan's eyes filled with fear closed and he fell back on the soft bed.
As the sky dimmed, Qian Chuan suddenly sat up and caught a glimpse of the female prostitute sleeping next to him.
The fear receded like a tide, leaving only shadows and doubts in my heart.
"Is it a dream?" Qian Chuan murmured.
The female prostitute woke up when she heard the noise and put her arms on Qian Chuan's shoulders: "Master Qian, what's wrong?"
Qian Chuan stared at the female prostitute: "Did you hear anything last night?"
"No -"
Qian Chuan suddenly thought of something, pushed away the female prostitute and rushed to the dressing mirror.
The man in the mirror looked pale, and the intermittent bruises on his neck were particularly conspicuous.
Not a dream! There are ghosts, there really are ghosts!
Qian Chuan's scalp exploded, he grabbed his clothes, put them on and rushed out.
"Master Qian, Master Qian——"
The female prostitute was confused and never saw Qian Chuan coming over again.
The next day the maid was cleaning the house and picked up a pearl hairpin from the side of the screen.
"Miss, the hairpin you were looking for yesterday fell here."
"I didn't take it off when I went to bed the night before. When I got up to dress up yesterday, I found it was gone. How could it be there..." The female prostitute said casually without thinking about it further.
The young master's family in Fuhai Tower in the city became thinner and thinner due to fright, while the young girl in Yunfeng Village who went up the mountain to worship her parents every day became quieter and quieter. That day, Mother Wang waited for Qiu Heng to finish kowtowing in front of the grave, and gently advised: "It is good for a girl to be filial, but if you suffer every day, your adoptive parents will be worried."
For more than a month, this child went to the mountain every morning and came back after dark. The relationship with his adoptive parents was really deep.
"I understand." Qiu Heng said softly.
During this time together, she could feel Mama Wang's sincerity.
"As long as the girl has figured it out, let's go down the mountain."
Shanxia Qiu, the steward, had been impatient for a long time. When he saw Wang’s mother and Fangzhou accompanying Qiu Heng down, he said calmly: “Sixth lady, please get in the car, it’s time to set off.”
The carriage gradually left the village behind, and when it reached the official road, the speed became faster.
……
In Yongqing's Mansion, the maid came into the house and sent a message: "Old madam, the carriage and horse to pick up the sixth girl have arrived at the outskirts of the city."
Mrs. Yongqingbo nodded and continued: "Bring people over directly when they arrive. Don't disturb them first."
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Although Manager Qiu's letter stated that his identity was confirmed, she still had doubts and would wait until she saw it with her own eyes before talking about anything else.
The carriage entered through the corner gate of Yongqing Bo's Mansion and stopped in front of the Chuihua Gate. Qiu Heng was led into Qiansong Hall.
The old lady stared at the girl who bowed her head and saluted with careful eyes: "I heard that your name is Aheng."
"Yes."
"Get up."
Qiu Heng stood up and raised his eyes, and what he saw was an old woman with a long face.
The old lady knew she was right at just one glance.
Without him, the girl in front of her was almost the same as her third daughter-in-law, Du Shi, who died young.
After looking at the sachets and clothes handed over by the steward, the old lady certainly had no impression. After asking Mother Wang a few questions, she ordered her maid to go to each courtyard to spread the word.
People came in one after another, and Qiansong Hall became crowded.
"This is your aunt."
The eldest wife, Mrs. Zhao, held Qiu Heng's hand and smiled: "They are just like the third younger brother and sister."
After receiving the meeting gift from the eldest wife, Qiu Heng saluted the second wife, Lan.
Lan is not as enthusiastic as Zhao and doesn't talk much.
Qiu Heng thought of Mrs. Wang's subtle suggestion that the eldest wife had a sweet face but a bitter heart, while the second wife was not too busy.
She won't take Mother Wang's words as a golden rule. We will know later.
After that, it was a meeting among peers.
The second girl, Qiu Xuan, is elegant and quiet, and is the only girl in the second house; the third girl, Qiu Yun, has a face like a silver platter, and the fifth girl, Qiu Ying, with a heart-shaped face, are both concubines of the eldest family; the fourth girl, Qiu Fu, is the prettiest among the sisters. The outstanding one comes from the eldest wife.
Qiu Heng also learned from Wang's mother that the eldest girl, who had the same mother as the fourth girl Qiu Fu, had entered the palace at an early age.
After harvesting a bunch of handkerchiefs and pearl flowers, Qiu Heng took the sachet that had been prepared long ago from Fangzhou and returned the gifts one by one.
The fourth girl, Qiu Fu, held the sachet and smiled: "I didn't expect the sixth sister to prepare a return gift, but it's actually useless."
Qiu Heng smiled.
"Your grandfather and the others are not at home. I will see you when he comes back. He has already sent someone to call you dad——"
Before the old lady finished speaking, the curtain was raised, and the maid's voice sounded: "The old man is back."
Qiu Heng's eyes swept across the girls of the Qiu family and landed on the old man at the door.
This is the famous Uncle Yongqing who sold his granddaughter for glory.
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