In the backyard of Chunyi Building, there is a Haitang Pavilion filled with crabapples. In the Haitang Pavilion lived Liu Tao, an oiran who was famous in Dongjian Nan. In the small private room on the second floor, eight exquisite side dishes were placed on the rosewood table.

, there are two red candles inserted in the white jade lotus candlestick on the table, and the plump and elegant oiran Liu Tao is pouring wine for Uncle Song Qingsong, who is said to have come from the capital.

Earlier, the madam who came to report the news said that Uncle Song was very noble and he must be treated with care. The guard master in the building who was alarmed said that the dashing martial artist behind Uncle Song was a solid third-level master. From this we can see that.

Come on, Uncle Song's family background is by no means simple, so Liu Huakui was very careful.

Liu Huakui had some doubts in his heart. Although he was famous in Jiannan, after all, the sky was high, the emperor was far away, and the capital was thousands of miles away.

How did this astonishingly wealthy Uncle Song, who spent only 500 taels of silver, come here because of his reputation?

Liu Tao's heart moved, and he deliberately lowered his waist slightly while pouring the wine. Instantly, the waves on his chest rippled, seducing people's soul. Looking at the gorgeous Liu Huakui in front of him, with her busty breasts looming, Uncle Song from the capital witnessed the spring scene, although for a moment

He was absent-minded, but soon returned to normal. Liu Huakui smiled slightly and said: "Uncle Song is so calm!"

Song Qingsong, who came from the capital, laughed, picked up the bronze wine cup in front of him, drank it all, and praised: "Good Yuye wine! This Yuye wine is a famous wine from Southwest Road. Could it be that Miss Liu's hometown is Southwest Road?"

"

Liu Huakui's slender hands shook inadvertently, then he quietly raised his bright eyes with dancing eyes, and said with a charming smile: "Uncle Song is not only rich and well-informed, but also well-informed, but I don't know what kind of business Uncle Song is doing in the capital? Can you?"

To accumulate such a wealthy family fortune?"

Song Qingsong smiled slightly, put a delicate piece of lotus root in his mouth and chewed it deliciously, then stared at Liu Huakui's plump chest, nodded and praised: "Well, this lotus root piece is as white as

Snow, fresh, tender, smooth and juicy, Song rarely tastes it in the capital, it is really the best and rare!"

Hearing the double entendre in Song's words, Liu Huakui just smiled charmingly, and glared at Uncle Song with a pair of bright eyes, more like a coquettish look. The man named Song stretched his head forward, close to Liu Huakui's ear, and whispered: "Song

His name is Song Qingsong, and he only does small business in the capital, selling illicit salt, robbing homes, killing people, and inquiring about palace-banned news. Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

Liu Huakui covered his mouth and said with a smile: "It turns out that Uncle Song is not only well-informed, he is also a joker!"

Song Qingsong poured another cup of wine himself, drank it all, and said seriously: "What Song said is true, and he is not joking. The people in the capital gave me a nickname, called 'Song Shatou', which means that I kill people like crazy."

Although Song’s martial arts skills are far inferior to those of Huang Xiandi who came with me, he still has some knowledge. Judging from Miss Liu’s hands, they should be those who have practiced swordsmanship?”

The red candle flame in the white jade lotus candlestick was slightly tilted towards Song Qingsong. Liu Huakui's charming face didn't seem to have any change. He just stood up and poured another glass of wine for Song Qingsong and asked softly: "Uncle Song is drunk.

?Liu Tao is just a promiscuous woman, but I don’t know what Uncle Song wants from this trip? Does he really just want to spend a night with Liu Tao?"

Song Qingsong picked up the wine cup and took a sip, but did not put it down. He said calmly: "Song did drink."

I'm drunk. Miss Liu was so murderous just now. It scared me to death. Even the candlelight seemed to be frightened by your murderous intent! Miss Liu, you have a beautiful face. Of course Song is here just for your body. Could it be that Miss Liu

You actually have murderous intentions because of a few jokes made by Mr. Song?"

The red candle flame of the lotus candlestick was once again biased towards Song Qingsong, and then towards Liu Huakui. Liu Tao suddenly smiled, with charming eyes, and said sweetly: "It turns out that Uncle Song is a master who hides his secrets, Liu is disrespectful

!”

Song Qingsong suddenly had a lewd smile on his face and stretched out his hand to pull Liu Huakui's lapel. Liu Huakui did not dodge. With a click, Liu Huakui's sleeves were torn, revealing his snow-white arms. There was a blue star on his tender shoulders.

The crescent moon tattoo. When Liu Huakui saw Song Qingsong staring at the blue crescent tattoo on her shoulder, her expression changed.

Song Qingsong, who seemed to be drunk, gently handed the wine cup in his hand forward, "Miss Liu, for the sake of your beauty, Song wants to offer you a glass of wine, does she mind?"

Liu Huakui suddenly leaned back, barely avoiding the wine sword formed by the jade liquid in the wine, but the wine sword still cut off a few hairs on Liu Huakui's forehead. Song Qing let go and shook his hand.

The wine sword that had been thrown away unexpectedly returned to the wine prince inexplicably.

Liu Huakui picked up the white jade lotus candlestick on the table like lightning and swung it at Song Qingsong. Song Qingsong cut the white jade lotus candlestick with his left palm and cut it off. At the same time, he passed the wine baron in his right hand forward.

Liu Huakui's plump and delicate body moved sideways three feet, trying to avoid the wine sword, but in vain. After the wine sword pierced Liu Huakui's throat, it penetrated the white wall behind her and sank into it, making no sound.

The candlestick in Liu Tao's hand fell, and Song Qingsong caught it with lightning speed, put the two halves of the candlestick together, and placed them gently on the table, as if nothing had happened.

Liu Huakui's wide-open eyes were full of horror and she couldn't close her eyes. She really didn't understand why Song Qingsong's skill was so high and his speed was so fast. Song Qingsong stood up, walked to Liu Tao, leaned over and gently touched her

His eyelids closed, his face was a bit unbearable, and he whispered: "It's such a pity that beauty is like jade!"

The door of the elegant room was instantly knocked open, and a strong man in well-dressed clothes broke into the room. The sword light swirled and wrapped Song Qingsong in it. Song Qingsong's expression was as usual, he just stretched out his index finger and flicked it, and a sharp sword was inserted diagonally.

The beams of the house and the sword were trembling.

The big man was startled. He looked at the expressionless Song Qingsong and wondered why Miss Liu didn't come to help. He turned to one side and saw that Liu Huakui had been pierced through the throat. He was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. He was obviously dead.

He's dead. Just when the big man was about to scream, Song Qing was as loose as a rabbit and stepped closer.

Song Qingsong stretched out his left hand to catch the big man's right arm. His right hand crushed the big man's throat like lightning, and then cut it out with a palm. The big man's neck bones were broken and his head hung down. Song Qingsong dragged the big man's body to the table.

He placed it next to Liu Tao's body, reached out and pressed the mechanism under the table, got up quietly, and hid by the door.

A moment later, two big men pushed the door in from the outside. They saw Liu Huakui's corpse lying on the spot. Just as he was about to say something, Song Qingsong struck the two big men unconscious with two lightning strikes, and then hit the two big men with his palms.

He was shocked to death, dragged into the house, and tore half of their clothes, only to see that several people had a blue crescent tattooed on their shoulders. Song Qingsong frowned and said to himself: "Four, it's not enough, there are two more

.”

Song Qingsong came to the table again, pressed the switch under the table again, and walked to the door. A moment later, footsteps sounded again in the corridor on the second floor, and there was a man and a woman talking vaguely. The man asked, "Come out?"

What's the matter? Ring the bell later?"

The woman replied: "I don't know! What can happen to a prostitute named Song? Forget it, let's go and see together!"

…

In the small private room on the third floor of the front yard of Chunyi Building, a martial artist surnamed Huang was sitting at the table, holding a short knife in his left hand, blood dripping from his shoulder, and his face was stern. In the room, Yuzhu, the top star of Chunyi Building, was lying on the ground, stabbed four times.

, no breath at all. The two maids in front of Miss Yuzhu have also been dead for a long time.

The martial artist surnamed Huang poured a glass of wine, drank it, took out some golden medicine from his pocket, sprinkled it on the wound on his shoulder, pulled off a piece of clothing and tied the wound tightly, stood up and went to the window to look at the backyard.

, frowned and said: "It's not done yet?"

After a cup of tea, the door of the small private room was gently pushed open, and Song Qingsong walked in with a serious face, holding the five hundred taels of silver notes he had just given to the madam in his hand, and smiled at the martial artist named Huang.

, "Let's go, old brother, it's all done."

The heroic martial artist glanced at the banknote in Song Qingsong's hand and couldn't help but laugh, "You! You even have to take back the money you paid for drinking wine. What can you say to me?"

Song Qingsong smiled shyly, "I'm used to living in poverty, and even a penny is good. Besides, I haven't touched my body, so I can't give you any money. I've always been a childlike person!"

, walked to the table and poured a glass of cold wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, dropped the glass, and said with a blushing face: "I'm really drunk now, let's go!"

The two quietly opened the window on the third floor and jumped away. They disappeared into the night one after another. Only the singing gradually faded away and could not be heard at last. "I once swore to kill the national traitor, and I also killed the oiran drunk..."

Early the next morning, the whole city of Huzhou was shaken. Liu Tao, the head of Chunyi Tower, was stabbed to death in Haitang Pavilion. He was half-naked when he died. Madam Liu, the madam, was also killed in the room. Another person in Chunyi Tower was stabbed to death.

The number one Yuzhu girl was killed, two maids were killed, and several turtle masters and guard masters were also killed at the same time. It is said that the killer disguised himself as a wealthy businessman from the capital.

Everyone in the county magistrate's office was alarmed, and the county magistrate even issued a strict order to the arresters to solve the case within a month, causing a storm in the city.

In the Zhu Family Courtyard, Pingxi Wang Yinquan took everyone away overnight after being frightened by Tang Jiusheng last night and returned to Southwest Road, leaving only Hua Gu Taoist here to deal with the aftermath. After receiving the news that something big happened in Chunyi Tower, Hua Gu Taoist was also dumbfounded. Yang

Jingzhong's Dongwei was under close surveillance, but there was no action last night. The two courts of the Tang family were also under close surveillance, but there was no action. Who could be responsible for this case?

You must know that the real owners of Chunyi House are Pingxi Prince's Palace and Wanshouju. The two families have joined forces to make this brothel popular. While collecting intelligence, it also serves as a base for spies and killers. However, the two families that are currently the biggest suspects have been eliminated.

, who else could have done this?

Taoist Hua Gu had no choice but to quickly write to the prince to explain the matter. At least the Zhu Family Courtyard has not been taken away by anyone yet. Yes, will the Zhu Family Courtyard be taken away by others in the future? Thinking of this, Hua Gu
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