Qing Ci Lu

In late spring in Suzhou City, the water in Shantang River is always lazy. In Zuixian Tower, Zhao Youjin, the owner of Jinlu Pavilion, died violently in his elegant room. His face was black and blue, and blood was oozing from his seven orifices. Zhou Mubai, the chief arrest officer of Suzhou Prefecture, concluded that it was a murder of love and was about to seal the building and seize the person. Standing beside the door frame was a dandy carrying a wine flask. His moon-white brocade robe was wrinkled into a ball. Hanging from his waist was a burnt-tailed guqin that he never played. "Captain Zhou, the murderer is a man. A male Kun Opera actor is at the dock at the moment." Three sentences. Rouge is the oil used for facial makeup in opera troupes, styrax is only used by famous actors in Kunqu opera, and the symptoms of poisonous hair are not arsenic. Zhou Mubai didn't believe it, so he sent someone to the dock - and sure enough, he intercepted the leading lady of the Yusheng class who was about to board the ship and escape. This dude is called Shen Qingci. Everyone in Suzhou City knew that the Shen family's prodigy was dead. He was a scholar at the age of thirteen and a scholar at the age of sixteen. On the eve of his examination in Beijing three years ago, he witnessed his master being executed in a prison for writing. From then on, he no longer sought fame. No one knows that he has laid an intelligence network all over the market in the sound of silk and bamboo in Zuixian Tower. No one knows that he has been pursuing the truth about the unjust case three years ago. Until a bird-insect seal with the character "Su" appeared in front of him. , Which contains the names of all the persons involved in the unjust case three years ago. Shen Qingci's name is clearly on the list. "It's been three years." He closed the book and smiled slightly, "Mr. Shen, the chess game is ready." Mr. Su, the owner of Moxiang Pavilion, was looking through a yellowed old book.