The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

"Nine nine eighty one, eight nine seventy two..."

The immature childish voice echoed in the low and gloomy wing, overshadowing the rustling rain and snow outside the window.

Even the brazier with a few charcoal seemed to be inspired by the milky voice of the milky voice. He just cheered up and squeezed out some warmth out of thin air.

Jingniang was sitting on a short pier by the window, waiting for the needlework in her hands, and casting encouraging glances at her son from time to time.

It's just that behind the warm and sweet smile, there is always a lingering haze.

At this moment, I heard the creak of the courtyard door outside, followed by another rush of footsteps.

"Qingniang, Qingniang! It's amazing!"

As the footsteps approached quickly, the high-pitched voice also came in through the window, exploding Qingniang like a thunder.

At this time, what else can make Mrs. Zhang so gaffe?

Could it be...

General Sun has already suffered misfortune? !

Thinking of this possibility, the **** color on Niang Qing's face that had barely maintained, also disappeared in a short time.

It's no wonder that she thinks too much. Since the rain and snow mixed down two days ago, the rumor that the officers and soldiers were trapped in the mountains, so that the whole army was wiped out, just like a dog's urine moss, stubble after stubble went out.

No matter how unwilling to believe it, I can't hold back that rumor once and for all!

Bang~

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged woman wearing a hat broke in from outside and exclaimed with joy: "The official army is a great victory. I heard that the ancestral grave of the Lianshan barbarian. It's been planed!"

When the woman said this, she suddenly saw Qing Niang slowly sitting back on the short pier, holding the showy bungee but she didn't say a word.

The woman wanted to distract immediately, closed the door with her backhand, and stepped forward with earnest persuasion: "I know you blame him for ruining your chastity-but at least they didn't force us? It is not protected by General Sun’s name, Qi'er is early..."

She wanted to use her son as an example, but she was afraid that Qing Niang would take credit for her pride and she became more reluctant to make a living for her family.

So he hurriedly changed his words: "Qi'er and our big guys, I don't know what it is like to be bullied by those mud legs!"

As she said, she snatched the brace and threw it into the dustpan on the side, urging without a word: "Hurry up and pack up, change into a decent dress and go to the old house to wait. At this moment, you can Don't shake your face for the General!"

In fact, Qingniang was just a little bit of collapse under great grief and joy, but she was not indifferent to the news-after all, Sun Shaozong actually knew better than Zhang what exactly it meant for the current Li family.

At this time, Zhang was urged by pushing and shoving, he also half-pushed and opened the closet, rummaging through it to find suitable clothes.

I chose two coats suitable for the snowy landscape of the city, and I was about to take off my old jacket and put it on.

Unexpectedly, the Zhang family seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and fussed and fussed on the side: "Sister, this little dress is also clean, how to set the grandson General's victory? You wait, I Go back to the house and bring you a little coat!"

After speaking, she didn't allow Qing Niang to refuse, so she hurried out of the West Chamber.

What is the relationship between the little clothes on your body and the great victory of the officer and army?

Qingniang sighed helplessly, spreading the coat she was about to change on the bed, but when she turned around, she saw her son's eyes full of curiosity, and countless shame arose in her heart.

In front of my son, I was dressing up for the wild man...

"Sister, let's see what this is!"

At this moment, the Zhang family rushed in again and lifted two bright red fabrics in front of Qingniang as if offering treasures.

"I bought it from the provincial capital on behalf of my trustee. I heard that it is a popular item by the nobles in Beijing. Wear it and designate it to please General Sun."

It turned out to be this thing...

Seeing her happily shaking away the two thin coats, Qing Niang's heart became more and more unpleasant.

Since she learned the characters since she was a child, the people of Qing Niang Surili Chang Yang collected some travel notes and biographies to pass the free time, so she recognized the name of this thing at a glance, called'breastplate, thongs'. It was in the brothel brothel in Beijing. Popular objects.

She was a little ashamed at first, but at this moment she recognized the origin of this object, but she was willing to wear it in front of her son.

But when she was about to refuse, how could she have the courage to embarrass her when she met Zhang's eye-catching expectations?

That's it~

You have come out of the brothel, so you don't forget your original intention with this thing.

Qingniang took over the breastplate and thongs, but she was unwilling to change them in front of her son. Mrs. Yang Li took her son to the hall and talked with the young master. Then she changed her clothes in a humiliating manner.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qing Niang, who applied a little powder, walked out of the small courtyard step by step. Listening to the endless cheers from the street, she subconsciously tightened the sapphire blue cloak on her body, and then went the other way and got in. In a remote alley.

Although she has gone through several layers, but experiencing the breastplate and thongs that don't fit well, and the rubbing with her own flesh and blood, she always feels ashamed of being naked.

But even if he avoided the right path, the laughter continued to be heard in his ears.

And just half a day ago, the streets and alleys were still accusing the officers and soldiers of not being so happy that they lost their teachers and insulted the country.

Ah~

Thinking of this, Qing Niang couldn't help but sighed faintly: But she didn't know that the people's feelings were repeated, and she would have to stage a few times in Wuxi City.

Who knows this faint sigh, but it's true!

At the end of November of the eleventh year of Guangde, Zutinahlan was destroyed by Zuting, and news of more than half of the deaths and injuries of guards stationed by various ethnic groups spread to every village in the mountain like a plague.

Fear, loss, and anger!

The momentum condensed from all kinds of mixed emotions soon caused hundreds of villages in the Wuxi Valley to unite again.

December 18.

The five-nation coalition forces totaled more than 26,000, ally in front of the ruins of Nahran, claiming an army of 80,000, and rushing to Wuxi City aggressively.

December 23 ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ evening.

The barbarian allied forces surrounded Wuxi City and blocked the flow of water.

The people in the city were shocked three times a day.

December 24th, morning.

The horns were combined, the drums shook the sky, and hundreds of letters of persuasion in Chinese characters were shot into the city from all directions.

The letter states that the coalition forces here are only for revenge. If they are willing to surrender their first evil within three days, they will have nothing to do with the common people. Xicheng stepped on a flat ground, no chickens and dogs left!

Since then, the city has been undercurrents.

December 26th, afternoon.

The tycoons in the city, such as the Zhao family, Wu family, Liang family, and others, brought hundreds of people to the Xuanfu ambassador's yamen to ask for orders, urging the Xuanfu ambassador Luo Chen to take the common people Li Shu as the most important, and temporarily recruit and care for the barbarians...