surnamed Wang

Chapter 226 The Mystery of Life Experience
After dinner, Wang Bingquan called Pu Wen, and the two of them took a good altar of daughter Hong to the roof, intending to drink to the moon.

Although Pu Wen felt that it would be more appropriate to go to a brothel to drink flower wine together, but because Wang Gangquan promised Yan Rongrong not to go to that kind of place again, he could only be arty.

"Do you know the origin of daughter red?"

Wang Gangquan raised his wine glass and looked at the moon from afar.

"I don't know." Pu Wen poured himself a glass and answered honestly.

Wang Gangquan put down his wine glass, looked calm, and said slowly:
"It is said that in the south of the Yangtze River, when every daughter is born, the father will prepare three jars of wine, seal them and bury them under the osmanthus tree in the backyard. When he is free, he likes to step under the osmanthus tree for a few times, as if he will feel at ease after a few steps. Same.

Looking back at her daughter, her hair was tied with a red ribbon, and her eyebrows and eyes looked like willow leaves during the Qingming Festival, getting brighter every day.

Wait until the day when the girl gets married, that is, the day when the daughter becomes famous. "

When Pu Wen heard this, his eyes were already reddened, as if he had seen the scene of Moon Cake getting married in the future, but Wang Gangquan added another sentence:
"So the longer the age of the daughter's red wine, the uglier the girl of his family, and those 50-[-]-year-old wines, tsk tsk, I can't even think about it."

"..." For the first time, Pu Wen was rendered speechless by Wang Gangquan.

"Brother, tell me, I'm saving a few jars of daughter's red for moon cakes, is it too late?"

"I think Xuan, that girl looks like a juicy girl, and a lot of people are appointed to rush for it. I guess you have to dig it out after two or three years of burying it."

"Hey, that's good too."

"Hey, you're tall, do you really want to snatch your daughter from you guys?"

Pu Wen smiled without saying a word, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then squinted his eyes and thought about it, it seemed that it was the wine for moon cakes.

……

In the middle of the night where the few people were, there was a light rain, one autumn rain and one cold. Although the rain was not heavy, it took away a lot of residual summer heat.

In the early morning, a young novice monk was walking on the wet street with an umbrella. The vendor who had just opened his stall saw the young monk passing by, stopped him, and then gave him two hot steamed buns just out of the cage.

The little monk took it politely, chanted some blessings from the Buddha, and the benevolent stall owner smiled.

This scene of harmony between the monks and the people is extremely rare outside of Zhongzhou.

……

As soon as Wang Gangquan got up in the morning, he was told by the innkeeper that someone was waiting for him.

When he came to the lobby downstairs, he saw a woman sitting at a table by the window, with her cheeks propped up in her hands, looking extremely bored.

Presumably this is the one waiting for him.

Wang Gangquan smiled, walked across to the woman, and sat down.

"Miss Su wakes up really early."

The woman is exactly Su Qiaoqiao who insists on going to Congmo Courtyard to splash paint every seven days.

Su Qiaoqiao took a look at Wang Bingquan, then sighed, but didn't speak, and continued to be dazed quietly.

Seeing the other party ignoring him, Wang Gangquan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and said without words:

"It's cold, it's time to wear long johns."

"..." His answer was still silence.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan smiled mischievously. He naturally knew the purpose of the other party's visit. Regarding the relic, Wang Gingquan also asked the young abbot of Cong Mo Yuan, but the answer he got was still that he had not found it.

Wang Gangquan showed a wry smile, and said:

"Miss Su, I'm afraid Lingtang's relics may not be found."

The woman was in a daze from the beginning to the end, as if she had expected it...

At this time, a little monk holding an umbrella came to the door of the inn.

The little monk put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, leaned against the gate with the tip down, and then entered the inn leisurely.

After coming to the lobby, he first looked around, and finally set his sights on Wang Gangquan and the two of them.

Walking forward slowly, the little monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Wang Gangquan as a greeting. Then, under Wang Gangquan's puzzled gaze, he took out something from his pocket and handed it over.

Wang Gangquan took the tightly wrapped items, opened layers of linen, and found a white jade bracelet inside.

The originally sluggish woman on the opposite side regained her spirit immediately after seeing the jade bracelet, stepped forward to grab the bracelet, and looked at it again and again.

The little monk explained:

"After several benefactors left yesterday, the brother who was in charge of cleaning the Sutra Pavilion found this jade bracelet in the pavilion. It must belong to Miss Su, so the abbot asked me to bring it."

At this time, Su Qiaoqiao, who was holding the jade bracelet in her hand, had her eyes wet. Wang Bingquan understood what was going on, and said to the little monk:
"Thank you little master, it's early in the morning, you must not have eaten yet, let's sit down and eat something together."

The little monk shook his head, "I ate on the road just now, since the property has been returned to the original owner, I will take my leave."

After speaking, he bowed slightly again.

"Thanks for your hard work, little master." Wang Bingquan also bowed and returned the gift.

The little monk nodded, turned around and left, held up the paper umbrella again and walked out of the inn.

"After all, he came out of Congmo Academy, so aloof at such a young age." Looking at the direction in which the young monk left, Wang Gangquan couldn't help sighing.

After the little novice walked away, he turned his gaze back to the woman across from him.

Su Qiaoqiao's mood had stabilized at this time, and she stared out the window in a daze.

After a long time, she who had not said a word from the beginning to the end finally spoke:
"I didn't have a father since I was a child, and my mother raised me alone. We lived very hard at that time, and we lived in a small and dilapidated house.

That small house leaked wind in winter and rain in summer. Whenever it was windy and rainy, I would hide in my mother's arms, imagining that one day my father would appear in front of me on a tall horse, and then take me and mother away.

I just hoped and hoped for ten years, but I didn't wait for that man.

Later, when I grew up, I knew that my mother was originally a young lady from a wealthy family, so there was no need to suffer this kind of suffering. It was because of that man that she was kicked out of the house and reduced to making ends meet for others.

But even so, she still didn't regret it, she had been waiting for that man to come back for more than ten years, until she died of regret.

Before Mother died, she even held the portrait of that man tightly. "

Su Qiaoqiao said these things with a blank face, as if she was talking to herself, narrating other people's stories.

"There is nothing more sad than death in the heart", this is Wang Gangquan's feeling at this time.

He listened quietly, without asking or saying anything, until the other party continued to speak:
"After my mother died, I wanted to burn that man's portrait. I didn't want to know who he was, and I didn't want to find him. Even if he came to beg me one day, I wouldn't forgive him.

But when I really threw the portrait into the brazier, I regretted it again. I kicked over the brazier, put out the flames on the portrait, folded it carefully, and put it together with my mother's relics. "

After saying this, Su Qiaoqiao stood up slowly, and left without saying a word, without politeness or farewell.

After a long while, Wang Gangquan let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that the other party said these words to him not on a whim, nor out of trust, but because the matter had been suppressed in his heart for too long, and he had reached the point where he couldn't vomit, so he only met him once. Be frank about it.

"Is your surname Su?" Wang Bingquan murmured.

……

After a long silence, Wang Bingquan spoke again: "Zishu."

Dressed in Tsing Yi, he appeared beside him silently.

Wang Bingquan's spirit, which was still suppressed just now, was frightened by the sudden appearance of Qingxing.

"How come you are like Xiao Chunzi, always appearing like a ghost?"

"..." Qing Xing replied silently.

It really wasn't that Wang Gingquan didn't have something to say, if he hadn't gotten used to the behavior style of these hidden guards, he would have been scared out of his wits.

After calming down, Wang Gangquan ordered:

"Go and check Su Qiaoqiao's background. It would be best if you can find out her biological father."

"Ah."

Qingxing left in a flash, still quietly...

Wang Gangquan couldn't help admiring, this hidden guard was a bit scary in appearance, but it was really useful for gathering information.

Along the way, he has secretly dispatched tasks to Qing Xing many times, each time the other party can complete them quickly and accurately, and the most important thing is that there is no unnecessary nonsense.

It can be seen from this that Xiao Chunzi is definitely not a hidden guard, his mouth is too fucking broken.

The reason why Wang Gangquan would send a secret guard to investigate a woman whom he only met once was because he had some ridiculous idea.

This idea has been around since the first time I met Su Qiaoqiao at the gate of Congmo Courtyard.

At that time, when he saw the other party for the first time, he had a sense of familiarity. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally figured out the origin of this familiarity: the eyebrows and eyes were too similar to Sheng Endi.

At that time, he came up with a very nasty idea - Su Qiaoqiao could not be the illegitimate son of Emperor Shengendi.

After contacting the other party's age and the father she had never met, this feeling became stronger.

After Emperor Sheng'en came to the throne, he often visited privately in micro-clothes to understand the people's sentiments.

Especially in the first ten years of his enthronement, Sheng Endi traveled south and north many times, and even visited Zhongzhou several times.

Logically speaking, the emperor's departure from the capital was a major event. The reason why there was no disturbance inside and outside the court was probably because, like Wang Bingquan's departure from the capital, a master of disguise disguised himself as Emperor Shengen and took charge of the capital.

And according to Wang Gangquan's conjecture, this mysterious master of disguise is very likely to be inextricably linked with Xiao Chunzi.

Since Sheng Endi went to so many places at the beginning, maybe a few princes and princesses were left outside.

Therefore, Wang Gangquan asked Qing Xing to investigate Su Qiaoqiao, not out of compassion, nor out of some bullshit chivalrous spirit to see injustice, but because he was afraid that Emperor Shengen would owe unpaid romantic debts.

During the waiting period, Wang Gingquan couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. He found an excuse that he was not feeling well, postponed the trip for a day, and quietly waited for Qingxing to return.

……

At night, dressed in green clothes, he knocked on the door, Wang Gingquan glanced at Yan Rongrong who was lying beside him, and tiptoed out of the room.

If Yan Rongrong, who was sleeping soundly, saw this scene, Bao Buqi would be punched and kicked, it was too much like an affair.

Wang Gingquan took the brochure from Qing Xing. The brochure was obviously old, with the words "Su Qiaoqiao" written on the cover.

Wang Gangquan casually flipped through it, and it was densely filled with Su Qiaoqiao's life, the content was so detailed that even her eating habits were recorded.

And the handwriting gets older as it goes forward, and newer as it goes back, obviously not written at the same time.

Looking at this booklet, which was as thick as a book, Wang Gangquan admired the dark guard even more, and casually praised:
"You are still professional."

Qing Xing remained expressionless, and said lightly:

"This booklet already exists, but it took some time to get it."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"The dynasty's intelligence system is much deeper than what the prince thought. There are special intelligence-gathering departments in various places, responsible for supervising local officials and people in the world. Su Qiaoqiao is the number one thief, so it will naturally be recorded.

But it is also the first time I have seen such a detailed record like this one.

When they asked them to ask for it, they said it was a Class A secret, and they had to have a secret guard order or a secret letter from the Holy Majesty to view it. "

"Then how did you get it in the end?"

"I told them that the prince wanted to see it, and they gave it to me directly."

Speaking of this, Qing Xing rarely showed doubts, Class A confidentiality, non-secret guard orders and letters from the Holy Majesty cannot be transferred, this is the iron law.

If it wasn't for Si Snake, one of the hidden guards, who handed her the booklet, she would have doubted the authenticity of the booklet.

Wang Gangquan didn't care about these minutiae. Although Su Qiaoqiao is not a fuel-efficient lamp in any way, he is just a thief in the end, and he is not so valued by the most advanced intelligence organization of the dynasty. At present, all signs show that his guess It may very well be the truth.

Su Qiaoqiao is indeed the seed of Emperor Shengen, and Emperor Shengen knew about it, so he sent spies to keep an eye on her.

As for why a prince like himself can mobilize Class A secrets, there are two possibilities.One is that he has a secret guard in his chest so that other secret guards know about it; the other is that Emperor Shengen has made arrangements in advance, if a certain prince happens to meet Su Qiaoqiao, he can easily bring this princess who is living among the people back to the capital.

Of course, all of the above are speculations, and the truth depends on the contents of the brochure.

Just now Wang Gangquan just glanced at it roughly, but when he read the first page seriously, his jaw dropped immediately by the first sentence.

"In August of the 15th year of the Dynasty, His Majesty traveled to Zhongzhou in a micro-clothes, met and had a lucky visit to the daughter of the Xu family.

In 16 years, Xu gave birth to a daughter named Qiaoqiao. Xu gave birth out of wedlock and was expelled from Xu's house. "

Wang Gingquan's eyes widened, even though he had guessed it a long time ago, he still couldn't believe it.

He continued to scroll back, and after some trivial things, he saw a few more iconic words:
"In June of the 30th year of the dynasty, the Xu family died. The orphan Zhao Qiaoqiao was adopted by the thief Su Bai and changed her surname to Su."

"Zhao Qiaoqiao... co-author of this scumbag who didn't even tell anyone his real name, and still calls himself Zhao Zhiyi." Wang Bingquan slandered inwardly, and then continued to read.

There is nothing important about it, most of them are Su Qiaoqiao's "brilliant deeds", such as taking the official seal of a certain governor, copying the small treasury of a certain county magistrate, and stealing the heart of a certain son...

After Wang Gangquan read it word for word from beginning to end, he let out a strange laugh for no reason: "Ha ha."

This sudden strange smile made Qing Xing, who was always elusive, couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.

Then Wang Gangquan turned around silently and returned to the house.

……

Wang Quanquan still underestimated Sheng Endi.

If the other party was not his own father, he might have to greet the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors.

What about showing mercy?How about living among the tens of thousands of flowers as promised without a single leaf sticking to your body?
The co-author not only stayed, but he was also an irresponsible scumbag.It is also false if a leaf does not stick to the body, but it is true to force the flowers with hard hands.

The "role model of my generation" fart!
Wang Gangquan was crazily slandering his own father in his heart. Now he can only rejoice that he didn't inherit Sheng Endi's love to see one and love the other, otherwise there might be bloody dramas like "she is your sister!".

(End of this chapter)