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Chapter 107 The Saint of Jishan Hall
It was already late at night when Shen Sitang came out of Yichun Courtyard, she wandered back home slowly, with a look of preoccupation.

To be honest, the reason why Shen Sitang went to Yichun Courtyard after receiving the letter was because she suspected Zuixin.

Intoxication is too suspicious, isn't it?Ling Niang of Xunfang Pavilion sent a killer to assassinate her, but she was only slightly injured in the face of a professional killer. What's even more strange is that the killer never appeared again, and I don't know if he took the money and left Yes, there are other situations.

The characteristics of the saintesses in southern Xinjiang: female, good-looking, and able to perfume.

When Shen Sitang saw the letter that Zuixin wrote to her, she thought of the strange fragrance that she smelled in Zuixin's boudoir. The fragrance was rich and pleasant, but it made her feel uncomfortable for no reason.

She is naturally more sensitive to smells, and with acquired training, it can be said that her nose is better than a dog's.

Well, this analogy is a bit strange, but there is nothing wrong with the meaning.

Originally, Shen Sitang went to Yichun Courtyard with a tentative mind, but unexpectedly got a new clue from Zuixin: Jishantang is a mysterious girl who wears a veiled hat and can perfume.

It sounds like a saint!
Could it be that she really misunderstood Zuixin?
What is the truth, she will know after a visit to Jishantang.

Early the next morning, Shen Sitang told Chen Yue'an about it.

Hu Zhonglun and the others were also there, and they all looked forward to it after listening: "Then shall we go to Jishantang today to meet this mysterious girl who can mix fragrance!"

Recently, the Procuratorate has brought back almost all the girls in the capital city who know how to make fragrances, but Jishantang is not among them, which means that she has never actively reported her background in the relevant yamen, and her identity is doubtful.

In the view of Hu Zhonglun and the others, the mysterious girl in Jishantang is probably the saint of Southern Xinjiang.

They couldn't help but get excited: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Shen Sitang blinked her eyes, she rarely saw such a positive side of their work attitude.

He originally wanted to ask Chen Yuean what was going on, but Chen Yuean who was still beside her just now disappeared.

Chen Yue'an's voice sounded behind her: "Let's go, go see the saint!"

"Here we come." Hu Zhonglun and the others immediately ran up.

Shen Sitang's head is full of black lines, are these people rushing to see beautiful women?

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Jishantang was built in the southeast corner of the capital. Hundreds of people lived in the small courtyard. There were orphans without parents, homeless old people, and poor people who had no fixed place to live here.

There will always be good-hearted people who send money, and the people who support the Jishantang will survive in the world. Of course, there will not be a lot of money, and the Jishantang will often have food shortages. The confusion and helplessness, or the despair and pain of life.

Hu Zhonglun and Zhuo Xicheng pushed open the door of Jishan Hall, thinking that the people here are living in poverty and the crowds are crowded, maybe they will smell a bad smell, but it turns out that the fragrance is so strong that it is unbearable Take two more breaths.

They looked at each other, maybe the saint they had been looking for for many days was really here!

Suddenly a bunch of strangers came, and all the people in Jishantang looked over. Soon, an elderly lady came forward with a smile and asked very politely, "Are all the benevolent people here to donate money?"

Chen Yue'an glanced at the children sitting in the front yard and working hard. They were dressed in rags, some were doing needlework, some were doing knitting. They were supposed to be chasing and playing in the yard at an age, but they had to learn to make a living so that I can earn some scraps of silver with my own hands.

He silently handed the money bag on his body to the aunt.

The aunt took the heavy purse and was stunned for a while, then she cried and laughed and bent over to Chen Yue'an, "Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness!"

There are a lot of silver taels in the money bag. With these silver taels, they can feed their children some nutritious meat, but they can’t be extravagant. Plan ahead.

Shen Sitang also wanted to donate some money, but she didn't have any money with her, so there was nothing she could do to help. This was not the way, she was still thinking about starting a small business a few days ago.

Chen Yue'an stretched out his hand to support the aunt, and asked, "I heard that you have a girl who can make fragrances here, and we want to buy some spices back home."

The aunt replied without thinking: "You are talking about Miss Youran, right? She and Miss Dongxue went out to offer incense and haven't come back yet, but it should be soon, why don't you come in and wait?"

Shen Sitang and the others entered Jishan Hall without hesitation. The aunt called for a few children to bring them chairs. Tang and the others sat down without disgust, while Zeng Shiting politely declined and stood aside.

The children continued to work, and no one was lazy. They were obviously used to this kind of life.

In the yard, there were quite a few old people who wrapped themselves up tightly. Their hair was messy and their clothes were ragged. They were lying on the woodpile or leaning against the wall.

In Jishantang, there are many elderly people who have been kicked out of their homes by their children. They have nowhere to go, so they can only wait here to die.

Shen Sitang and the others came with a mission, they didn't pay too much attention to the elderly and children in the yard, but stared at the gate of Jishantang for a moment.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and two women in white shirts stepped into the courtyard door, the leading woman was wearing a white veiled cap, and the woman following her was covered with a white gauze.

Shen Sitang always felt that these two people looked familiar.

Chen Yue'an, who was sitting beside her, touched her arm with his elbow: "Aren't these the two girls we met in Jingyuan Temple last time? You still look back at them."

Shen Sitang suddenly realized that there was such a thing, but didn't Chen Yue'an not notice them at the time?Still urging her to come quickly?

Good guy, so he was pretending?Have you actually noticed them?

The corner of Shen Sitang's mouth twitched, is this a man?
When I ran into them in Jingyuan Temple, Shen Sitang became curious about them only after smelling a familiar smell. It seems that Zuixin didn't lie to her, and her spices did come from here.

Maybe it's because she is good at mixing fragrances, Shen Sitang feels familiar with more than one smell on her body, but she didn't immediately tell that she smelled it from Zuixin.

Zeng Shiting was standing still, and stepped forward first: "You are You..."

Before he finished speaking, a silver needle as thin as a hair stabbed towards him. Zeng Shiting turned his head to dodge with a quick reaction, and immediately backed away.

Shen Sitang and the others were shocked, this Youran girl is not pretending anymore?She is really the saint of Southern Xinjiang!
After leisurely made a move, he turned his head and ran away, Chen Yue'an yelled: "Chasing!"

Hu Zhonglun and the others pulled out their sabers and wanted to chase them out, but the old people who were lying on the ground suddenly jumped up. They tore off their disguise, and they turned out to be masters of southern Xinjiang holding scimitars.

(End of this chapter)