"Tsk." Jiang Cheng first glanced at Xiaowan, then turned his head and stared at Fatty for a while, looking up and down, feeling that he had discovered a new way for Fatty to open.

"Young Master." Xiao Wan suddenly asked: "Where did the kit in your hand... come from?"

Across the curtain, she hadn't paid attention before, but now when she came out of the curtain, her sight was immediately attracted by the tips, and she even ignored the obsessive fat man.

"Do you know this kit?" Jiang Cheng asked rhetorically.

"Of course." Xiaowan expressed excitement: "This is the wedding gift I gave to sister Xuanji. She promised that I will wear it all the time. Why...how is it in your hands?"

Mystery...

Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, it seemed that this was the name of the female ghost.

In other words, it is her stage name in this beautiful fairy courtyard.

"But isn't Sister Xuanji dead?" Xiaowan frowned and asked: "How could her things be on you, you...who are you?"

Now Xiao Wan was really a little scared, and her eyes changed when she looked at Jiang Cheng, "You were sent by Master Huang!" She angrily said, "Isn't it?!"

"No." Jiang Cheng handed over the peeled pear without hesitation, raised his eyes, and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, say something slowly."

Looking at Jiang Cheng's eyes, Xiao Wan actually calmed down slowly, and then she took the pear in his hand by a ghost and sat opposite him.

"I'm here for this. I hope to make the mystery fair." Jiang Cheng said with a serious face: "You don't want her to die unclearly, right?"

Xiaowan nodded, and said after a long while: "I also feel that sister Xuanji's death is strange. She has just married into the Huangfu for a few days, and she was in good health when she left. Why did she suddenly contract an illness and die?"

"Don't be so fast, take your time." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and placed it on Xiaowan's lap, rubbing comfortingly, and said sternly: "From the beginning of how Huang Shaoye and Xuanji met."

Gradually, as Xiaowan told, the story between Young Master Huang and the woman in the brothel named Xuanji began to gradually begin.

Just as they thought, Young Master Huang loves to watch theaters, and the top mystery in the Meixianyuan is even more so-called "excellent in opera."

The little girl in front of them was an artist who was as famous as Xuanji.

In this way, Xuanji entered Young Master Huang's field of vision.

And Young Master Huang is a talented and romantic man, who is even more amazing with his first hand, and he is also very protective of mystery.

Soon, the two came together just as they were written in a novel by a gifted scholar and beautiful lady.

However, the Huang family can be regarded as a big and respectable family in the local area. How could it be possible to accept a brothel woman? Master Huang was furious about this matter and even threatened to sever ties with Young Master Huang.

"But in the end, Young Master Huang still married Sister Xuanji into the mansion." Xiao Wan said with a hint of envy.

When she said this, her tone suddenly paused, and an unnatural look appeared on her face, "The son knows us too," she squeezed her fingers and whispered, "A woman like us can only get married at night. There are no gongs and drums, and no one will see off. Only a few people will come from the husband’s house, and they will quietly carry in through the side door with a small sedan chair. No one dares to say anything."

"This kit was given to Sister Xuanji before that night." Xiaowan recalled: "Sister Xuanji also took away a maid who was always with her."

"That maid is also quite pitiful. She is an orphan. Sister Xuanji is worried that she will leave. She will be bullied if she stays alone..."

"The doctor is awesome!" The fat man shouted in his heart.

"So...you suspect that it was the hands and feet that Master Huang used?" Probably the matter has been understood, Jiang Cheng cut to the point.

"Yeah." Xiao Wan nodded fiercely. "Who else besides him must have been his hand. It's a pity Young Master Huang." Xiao Wan then sighed, "I heard that after the death of sister Xuanji, he also went crazy. ."

"Young Master Huang is really passionate about Miss Xuanji." Jiang Cheng said with emotion.

"Indeed." Xiaowan nodded again and again, "Young Master Huang once painted a picture for sister Xuanji. The sister on the painting is very beautiful. Before she got married, she gave the painting to me. Later, after the accident, her sister's family came to look for it. Pass me, I think they are really pitiful, so I gave them the painting."

Xuanji's family...

Jiang Cheng became interested in an instant, "Did they take the painting away?"

"Yes, he is the father of Sister Xuanji. He used to sneak to see her before, but the sister seems to be more resistant to this father, so she doesn't meet him much."

"What does that person do?"

"I heard that they are also singing operas." Xiaowan showed a rather weird look, "but they are different from us, they... It's paper people, paper horses or something."

She seemed to be worried that Jiang Cheng would not understand, Xiao Wan explained in more detail.

"My sister's father is the director of the theater troupe. I once heard my sister talk about it after being drunk. Back then, it was because his father was not doing his job that he sold himself here, so he refused to forgive him."

"Ghost show?" Jiang Cheng squinted.

Hearing the word ghost, Xiaowan subconsciously rejected it, and swallowed her saliva and said, "It should...should be similar. That person looks weird, thin and short, looks weird, and has a very strange face. Long, eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, standing beside him is as cold as being in an ice cellar." She added.

It seems that something has been thought of, Jiang Cheng is going to come with pen and paper, and draw on it, after a while--

"Is it him?" Jiang Cheng picked up the painting and asked Xiaowan.

At the moment when she saw the painting, Xiao Wan was taken aback for a while, and then repeatedly nodded, "Yes, that's him." She looked at Jiang Cheng and asked with a puzzled look: "The son met him?"

"I've seen it, I'm not familiar with it."

Xiaowan nodded slightly, "No wonder."

The fat man stretched his neck and wanted to come over and take a look at the painting, but before he got close, the painting was put away by Jiang Cheng.

"Do you know where Xuanji's father is now?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Xiaowan thought about it~lightnovelpub.net~ and shook her head: "The troupes who sing this kind of drama usually live outside the city, but...but you can go to Luoguxiang to have a look, last time He mentioned there when he came."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng got up to leave.

"Master, please wait a moment." Xiao Wan stood up and stopped Jiang Cheng, and then in the envy and hatred of the fat man's eyes, Xiao Wan took out a sign tied with a red string from a delicate wooden box.

I don't know what material the brand is made of. It feels very good to the touch when I touch it in my hand.

The word "wan" is engraved on the front.

"Master, please accept it." Xiaowan said: "This is my brand. Next time you can come to me with the brand. This will avoid a lot of trouble."

"Sister Xuanji treats me very well, please let me know if things happen," she said sincerely.

Jiang Cheng accepted the sign and replied: "Definitely."

After leaving Meixianyuan, the fat man couldn't wait to get in there. Before opening his mouth, he watched Jiang Cheng's cold face and said in an unusually calm tone: "It's Housekeeper Zhou."