The more He Erye wanted something, the more he could hold his breath.

He politely thanked him and left without delay. Su An looked at the back of He Changhuai leaving in a hurry, and asked someone to call Yuqiong. But when he came out after washing his face and changing his clothes, he realized that Yuqiong had fallen into the water.

in the backyard.

Yuqiong huddled under the blanket and shivered, her hair still had icicles, her face was flushed from the cold, and she was still dazed and semi-conscious.

After pouring hot water and pinching people again, it took a long time for Yuqiong to recover. Su An already understood the whole situation. Yuqiong fell into the water somehow, but she hugged the old tree girl tightly. Fortunately, Changshi passed by and rescued him, otherwise she would have frozen to death there today.

Seeing that the person woke up, Su An asked, "Yuqiong, why did you fall into the water?"

Yuqiong trembled, her eyes were terrified, and she gestured and mouthed authentically: "Someone pushed me!"

Su An's smile froze suddenly, "Someone pushed you?"

The atmosphere in the room became weird. This part of the alley used to be two courtyards, but a lake was dug in the middle after opening up. People from Yishuilou lived here, and theatrical troupes who defected to Yishuilou lived there. Both groups knew each other and were acquaintances. If Yuqiong was really pushed down, wouldn't it be an acquaintance who committed the crime?

But who can have such a big hatred with a beggar who just arrived in Yishuilou.

Changshi stood up, "Master, the class leader asked me to bring a message. On the way back, I saw Yuqiong fell into the water, but I didn't see anyone around."

Su An: "What news?"

"The troupe master asked me to tell you that a theater troupe two streets away has disbanded and is now selling people," Changshi said, "The troupe master said that there are some good seedlings, and he wants to go and have a look with you."

Su An looked at the sky outside, the heavy snow was still falling, gloomy, "I'll talk about it tomorrow. Okay, you guys go out, I'll talk to Yuqiong again."

Everyone left, and the room fell silent. Su An tucked in the quilt and asked Yuqiong, "Yuqiong, do you really feel that someone is pushing you?"

Yuqiong was still in fear, seeing that Su An didn't believe her, she was even more anxious and frightened, "Master—" said hoarsely, "I, I..."

"I see," Su An hissed. "You can't speak. I'll ask you a few questions now. If you're right, you can nod, and if you're good, you can shake your head."

Yuqiong nodded obediently.

"You saw He Changhuai this afternoon, the one in my room," Su An asked, "Are you afraid of him?"

Yuqiong shook her head and nodded.

Su An: "Did he hurt you?"

Yuqiong frowned, he thought about it carefully, showing a hesitant expression, first nodded slowly, then shook his head hesitantly.

Su An couldn't understand what this meant, "Second Master He has been studying abroad for a few years, and he only returned to China in the past two years. After returning to China, he has been staying in the north. It stands to reason that you have never seen him. Could it be that Yu Joan, you used to be from the north too?"

Yuqiong looked at Su An blankly, and Su An turned over his palm to look. Yuqiong had many scars on her palms, and they were all fresh. It can be seen how delicate these hands were originally, with soft fingertips and not even thick calluses.

Yuqiong blushed and buried herself in the bed, motionless.

"Last time you also watched President Jiang remain motionless," Su An said, "Could it be that you have seen President Jiang before?"

Yuqiong shook her head, "He, he eats, eats fish."

Su An: "Eat fish? What does that mean?"

There was a sudden noise outside, "Quick, the doctor is here!"

Su An stopped and didn't ask any more questions, "Take a good rest. You can only go on stage to sing after you have rested. Didn't you say you want to earn a lot of money for me?"

Yuqiong nodded.

Su An got up and went out, letting others take care of Yuqiong. He took the feldspar to the lake, the lake was calm, and the edges began to freeze. Changshi pointed to a hole, "Master, this is where Yuqiong fell."

There is a downhill near the shore, and it seems that you will fall into the lake if you don’t pay attention. Su An walked over to look at the footprints. They are in a mess. It is estimated that Changshi stepped on them when he rescued Yuqiong. "You Did you see any other footprints when you rescued Yuqiong?"

Changshi shook his head, "I was too anxious to pay attention to my feet."

"Forget it," Su An went back, "Go and call the class leader and tell him that I will go with him tomorrow to see good seedlings."

Changshi responded, hesitated for a while, and lowered his voice, "Master, do you think this is related to Ji Yusheng's wronged soul?"

It's winter, as soon as this sentence is said, it seems that the soles of the feet feel a chill. Su An coughed lightly, "What do you say?"

"Yuqiong just came to Yishuilou, who can make enemies with him?" Changshi said seriously, "Maybe Yusheng is a lingering soul, so it's not easy to bully us to vent our anger, so we can only bully this newcomer."

"Stop talking nonsense," Su An said, "Do you really believe what Lao Xu said?"

Chang Shi rubbed his head, "Don't you believe me?"

Su An was noncommittal, "Go quickly."

The opera troupe that disbanded is called Xiyang Pavilion, and there are many young apprentices who are learning to sing. Su An and the class leader picked out a few and took them back slowly.

The snow has stopped today, and there is a lot of busyness everywhere. Su An thought white looked too dazzling, so she specially wore black to accentuate the color. Coincidentally, when they were going back, they happened to meet He Changhuai who came out of the gold shop.

He Changhuai was tall and burly, and soon saw them, he stepped forward a little surprised, and opened his smile first, "Boss Ye, why is it such a coincidence?"

Ye Suan's supple brows were raised in surprise, and the corners of his mouth could not help but smile, "Second Master He, I see you again."

Naturally, He Changhuai wouldn't say that he had already got the news, so he waited to meet here in advance. He smiled chicly, and then blinked narrowly, "I have a predestined relationship with Boss Ye, so maybe we have a good understanding. I'm afraid that Old Yue may have pulled the wrong rope and didn't give it to me." Bring a daughter-in-law, but bring me a Boss Ye."

Ye Su'an, "Why did Second Master become so generous with his mouth?"

Xindao are you so weak? So weak? ! It's not as good as the last stinky uncle.

The two walked in front, and the class leader followed with his new apprentice. He Changhuai said, "It's so cold today, what is Boss Ye doing going out?"

Su An pointed to the head teacher at the back, "You have to ask him."

The class leader smiled sheepishly, "It's all right, I just saw a good seedling, so I dragged Boss Ye over to have a look."

He Changhuai nodded, "Is Boss Ye cold?"

Su An stretched out her hand to show him, her fingers were long and slender, as white as jade, and her fingertips were slightly red, "Second Master, do you think I'm cold?"

He Changhuai smiled, "I don't think you're cold, but I'm afraid you'll be cold, and I'll offend you, Boss Ye."

He took off the scarf from his neck, and gently put it on Su An's neck. A warm feeling came over him. He Changhuai straightened the scarf, "Please take it home with you, don't untie it on the way."

Su An froze for a moment, then looked up at him from the scarf.

He Changhuai's eyebrows and eyes were handsome, he chuckled softly, "Is there any business for Boss Ye to do next?"

Ye Suan shook his head, "That's not true."

The class leader was in a hurry, and stepped forward to remind him, "Boss Ye, have you forgotten what Lao Xu said?" Why don't we find a Taoist priest to do it?

Su An suddenly realized, and nodded again, "There is one more small matter."

He Changhuai didn't keep him either, "Then I'll come here with Boss Ye today, and we'll see you tomorrow in Yishuilou."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode away. Su An followed his back for a while and sighed.

Absolutely, one will pretend to be better than the other.

The head teacher thought that Boss Ye was going to buy a yellow talisman, but Su An took him all the way to the bookstore, wondering, "Boss Ye, where are you buying books?"

Su An pointed casually, "Master Cheng, if you want to buy talismans, you can go to the end of that alley. I'll go and read the books first, you go and wait for me."

The head teacher, "Okay, Boss Ye, take your time, I'll go right away."

There was no one in the bookstore, so Su An walked over and asked the shopkeeper, "Where's your accountant?"

The shopkeeper raised his voice, "Mr. Cashier!"

After shouting several times in a row, the accountant came out, his wrinkled face was pale and his beard was sparse, "What's the matter?"

Su An was thoughtful, and said in a steady voice: "Mr., I have to ask you something. Is there any red fish in President Jiang's mansion, and where can I sell it? I want to buy some."

The accountant frowned and walked in, "What? What red fish?"

Oh, this old gentleman is deaf, and what Old Xu said was so mysterious, but in reality it was just that the old gentleman didn't hear it.

Su An asked the question again, and the accountant said with a bitter face: "Boss Ye, I don't know how this fish got here, maybe Master Jiang came here at random when he came back, or maybe it was given by someone else. Yes. There are only a few entries in the account and a few entries in the account book, but nothing else."

"Okay, I understand." Su An nodded and left the bookstore.

It just so happened that the class leader really brought a sneaky person over. Cheng was full of excitement and said in a low voice, "Boss Ye, there really is a Taoist priest there. Look, I just brought him here."

The Taoist priest was also dressed in plain clothes, and he couldn't see any difference from ordinary people. Su An looked at him for a while, but the Taoist priest's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to meet his gaze.

Su An didn't say anything, "Then go back."

Going back to arrange the newly brought apprentices, the class master and a group of spectators surrounded the Taoist priests and went to the backyard. As soon as he got close to the well, the leader's eyes turned red immediately, "Yusheng, you died so miserable."

The Taoist shivered, and was about to catch ghosts in a decent manner, when Su An suddenly asked, "Don't Taoist priests even wear uniforms?" The people around immediately looked at the Taoist priest suspiciously.

Everyone seems to believe in this thing, and Taoist priests are also dubious. After all, there are not many real materials in this business, but there are many liars.

However, Su An and the liar are also considered to be indissoluble bonds, and one can tell how much the Taoist priest weighs at a glance.

The Taoist priest was sweating profusely, trying to calm down, "Don't we need to check the venue first? It's not time for the formal practice yet."

"Actually, I don't believe in ghosts in this world." Su An looked around at the people around him, "Think about it yourself, who has seen ghosts since childhood?"

A group of people looked at each other and shook their heads one by one.

The Taoist was anxious: "Hey, you—"

"I believe that Yusheng is not that kind of person," Su An continued, "You have been with him for so long, and you know what he is like. Don't talk about ghosts in the future, and let Yusheng go to the grave anyway."

The crowd was silent for a while, and several people couldn't help but secretly wiped their tears. The class leader also lowered his head and wiped his tears, and suddenly said: "No, Boss Ye, if there are no ghosts in the world, why would there be crying in President Jiang's mansion?"

"This..." Su An deliberately hesitated, "This is probably because someone misheard."

The Taoist cheered up, and immediately said: "You don't know! The cries in Jiang Zhengrong's mansion must have been misheard by a dozen of the maids and servants in the mansion? It's clearly the work of vengeful spirits!"

Su An asked back: "Then have you seen the wronged soul in President Jiang's mansion?"

"I haven't seen it before," the Taoist said, "but some of my colleagues have seen Jiang Zhengrong once, saying that his seal is black, which is an ominous omen!"

"What does this have to do with ghosts?"

The Taoist subconsciously blurted out: "The omen of impending death is naturally to find a scapegoat!"