A rough count shows that Shen Yinqiu has been in the capital for almost half a year.
From autumn to the end of winter, it is about to close in the next year.
She still has not adapted well to the atmosphere of the capital.
Standing on the long street at this time, although she was wearing more clothes, the cold was blowing back and forth everywhere, which was completely different from Jiangnan where it was like spring all year round.
She is afraid of cold.
These were fine, but what she felt was a little bad was that she still hadn't integrated into the capital's circles.
But now that she is married, there is no need for her to get involved in that circle of the unmarried daughter.
What will she have to deal with next?
However, no, the prince rarely showed up, and his presence was not high.
If it hadn't been for this marriage, he would probably have been forgotten somewhere.
Therefore, as the Crown Princess, she naturally lowered her presence.
Thinking of this, Shen Yinqiu suddenly laughed out loud, although there were many doubts that were not clear, such as who was kidnapping her, who wanted to ruin her appearance, and when should the Zhang family be destroyed.
But there is no rush.
Qingye guarantees her safety, and those behind the scenes can't help but reveal their flaws.
The warm winter sun shines on them through the clouds, without much warmth at all.
Qian Guang saw that her master was motionless, and she couldn't see his expression clearly under the black veil, so she couldn't help but call out to him.
Shen Yinqiu took a deep breath, looked around, shook his head to indicate that he was fine and said, "Find a teahouse with storytellers to rest for a while."
The three masters and servants walked into the street.
Qianguang Qingye clung to Shen Yinqiu on the left and right, unknowingly protecting Shen Yinqiu in the middle, blocking the possibility of being bumped by others.
Shen Yinqiu was quite wary of the last time he saw a broken stone in his chest and was in danger, and he was no longer so curious about the excitement.
But this time, what I saw was not a juggling class, but a stall-breaking one.
Smash the stall People around him were avoiding him.
Shen Yinqiu stood still and asked Qian Guang seriously: "Is your master not suitable for leaving the yard?
Why did you come out?
Nine times out of ten, you will encounter this kind of thing.
Why can't you?"
Can you let me come out and play smoothly?"
Qianguang racked his brains and gave the most reasonable explanation: "Master, this must be because there are too many people in the capital.
If it is too lively, trouble will easily occur.
You see, we will not do that in Jiangnan."
Qingye listened silently, raised his head and looked ahead, and reminded: "It's a fight."
Shen Yinqiu watched for a long time before he realized that it was two teenagers smashing things at each other.
It was not a fight.
It was just that these two were smashing things at each other, and a group of young men were cheering behind them.
Originally it was nothing, but one of them looked familiar to her.
The man stood in front, his peach blossom eyes slightly squinted, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he seemed to be smiling, but he didn't feel happy.
"Why is Wan Qisheng here?"
She stood at the back, with a few common people blocking her in front, and she was dressed in a low-key manner.
Although people who knew her could not recognize her, they could tell her identity by looking at the maid next to her.
Wan Qisheng's eyes fell on her precisely like this.
Shen Yinqiu thought with some annoyance that he shouldn't have stared at Wan Qisheng like that just now.
However, Wan Qisheng only deepened the raised corners of his lips, but did not do anything else, as if he did not recognize her.
Shen Yinqiu tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that this was normal.
When he was in the mansion, he pestered her either to make the prince unhappy or because he was bored and mostly used her for fun.
Qian Guang saw the situation clearly and whispered: "Master, let's go, these young masters are of such high quality."
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She did not dare to say the following words.
Although Shen Yinqiu did not set any rules for them, it was because they all knew the rules. .
It is said that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are dark.
Qianguang felt a little contemptuous when he saw these young men destroying the stalls of ordinary people because he was unhappy.
Shen Yinqiu watched all this with cold eyes.
The stall owner begged for mercy while rescuing the goods that had been thrown to the ground and being trampled on.
The young men who smashed things impatiently gave him a kick.
The world was declining, and those who heard it chose to stay away. , for example, she herself also did not stand out. but
Shen Yinqiu came closer, and the sensitive Qingye took a step back, forcefully preventing Shen Yinqiu from getting close.
This look of disgust made Shen Yinqiu speechless, helpless, and gritted his teeth.
"Qingye, use some tricks to teach those two people who smashed things a lesson."
Shen Yinqiu said it simply and directly.
Qingye looked coldly: "Qingye is only responsible for your safety."
Shen Yinqiu felt that her majesty had been challenged.
No, she had no majesty at all, okay?
Just as she was feeling sad and angry, she heard the two dudes who were smashing things screaming, Shen Yinqiu suddenly raised her head and saw They looked like they were lying on the ground covering their hands and feet, moaning.
She was amused and wanted to pat Qingye on the shoulder to encourage him, "I didn't expect that you said no but acted so quickly."
Qingye didn't even look at her.
Instead, he looked a little wary and said, "Prince Princess, it's time for us to leave."
Shen Yinqiu also knew it, because she saw Wan Qisheng looking in her direction again.
She lowered her head and coughed twice, "Qianguang, take me to the storytelling teahouse quickly."
Qianguang felt guilty and confused: "But master, I don't know where that is."
Qingye grabbed Shen Yinqiu's arm and said, "Follow me."
His attitude was very firm and he could not tolerate Shen Yinqiu's refusal.
Shen Yinqiu looked confused, Qingye changed his pretense of indifference, took her arm and left.
When they were sitting peacefully in the private room on the second floor of the teahouse, Shen Yinqiu took a sip of hot tea, glanced at Qingye who stood silently aside, and thought, there must be a reason for doing things.
"Ahem!"
Shen Yinqiu deliberately coughed twice.
Of course, he didn't expect Qingye to pay attention to her.
Except for life-threatening matters, Qingye would take action.
Qianguang would take over the internal affairs and other matters.
No one had clear regulations, so he naturally acquiesced to this.
Division of labor.
Aoba still looked like he was wandering in a fugue, but it was a little cool to lean against the wall at this moment.
Shen Yinqiu gestured to Qianguang to talk to her first.
Qianguang didn't like Qingzhu and was kinder to Qingye.
However, because Qingye was usually silent and occasionally showed a cold light that she had never seen before, she also Don't like to get too close.
However, her master repeatedly hinted that she could not refuse and could only think sadly about why her master always liked to provoke those who looked cold.
"Qingye" Qianguang realized after shouting that she didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, the storyteller outside gave her an idea with his strong and ups and downs tone, "Qingye, you are very familiar with the capital.
Do you usually go out often?"
Shen Yinqiu held his forehead, this question was stupid.
Qingye slowly turned his head, glanced at Qianguang, then looked at Shen Yinqiu and replied, "Yes."
Qianguang: ""Can I still answer the call?
Shen Yinqiu felt that Qian Guang was hopeless, so he took action and said: "Why were you so anxious to pull me away on the long street just now?"
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"Danger."
Qingye didn't hide it.
It was better to give the Crown Princess some advice than to let her be careless and unaware.
The only thing she felt comforted was that although Shen Yinqiu asked her to teach those two dandies a lesson , but she was really relieved that she didn't get involved mindlessly.
Shen Yinqiu gradually got used to her temper and asked: "You were discovered after you took action."
Qingye thought for a while before humming.
"I thought that masters could attack quietly."
Shen Yinqiu muttered, and didn't ask any more questions.
He always felt that he was surrounded by martial arts masters, which made him a little intimidated.
Qingye turned around, silently exuding an aura of "I'm not happy".
Her skills were doubted by a princess who had no power to bind a chicken.
This simply tainted her good martial arts.
Those young masters were not allowed to have masters around them.
Do dark guards exist?
The storyteller's tone is either a godly one or a mysterious one, with a face that says I know all the truth.
At this time, the teahouse downstairs suddenly became quiet, which was unusual.
Shen Yinqiu put his head on the window and looked down.
The storyteller hiding behind the screen said, "Everyone has heard about the bloody corpse case that has caused panic in the capital recently."
There were replies below: "Just stop talking about books, why are you talking about this disgusting thing?"
"It's just that I feel like vomiting just thinking about it."
"I've heard it before.
Is it possible that the old gentleman has some clues?"
"Come and tell me.
If you speak well, I'll reward you with a copper plate."
Shen Yinqiu was very happy to hear this tone.
Rewarding a copper plate was like rewarding a hundred taels of gold.
The storyteller didn't respond to anyone's words.
I don't know if it was to match the atmosphere or something, but he said in a very low tone: "This blood corpse case is not simple.
So far, the murderer has killed nine young girls.
All of them were first raped and then tortured alive. die."
"Wait a minute, didn't you say strangulation to death?"
said a tea guest who was listening to the book.
Someone quickly retorted, "It wasn't strangled to death, it was hacked to death with a knife.
There was blood all over the body."
This time, the storyteller responded.
He sighed: "No, no, it's painful to death.
The murderer likes to peel off the skin, only the skin below the eyes, the front, not the back.
The methods are extremely cruel, and they are all about women.
They were cut off bit by bit while they were still alive, so the corpses were bloody from the eyes down.
They looked really scary.
They couldn’t close their eyes no matter how hard they closed their eyes, and their eyelashes were as hard as brushes. " Imagine someone couldn't stand it and shouted: "Are you just trying to scare people with your nonsense?"
Some people found it irritating and immediately asked: "Go on, talk on."
Shen Yinqiu was fascinated by what he heard, but Qianguang's face turned a little pale with fright, while Qingye still had a dull face, unable to tell what his attitude was.
"As far as we know, this murderer kills one person every eight days.
He likes good skin.
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It doesn't matter the appearance or the figure.
Then Yuan Chen's eldest daughter is fifteen years old and very plump.
How many of you have seen her?"
A few people below chimed in, "I've seen fat people with only flesh left.
Their appearance is hard to tell, their faces look like white-faced steamed buns."
"But this white-faced steamed bun is extremely safe.
It's Miss Chen.
She went to Lingyin Temple to offer incense a month ago and never came back.
Her body was found at the foot of Lingyin Temple half a month ago.
If it wasn't Judging from his body shape and the remaining birthmark on his back, Yaoshou, how could he recognize who he was?"
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