PFC Chapter 352 Some things may not be made out of nothing
Chapter 352 Some things may not be made out of nothing
As soon as I entered the yard, I heard that Jiang Qisheng was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.
She turned and went to the ancestral hall.
The door of the ancestral hall was open, and Jiang Qisheng was kneeling on the ground with his body straight, without even a cushion under his knees.
Hearing the sound outside the door, he didn't even open his eyes, "Take the things back."
"I got it with great difficulty, but you ask me to go all the way to get it back?"
Jiang Qisheng recognized who the person was.
He turned around slowly and asked, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"Of course I'm here for something. I'm not idle." Yuan Qing put his things down first and dragged the futon over. "Relax your knees. Kneeling on the cold floor for a long time will cause damage even if it doesn't hurt. The bone-chilling cold is not easy to cure."
Jiang Qisheng looked hesitant.
Yuan Qing simply pushed him down to sit down, "Why are you so rigid? Who would come to see us so late? Rules are dead, but people are alive. Injuring your legs is a lifelong thing. I don't want you to suffer from unbearable pain every day when you are old, so just keep kneeling."
She stood up, looked at Jiang Qisheng's thin body, hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait for me for a while."
Not long after, she brought back another bunch of things.
"Hurry, hurry, help me."
Jiang Qisheng reached out to take the plush cloak and was stunned for a moment, "This is..."
"It was hanging outside. I don't know who left it there, so I brought it in to keep you warm." Yuan Qing opened the food box. "I just sneaked into the kitchen and saw that there was still a lot of food left, so I brought it all in."
She placed the food on the ground one by one.
Jiang Qisheng looked at the steaming dishes and suddenly his eyes felt sore.
They are really...
Yuan Qing handed him chopsticks and a bowl, and urged him, "Eat it while it's still hot. It will warm your body up. This place is too gloomy."
Jiang Qisheng scooped a bowl of soup and drank it slowly.
"Why did you come to see me suddenly, and at this time?"
Yuan Qing also took a steamed bun to eat, "I just found out something about the case suddenly, I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I brought some food with me. I didn't expect you were still awake."
Jiang Qisheng raised his eyes calmly, "What if I have already rested?"
"Get up, let's talk about this before going to sleep."
Jiang Qisheng: "..."
Jiang Qisheng was a young man from an aristocratic family who received a strict upbringing. He ate slowly and elegantly, and every move he made was extremely pleasing to the eye.
Yuan Qing silently watched the teeth marks on the bun that he had bitten off in one bite, and immediately stopped chewing.
Jiang Qisheng asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Yuan Qing swallowed the steamed bun with the soup, "I'm thinking about the case."
She took another big bite, picked up the book, put it in front of her, and opened it to the marked page.
Jiang Qisheng put down the bowl and wiped his mouth. "You can tell me now."
Yuan Qing turned the book towards him and said, "Look here. I found this by accident."
"Miscellaneous travel notes?"
"Hmm." Yuan Qing swallowed the food and said, "Although there are many unreliable elements in this book, it is kept in the library of the imperial court, so it must have some value. I came across this story by chance when I was flipping through the book."
It tells the story of a girl named Mei Gu in the village. She was born with a charming figure but an ugly appearance. No one was willing to marry her even though she was nearly thirty years old.
She fell in love with a scholar in the town at first sight.
The scholar was a lover of beautiful women. Mei Gu knew she had no chance, but she was unwilling to give up, so she spent all her money to bribe the witch doctor to make an exquisite mask for her.
Mei Gu, wearing a mask, met the scholar by chance on the road, and the scholar was unsurprisingly attracted to her.
The scholar rejected Meigu on the grounds that he wanted to concentrate on his studies. Meigu was unwilling to be lonely, so she tried her best to seduce the scholar into making a mistake.
But the dough cannot last too long. After three days, it will become wrinkled and cannot be used anymore.
Mei Gu was afraid that her face would be exposed, so she had to jump into the river to escape.
The scholar thought she committed suicide out of shame and anger, and wrote many poems to commemorate her.
The poems spread throughout the country, and the scholar's talent was noticed by high-ranking officials in Beijing. He quickly rose to a high position in the government.
Mei Gu followed him secretly, and seeing the countless beautiful women around him, she was so jealous that her heart was bleeding.
She found the witch doctor again.
The witch doctor could not resist the temptation of money and power and agreed to her request.
From then on, Mei Gu would have sex with the scholar every three days with a new face. She no longer mentioned marriage and only wanted to stay with the scholar in this way.
One day, a Taoist priest who was good at exorcising demons passed by and discovered something unusual about Mei Gu.
After investigating for several days, he discovered that Mei Gu was related to the disappearance of women in the neighborhood.
It turns out that each piece of skin was peeled off from other girls' faces bit by bit by the witch doctor and then soaked in potion.
The scholar learned the truth and used his tenderness and sweetness to coax Mei Gu into letting down her guard, then he drew his sword and killed her.
The emperor praised him for killing his wife with great pain and ridding the people of harm. After that, the scholar was promoted all the way to the position of prime minister, and he was praised wherever he went.
That's where the story ends.
Jiang Qisheng's brows were furrowed as he watched.
Yuan Qing asked him, "How is it, what did you think of?"
Jiang Qisheng said uncertainly: "Are you referring to...face-changing?"
"In a world like this, I think it would be worthwhile to even think about changing the head, let alone the face."
Jiang Qisheng: "...Can you tell me something reliable?"
"What I said is true." Yuan Qing moved over and sat down. "Look at the source of the story at the back of the book and you'll understand."
Jiang Qisheng flipped back and found the source of the story, which was about Beicheng.
Yuan Qing asked again: "Where is the North City?"
"North City is located in the southwest, across a sea. To the west is Medicine King Valley, and to the south is the Southern Clan Holy Land..."
At this point, he finally understood something.
"Some things may not be made out of nothing." Yuan Qing said, "As far as I know, Beicheng was originally part of the Southern Kingdom. A hundred years ago, it was oppressed by the previous dynasty and had to give up the city in exchange for peace. Influenced by local customs and culture, most of the stories or folk songs produced locally have very distinct regional characteristics. Moreover, I checked the time when this story was spread and found that it was 600 years earlier than now. In other words, when the story was spread, Beicheng still belonged to the Southern Kingdom."
She poked at the empty bowl. "Six hundred years, the stars have moved, the day and night have been reversed, and even the mountains and rivers have changed several times. It's not surprising that there are some strange things that are difficult for us to understand, right?"
Jiang Qisheng was in deep thought.
That being said, it is not impossible.
"Ah!"
Yuan Qing sneezed unexpectedly.
Jiang Qisheng came back to his senses, "You caught a cold?"
"No." Yuan Qing lifted up his sleeves to show him, "Look, I put on several extra layers on purpose, how could I possibly feel a sneeze!"
Yuan Qing rubbed his nose.
It's strange. My physical condition is pretty good, and I have the bracelet on my hand. How is it possible for me to catch a cold?