Ang Lee was a skilled painter, and with the addition of blue pigment, he painted a portrait of a woman.
Give the portrait to Chonglou and ask him to investigate the woman.
Ang Lee continued to set up his stall.
Even if we tell him not to set up a stall, he insists on doing so.
Ang Lee also asked Ling Yu to stay and take care of Kong Qing and Dong Zhi, while he went to set up his stall alone.
Chonglou quickly found out the identities of the mother and child.
My mother's name was Zhao Hong. She was a well-known philanthropist in the town and often helped poor families.
The son's name is Zhu Zhangzhi. He appears polite on the surface, but he is actually petty and narrow-minded.
The husband is the former town mayor, and the current town mayor is Zhu Fuying, Zhao Hong's brother-in-law.
The reason Zhu Zhangzhi smashed Li An's stall was simply because he was unhappy that Li An had not listened to him and had his servants eat at the same table.
Later, Ang Lee took a hard line and drove the Zhu family mother and son away.
To vent his anger, and to avenge his mother, Zhu Zhangzhi bribed She Ba to smash up the stall.
Zhu Fuying respected her elder sister-in-law very much and loved her nephew very much.
There is no evidence to suggest that Sheba was instructed by Zhu Zhangzhi.
Snake Eight was beaten up, and that was the end of it.
Is it really that simple?
Chonglou was unable to answer Ang Lee's question.
That's the prima facie evidence.
Li An instructed Chonglou to keep a close eye on Zhao Hong.
Ang Lee felt that this woman was no ordinary person; she was definitely not as simple as she appeared on the surface.
Lingyu came in to report that Dongzhi had woken up and wanted to see Li An.
After Ang Lee's treatment, Dongzhi's mind cleared up a little.
"Thank you for allowing Xiaoman to be laid to rest."
"With you like this, is Xiaoman really safe?"
Ang Lee's question cast a shadow of gloom over Dongzhi once more.
"Do you want to avenge Xiaoman?"
What do you want to know?
"The truth is, why did you get the Nightingale Dream? Who gave it to you? Where was the Nightingale Beauty planted?"
"I don't know who it is."
"You're still lying."
“I’m not lying, I really don’t know who it is, I just…” Dongzhi paused.
Whom do you suspect?
“It can’t be her.” Dongzhi shook her head in denial.
"who is he?"
"Yes, yes, yes, ah—," Dongzhi cried out, rolling around with his hands covering his head, "I want Yingmeng, give it to me, give it to me..."
Winter Solstice was once again controlled by the dream of the nightingale, falling into a trance.
"If you want Yingmeng, tell me who you saw?"
“Yingmeng…I’ll talk, I’ll talk…Yes, yes, Madam…Give me Yingmeng, Yingmeng…”
"Who is the First Madam?"
"It was the First Madam... who gave me Yingmeng..." Dongzhi collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.
Chonglou, who was standing to the side, spoke up, "The people in town all call Zhao Hong 'Madam'."
Zhao Hong, who dressed the Winter Solstice in the Nightingale Dream costume, is she the person behind the production of the Nightingale Dream costume?
"Keep a close eye on Zhao Hong."
"Yes." Chonglou responded and went to check.
Ang Lee returned to his room, where Kong Qing was lying down asleep.
Hearing the door open, he opened his eyes and said, "Second Master."
"Send a message to your master and tell him to come quickly."
Kong Qing, who had been relaxed, froze because of Li An's words.
"Second Master is my master."
"I'm serious. The situation in Flower Town is not simple. The four of us alone cannot handle it."
Kong Qing stopped smiling. "How did you figure that out, Second Master?"
"I have a very sensitive nose. I can remember the scents I smell."
On his very first day with Ang Lee, Kong Qing recognized the scent he had smelled on someone else.
After several clandestine probing attempts, it was confirmed that Kong Qing was someone's subordinate.
"My master instructed that from the day Kong Qing came to Second Master's side, he was Second Master's person in life and Second Master's servant in death."
"That's not important. What you need now is to get the message out."
"Yes," Kong Qing replied.
After giving his instructions, Li An left the cloth shop and went to the street corner to continue setting up his stall.
Still, no one came.
Ang Lee wasn't in a hurry; he read medical books and occasionally wrote down his own insights and experiences.
Time quickly came to the day of the Kao (King of Flowers) selection.
Prior to this, preliminary selections and open auditions had already been conducted.
Countless potted plants were eliminated, and the 10 best ones were selected to enter the final round.
Ten potted plants were placed in the town's central square, each guarded by a government official and the plant's owner.
There is a flower tube next to the flower pot, which is used to hold flower sachets.
People entering the town square can receive a flower slip and cast it for their favorite flower.
It begins at 9:00 AM and ends at 3:00 PM.
The flower that receives the most flower slips is the annual Flower King.
Ang Lee entered the square with a flower token in hand, followed by Kong Qing, whose injuries had almost fully healed.
Chonglou had to follow Zhao Hong, and Lingyu had to keep an eye on Dongzhi, so they didn't have time to come.
Ten potted plants, each with its own unique charm.
After much deliberation, Ang Lee finally cast his flower slip for a pot of two-colored camellias, which swayed like two beautiful women.
The owner of the flowers was a young woman who sincerely thanked each judge who voted for her.
"Your flowers are beautiful."
Ang Lee's genuine praise made the girl blush slightly.
"Thank you for your kind words, young master. My family runs a flower and herb shop in the north of town. If you are interested, you are welcome to come and have a look."
“Okay,” Li An agreed.
Another person came to cast their fortune sticks. Ang Lee took the opportunity to leave.
Seeing that it was noon, Kong Qing said, "Let's go to Shan Ye Xiao Chao for lunch."
"Yes, Second Master."
Kong Qing walked ahead, clearing the way for Li An. As noon approached, the square grew increasingly crowded, making it difficult to squeeze out.
Stepping out of the square, Ang Lee wiped the sweat from his brow; he was exhausted.
The two went to a mountain-style stir-fry restaurant and ordered several of the other signature dishes that they hadn't ordered last time.
"Have some water." Li An poured tea for Kong Qing.
"Thank you, Second Master." Kong Qing respectfully accepted the gift with both hands.
"No need to be so polite." Kong Qing waved her hand dismissively. "How do you know your master?"
"My master is Second Master?"
"Kong Qing, you know what I'm going to ask. It's pointless to beat around the bush." Li An narrowed his eyes.
Kong Qing hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I am an orphan. My master found me and sent me to the Dark Guard Camp for training. After I completed my training, my master sent me to Second Master’s side.”
That's all?
"An'an, just ask me whatever you want to know." A familiar voice reached Li An's ears.
Kong Qing stood up, stepped back, and knelt down.
"Go down."
Kong Qing did not move immediately, but glanced at Li An.
Li An nodded slightly, and Kong Qing stood up and left.
Inside the main hall of the Mountain Stir-fry restaurant, everyone else had left, leaving only Li An and the man who was speaking.
"Fifth Young Master, your presence is an honor to us. We are sorry for not welcoming you sooner."
“An’an told me to come, so I’ll definitely get here as fast as I can.” The Fifth Young Master sat down on Li An’s long bench.
"I invited the Fifth Young Master here because I have important matters to discuss." Li An reached out to block the other person's head from leaning in, tilting his head back to create distance.
The Fifth Prince didn't give up and gave Li An's palm a light peck.
"For me, An An is the most important thing."
The Fifth Prince wanted to get closer, but found he couldn't move.
Li An smiled and said, "Fifth Young Master, during my 10 years of studying medicine, I also gained some knowledge of poisons."
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