Chapter 9 Flower Fragrance Ink
"According to you, Xuan'er will get better as long as she gives up wheat flour?"
Princess Shouyang asked impatiently.
Feng Qingsui nodded.
"Yes. However, considering that Master Xuan has been ill for a long time, he should also abstain from foods like cow's and goat's milk, soybeans, and eggs."
After saying this, she took out a piece of paper from her sleeve pocket and handed it to the servant serving beside her.
"I've made a list of fasting foods. After just ten days or half a month, you'll see noticeable results, and after half a year, you'll be completely cured."
The list was very long. After the servant presented it to Princess Shouyang, Ji Peiyuan took a look at it and gasped.
"You can't eat this, you can't eat that, are you going to let me live?"
Feng Qingsui had a blank expression on his face: "If your Highness thinks that the desire for food is more important than his life, I have nothing to say."
Ji Peiyuan: “…”
Princess Shouyang glared at him and said, "I didn't ask you to stop eating. Why are you yelling?"
Ji Peiyuan said embarrassedly: "I am not considering Xuan'er. Xuan'er's favorite foods are soup dumplings and egg custard..."
"Spoiling a child is like killing him!"
Princess Shouyang spoke sternly.
"Xuan'er is almost dead, are you still going to let him eat these poisonous things?"
Ji Peiyuan shut his mouth completely.
After scolding her own husband, Princess Shouyang's expression relaxed and she asked Feng Qingsui, "Besides abstaining from food, is there anything else I should be aware of?"
"Just keep a normal schedule and eat regularly."
Feng Qingsui replied.
Then he said goodbye and left.
"Go to North-South Street." After getting on the donkey cart, she instructed Wuhua.
"Okay!"
Wuhua pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves clattered, dragging the carriage forward happily.
North-South Street is the most prosperous and bustling street in the capital. Feng Qingsui came here to find out what kind of ink was used to write the words on Xun Shan's note.
She couldn't tell what kind of flower the ink scent carried in its floral fragrance, so it must be quite rare.
If we can find the owner of that ink, we can narrow the scope and find the person who ordered the murder of my sister more quickly.
"Shopkeeper, please take out all your floral scented inks and let me see them."
After entering the largest Mozhai in Beijing, Feng Qingsui said.
The shopkeeper pointed to the right side of the shop: "The flowers and ink are all there."
Feng Qingsui looked over and saw a seven-tiered wooden rack on the right side of the hall, holding nearly a hundred types of ink sticks.
She walked forward, picked them up one by one, and put them down one by one.
"Is that all?"
She asked the shopkeeper.
"Are there any other options?"
Shopkeeper: "No more. My collection of floral inks is the most complete in Beijing, excluding the collection of the man in Fanlou."
Feng Qingsui looked confused: "Who are you referring to, Fan Lou?"
The shopkeeper was surprised: "You haven't heard of her? She's Qiao Zhenzhen, the most famous singer in the capital. She likes to collect floral inks. Literati and scholars go to her to listen to her music. If they have money, they give money, and if they don't have money, they give ink."
Feng Qingsui seemed to be lost in thought.
After leaving this Mo Zhai, she went to other Mo Zhai and found that, as the shopkeeper said, the floral ink styles of other shops were not as complete.
So he set his sights on Qiao Zhenzhen.
Unexpectedly, after asking around, I found out that if I wanted to meet Qiao Zhenzhen, I not only had to make an appointment three months in advance, but also had to pay a deposit.
The deposit is one hundred gold, or a newly written poem, or a piece of precious floral ink that is not yet in Qiao Zhenzhen's collection.
Feng Qingsui, who couldn't get any of them: "..."
On the donkey cart back home, she asked Wuhua, "Our Second Master can write lyrics, right?"
Wuhua: "Yes, he was once the top scorer in the imperial examination."
"That makes sense."
Feng Qingsui began to think about how to trick Ji Changqing into writing a good poem for her.
"A-choo!"
Ji Changqing, who was busy flipping through account books in the office, suddenly felt a chill.
"Momfuku, add some charcoal."
He ordered his followers.
Baifu nodded in response and went to the charcoal yard in charge of charcoal used by various government offices to get dozens of kilograms of silver frost charcoal.
Ji Changqing was busy until the moon was at its highest point in the sky before he set out to return home.
I heard a burst of mournful music halfway through.
I lifted the car curtain and listened. The sound came from a roadside clinic.
He frowned when he thought of the memorial suppressed by the emperor that accused Princess Shouyang of abusing private punishment and beating a famous doctor.
He ordered Baifu: "Ask whose funeral it is."
Baifu went to a tavern not far from the clinic, where the lights were still on, to inquire about the situation and then came back to report.
"It's Doctor Xun from Ping'an Hall."
Ji Changqing's expression turned colder: "Is this Princess Shouyang's good deed?"
Bai Fu scratched his head. "The innkeeper said that Doctor Xun went to the Princess's residence for a consultation the day before yesterday and returned safely. However, he unexpectedly broke his leg while leaving the city yesterday and developed a blood clot, which broke off and blocked his lungs."
"Has the coroner examined it?"
"I've checked it."
"Oh--"
A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Ji Changqing's lips.
"A doctor known as a 'sacred doctor for women and children' could lose his life after breaking his own leg. Who would believe that?"
He started out as a county magistrate and had handled countless cases. He knew as soon as he heard that Xun Shan's death was suspicious.
Princess Shouyang actually knew how to cover up.
But just as this thought passed through his mind, he suddenly thought of a woman.
"You went to the Princess's residence the day before yesterday and left the city yesterday?"
Baifu was confused: "Yes."
"What a coincidence."
Ji Changqing curled his lips.
He immediately ordered: "Check it out tomorrow. I want to know all of Xun Shan's whereabouts yesterday."
The next day, Ji Changqing was on his day off, and Baifu reported to him the news he had uncovered early in the morning:
"… Doctor Xun was at the clinic yesterday until 5 p.m., when he suddenly rushed to the carriage house, asked the driver to harness the horses, and then drove out of the city alone, returning to the clinic at 5 p.m.."
"After the medicine man helped him back to his room, he stayed there alone. His grandson cried and called out, but he refused to open the door. The medicine man coaxed his grandson back to sleep, but he didn't respond when he knocked on the door the next day. So he broke in and found that he had been dead for a long time."
"Then the matter was reported to the government office, and the coroner conducted an autopsy and concluded that death was caused by pulmonary infarction."
"He left a will, entrusting the clinic and his wealth to his daughter-in-law and clan members."
Baifu also borrowed the suicide note.
As someone who has been dealing with pens, ink, paper and inkstone for more than 20 years, Ji Changqing only took two glances and knew that this suicide note took no more than three days to write.
It is almost certain that the suicide note was left by Doctor Xun on the day he broke his leg.
The words on the suicide note were very calm, and they were definitely not written during a pulmonary infarction attack. A person who was having a pulmonary infarction attack would not think about writing a suicide note, but would try his best to survive.
After a moment's silence, he asked, "Was his grandson at the clinic when he drove out of town?"
After hearing Baifu's answer, he smiled.
It must be absent.
He put down the suicide note and strode out.
When he arrived at Ci'an Hall, he saw Feng and his mother sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun. He smiled and asked, "Mom, what would you like for lunch? I'll cook."
Feng Qingsui glanced sideways slightly.
This person can actually cook? His cooking skills seem quite impressive.
She saw Qi's eyes light up: "Honey-glazed plum kidney beans, braised edamame, Luohan vegetarian..."
After Qi finished ordering, Ji Changqing looked at Feng Qingsui.
Feng Qingsui: "I can eat anything."
"good."
Ji Changqing nodded, took two steps towards the gate, and turned around.
"Sister-in-law, have you heard that Doctor Xun, whom you met at Princess Shouyang's residence the day before yesterday, was bitten to death by a dog?"
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