Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 54
The murder of Wang Luqiu has gradually faded out of the public eye. Shanghai has never lacked singers and dancers like Wang Luqiu. The poster on the wall of Paramount was quickly replaced by a new female star, Feng Qixia. Qixia's relationship with a certain senior KMT military officer.At night, Paramount is still feasting and dancing, and those men who were once infatuated with Wang Luqiu soon fell under the pomegranate skirts of other women.The singing and dancing hall, the place of joy, is inherently ruthless.

Ye Zijin felt uneasy these two days. She hadn't sent the folding fan to the antique shop according to Wang Luqiu's instructions. She kept the fan as if she had hidden a bag of dynamite by her side. Although the fan was fine, she always I feel that there must be some secret hidden in it.

Ye Zijin was worried that the matter was so important that he couldn't delay, so he decided to go to the antique shop on Huagebei Road after the shop closed today.

She cooked the paste for tomorrow, packed her things and prepared to leave before drying her hands, fearing that the antique shop would be closed if she was too late.When she took out the fan to make sure again, the water in her hand accidentally got on the fan, and she suddenly found that the place where the water was stained on the fan changed!Ye Zijin's heart trembled, and she was so nervous that she hurriedly threw the fan back into her handbag.

At this time, Master Shen and Xiaoyue Xiaowu were about to go home, Xiaoyue asked casually: "Zijin, why don't you leave? Is there anything else?"

Ye Zijin's heart was pounding, but he still smiled and said, "I'll clean the shop and leave, and I will lock the door."

"Okay, then let's go first, be careful on the way." Xiaoyue walked out of the shop with Master Shen on her arm.

Ye Zijin carefully closed the store door, and after hearing that there was no movement outside, she went into the back room with her handbag in her arms.She hastily took out the folding fan and looked under the lamp. The water stain just now was half dry, and the words on it were a little blurry, and the words "Zhang Jizhao" could be vaguely discerned.After the water dries, the handwriting disappears again.

Ye Zijin was horrified, isn't that Mr. Zhang's name!And Mr. Zhang was arrested as a communist before the new year, and Xiao Xia said that he was executed secretly. How could his name be on this fan?
Ye Zijin just accidentally wet this small part of the fan, she guessed that the fan might be written all over, and it only appeared after being exposed to water.Ye Zijin's heart couldn't help tightening. Wang Luqiu took so much pains to hide the information in this ordinary folding fan, so her identity is...

Ye Zijin didn't dare to think any further, and didn't dare to continue to spy on the information hidden on the fan.She only felt that this was a matter of life. If she stayed with her for one more day, some people would be more dangerous. She had to deliver this fan to the owner of the antique shop as soon as possible.Although she doesn't know what the Communist Party does, Ye Zijin knows Mr. Zhang's character. She feels that good people should not die in vain like this. For Wang Luqiu's deathbed entrustment, she must complete this matter.

Just when she was about to close the fan, a figure flashed in, and Ye Zijin was covered in cold sweat, her heart jumped into her throat.She took a closer look and found that it was Zizheng who came.

"Sister, I'm here to pick you up." Zizheng said with a smile. He saw the folding fan in Ye Zijin's hand and asked, "A new fan?"

Ye Zijin hastily put away the fan and put it in her handbag, squeezed out a smile and said: "No, a friend entrusted me to give the fan to someone else, I guess I have to go home late today, you go back first, I was entrusted by others Deliver things."

Zizheng waved his hand and said: "Sister, why are you being polite to me? I'm here to pick you up, and I don't care about running with you for a while. It's getting dark and it's not safe for you to go out as a girl. You just say go Where, I'll go out and call a car."

Ye Zijin knew that the matter was of great importance, and the Communist Party was involved. She didn't want Zizheng to be involved, but Zizheng turned around and went out to call a rickshaw before she agreed.

Ye Zijin had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the shop, got in the car with Zizheng and reported an address.Zizheng was stunned for a second, then asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Ye Zijin was worried that Zizheng would see the clues, so he smiled and said, "I don't know him either, my friend only mentioned this address, and it's also the first time I'm looking for that person."

"Which friend entrusted you?" Zizheng continued to ask, as if he had noticed something.

Ye Zijin was beating in a panic, of course she couldn't say Wang Luqiu's name, she pondered for a while and said, "It's all about my daughter's family, what are you doing asking so many questions, a boy?"

"Oh?" Zizheng frowned, "I've never heard of someone giving a fan as a token of love, how unlucky, the person who wrote the fan in the poem is either a disused concubine or a resentful woman."

Ye Zijin concealed her uneasiness, pretending to be impatient and said, "You don't care what people like to give you."

Zizheng shrugged and had no choice but to stop asking.

The two siblings took a rickshaw to the antique shop on Huagebei Road, just in time to meet the shop assistant who was moving out the long door panels, which seemed to be closed.

Ye Zijin hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Is your boss there? I have something to pass on to him."

The store clerk glanced at Ye Zijin, said indifferently, "It's closed today, come back tomorrow."

Ye Zijin knew the importance of this fan, but she couldn't explain it clearly, and she was worried about handing over the fan to others, so she continued: "I'll just see your boss, and I'll leave after handing over the things, please tell me One sound."

Seeing Ye Zijin's anxious expression, the store clerk stopped what he was doing, and said coldly: "This tea is cold, it's not convenient to entertain guests today, you guys go."

Ye Zijin was confused, and frowned, "I'm not here for tea, I'm just here to deliver something."

The store clerk suddenly became resolute, waved his hands and said, "Go quickly, come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

Seeing the shop assistant's impatient look, Ye Zijin didn't know which sentence he said wrong just now, why this person's attitude changed immediately.

At this moment, Zizheng walked up to the clerk, held down his hand that was still on the plank, and said with a relaxed smile: "When the tea is cold, make another pot of Yuqian Longjing, and the person hasn't left yet. Please be accommodating." , we will leave as soon as we see the boss and hand over the things, and we won't disturb you for a long time."

The store clerk was stunned for a moment, looked at Zizheng cautiously, and shook his hands and said, "Okay, okay, you guys come in."

Ye Zijin was a little puzzled, why did the clerk let go of his mouth as soon as Zizheng came out? Could it be that men talk better?

Ye Zijin followed Zizheng into the shop. This antique shop was not big, divided into upper and lower floors. The first floor displayed all kinds of utensils, porcelain and pottery in different styles.Although it is an antique shop, the strangeness of this shop still cannot escape Ye Zijin's eyes.She found that only a few utensils placed on the cabinet looked like genuine ones, and most of the rest were fakes, but the imitation techniques were not low, and it would be difficult to tell if it was not an expert. Ye Zijin's ability to distinguish antiques I learned it from Ama since I was a child.

The store clerk took the two of them up to the second floor, where a middle-aged bald man in an old gown was holding a blue-and-white Baizi pot for careful inspection.

Ye Zijin glanced at the porcelain pot and said, "Sir, don't look at it, it's a fake."

The man took off his eyes, looked at Ye Zijin, saw that she was a young woman with delicate features, and asked curiously: "How do you know it's fake? The person who sold it to me can be said to be from the Kangxi period."

Ye Zijin only smiled. Of course she knew the purpose of this store, and jokingly said, "Boss, you must open an antique store because you have a lot of spare money, otherwise you wouldn't be so focused on making a loss."

The bald man laughed twice, saw Zizheng behind Ye Zijin, and asked, "Who is he to you?"

Ye Zijin subconsciously stood in front of Zizheng, and said, "He's my younger brother."

The bald man touched the shiny top of his head, glanced at Zizheng, clasped his hands behind his neck, and asked Ye Zijin leisurely, "Then why is this a fake?"

Ye Zijin said unhurriedly: "I saw the inscription by accident just now. If it is porcelain from the Kangxi period, the "Kang" character in Kangxi's blue and white style is mostly written in semi-water or regular water, and rarely written in Thai water. And the old porcelain is as deep and thick as it is. The warm glaze is naturally formed over time, and the age of the piece in your hand should not be too long."

The bald man slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't expect you, a little girl, to be an expert in appraising treasures. Your eyes are so poisonous. This time I admit it. Tell me, what can you do for me?"

Only then did Ye Zijin take out the sandalwood fan from her handbag and put it on the table in front of the bald man, saying, "A friend entrusted me to hand this over to you."

The man glanced at the shop clerk next to him, who immediately understood, checked the fan carefully and carefully put it away.

The bald man asked, "Did your friend tell me anything else?"

Ye Zijin shook her head, she didn't intend to tell Wang Luqiu, because Zizheng was still here, she didn't want Zizheng to know about it.

"The things have been brought here. Let's take our leave first. I wish you a prosperous business, sir." Ye Zijin knew that this place should not stay for a long time. Now that she had fulfilled Wang Luqiu's request, she anxiously wanted to take Zizheng out of here.

The bald man smiled and said, "I accept your good words, Er Zhu, see off the guests."

The store clerk responded, and brought Ye Zijin and Zizheng downstairs.

Ye Zijin glanced back at this antique shop, the small shop was shrouded in the night, revealing a trace of vicissitudes and gloom, like floating clouds in the dark night, seemingly calm, but in reality it was ever-changing and mysterious.

In the early morning of the next day, a few pigeons fluttered their wings and flew into the sky from the corner of the eaves. Wisps of sunlight lay softly on the tiles, and flowers and plants flourished on the balcony of the old building.From time to time, there were a few long-drawn voices in the alley. This slender and melodious singing voice was long and soft, as if it was a silk thread thrown into the air, which made people's hearts sway.

It was a few fanciers hanging their voices, and they would hum a few paragraphs every morning.Today I am practicing Kunqu Opera "Running at Night". A few days ago, Niu Changbao, a master of Kunqu Opera, performed at Huaxing Theater.Although Yang Xiaolou, a famous Peking opera singer, improved the repertoire into a Beijing accent, people still seem to prefer to listen to this version of Kunqu opera.

"Looking at my hometown, going to Luyao, looking at my hometown, going to Luyao, thinking of my mother and wife, who will I rely on? I don't know good or bad here, but she, her life and death should be unpredictable. Ah! I was so scared that I was sweating like soup, and I was frying. My heart is on fire. Where is the young wife's family now..."

Ye Zijin went downstairs, listening to the tragic libretto, feeling inexplicably depressed.She doesn't like to read books about fighting and killing. In her opinion, the stories of heroes in the forest always exaggerate the heroes and ignore the preciousness of human life. Very bloody.But she was only impressed by the character Lin Chong in "Water Margin", and admired it quite a lot. Hearing this libretto, she couldn't help lamenting his unfortunate experience.

Ye Zijin was in a hurry to go out today, and she didn't have time to eat, so she went to Mrs. Wu who sold breakfast at the alley and bought a few steamed buns.

It happened that a newspaper boy passed by her, and she took out two small pockets to buy a newspaper. Ye Zijin knew that being a newspaper boy was not easy, so as long as she met a newspaper seller, she would definitely buy a copy.

When Ye Zijin was reading the newspaper and eating the steamed buns, she suddenly stood still, and felt like a thunderbolt flashed in her mind, and the steamed buns in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The huge headline in the newspaper reads "The eldest son of Zhao's weaving industry died, and the second son was arrested for murder."

Second son?It's him!Zhao Jinnian was arrested?Ye Zijin was shocked, and hurriedly stopped a rickshaw and went straight to Zhao's house.

(End of this chapter)