Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Zhu Yan took the order to run an errand.

Su Rao and Yan Yun waited for the result in the post house, when the time came, Shadow Thorn brought their soup, and Cui Heng got out from nowhere.

Sweeping the curtain and entering, the whole body is cold.

After entering, he unceremoniously pulled the stool and sat beside the charcoal basin to enjoy the fire, rubbing his hands constantly, "I heard that the prefect of Hanyang has come, why is he here?"

Dr. Cui always does not welcome these 'uninvited guests', thinking that they will disturb their recuperation.

Su Rao smiled and didn't speak, she drank the medicine bowl in one gulp.

Yan Yun put the book aside, Meifeng frowned slightly and looked at him, but didn't answer, and said directly: "Why don't you change your clothes first when you come back from outside?"

"It's too cold, let me warm up first."

After Cui Heng finished speaking, he felt that gaze was still fixed on him, and when he looked up, he saw Shizi's expression was indifferent, looking at him quietly.

There are two words written all over his face.

dislike!

Cui Heng understood what he meant, rolled his throat softly, and forced a smile: "Ah Yun, you don't have to be so particular about going out... It's not in a hurry to change clothes..."

"Your body powder is too thick, and it gives me a headache."

Yan Yun replied lightly.

He has always disliked these messy smells.

"Have it?"

Hearing this, Cui Heng raised his sleeves and sniffed around him, then turned to Su Rao and asked, "A Rao, did you smell it?"

"A little bit."

Su Rao made a gesture with her fingers, and she closed her eyes with a smile.

The corners of Cui Heng's mouth twitched slightly, "What kind of nose did you two have?"

After all, he got up and walked out, "Okay, ancestor, I'm going to change clothes now, I didn't expect to be restrained when I left Shengjing City, why is my life so hard..."

"Hey!"

A long sigh was blown outside the cotton curtain, full of resentment and pity, Su Rao's eyes were bent like crescent moons, and she brought the decoction to Shizi, "Drink it quickly, lest my brother will talk about you again when he comes back."

Yan Yun reluctantly took it and looked at her silently.

Su Rao knowingly took out two salted plums from the food box next to her, "Here, I prepared them a long time ago. The ones I bought last time were too sweet, and the sweet ones were a bit bitter, so I asked them to change the shop this time." Buy it, try it!"

"Ah."

Yan Yun took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and immediately took the plum in her hand and put it in her mouth, the bitter and astringent taste eased a little.

"How about it?"

Su Rao looked at her expectantly, Yan Yun's thin lips curled slightly, "Well, it's not bad."

Su Rao rested her chin and said, "You said the same thing last time."

"is it?"

"Yes, son, I found that you are very good at perfunctory others..."

For example, the sentence he used to choke Cui Heng, "Well, I think so too", seems to have said everything, but also seems to have said nothing.

The longer we get along, the more I can discover the stubbornness that he tried to hide in his temper, which belongs to young people.

Yan Yun stared at her, and said solemnly: "I didn't perfunctory you."

He really thinks these little things taste good, whether it is light sour or strong sweet, it doesn't matter to him.

The important thing is... who gave it to me!
Su Rao understood the undisguised softness in his eyes, she closed her eyes and smiled, "Alright then, I forgive you."…

She went on to peel the oranges.

Yan Yun held the scroll and continued to read without disturbing each other. During this journey together, they had already found the most comfortable mode of getting along.

When Cui Heng changed his clothes and came back, what he saw was this scene.

The woman with black hair and low curly hair was lying on the table without any image, while yawning, she fiddled with the golden oranges, and then piled the peeled tangerines on the plate to form a small tower.

The Shizi sat leaning against the bed, flipping through the book with one hand, and occasionally raised his eyes to glance at her, and would stop and look at her quietly for a while when he thought it was interesting, with a smile in his eyes, which was extremely gentle.

How great would it be if the two old men in Shengjing could see this scene with their own eyes?
The light in Cui Heng's eyes was fleeting.

After administering the needles for the eldest son, he ordered Shadow Thorn to take care of him in the medicinal bath, Cui Heng impatiently went back to the room he had cleaned up for him, studied ink and laid paper, and the candlesticks were lit for most of the night.

The shadow thorns all felt novelty.

"This master has changed his sex. Instead of going to Jingpo Lake to listen to music and dance, what are you doing indoors?"

"If you're so curious, why don't you go and have a look?"

"That won't work, Mr. Cui has excellent hearing, and he will be found before I get close. It would be great if Master Zhu was here, he will definitely be able to pass..."

"By the way, where is Master Takeshi?"

One person looked around, and someone replied: "Didn't you go to work? Logically speaking, you should be back by now."

"yes……"

What about people?

It is said that after Zhuyan and Yinxuewei mentioned the identity card of the coachman from the government office, they took him to the tea cave building where Qi Xiang was.

Because he still needs to discuss some matters in Hanyang in the coming year with Cao De'an, he will stay here temporarily. When he went to Zhuyan, he was told by the spies guarding around that he would leave the city in the morning.

Following the notes left by the spy, Zhu Yan and others found an abandoned house in the suburbs.

I saw a horse tied to a stone pier outside, grazing leisurely.

The house is deserted, the corners of the walls are covered with moss and weeds, the gate has been in disrepair for a long time, decayed and dilapidated, the wind blows, and there is a musty smell on the face.

"That's it."

As soon as Zhuyan and Yinxuewei arrived, the spies hidden around appeared one after another and surrounded them.

"Master!"

They clasped their hands together.

Zhu Yan glanced inside, "Where are the others?"

"Kneeling by the small lake in the back garden, pouring wine and burning paper, as if paying homage to someone, the brothers are still watching."

"Lead the way ahead, let's meet Lord Qi."

Zhu Yan gave the order, and the crowd rushed to the back garden like a crowd. Indeed, as the dark guard said, a figure knelt by the lake with his back facing them. White smoke rose and was quickly blown away.

"Go and see if he is that person!"

Zhu Yan gave instructions to the coachman.

The coachman nodded and bowed in response, carefully moved to Qi Xiang, bent slightly, looked at him carefully for a while, and said in surprise: "That's right, it was him, he got into Huang San's carriage..."

Knowing that he might be the murderer of Huang San, the coachman was terrified, and immediately retreated after recognizing him, afraid to look any more.

And Qi Xiang, during the whole process, was as quiet as a mute.

Whether it was Zhuyan's arrival or the coachman's identification, they were silent and did not respond.

"Qi Xiang, what do you want to say?"

Yin Xuewei snorted coldly.

Qi Xiang's body trembled, but he still didn't look back, but kept adding paper to the fire with his hands, and the gray paper scraps were blown up into the air by the wind, and fell on his head.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like gray hair in old age, adding a bit of depression.

"Qi Xiang!"

Yin Xuewei made a gesture to step forward, but was stopped by Zhu Yan, "Wait a minute and see what he wants to do."

Qi Xiang remained silent until he burned all the paper money in his hand, bowed respectfully, and stood up.

Turn back slowly.

The voice was hoarse and self-deprecating, "I knew that this day would come sooner or later..."