The concubine Jiaojiao has high means, but the sick prince does not flirt

Chapter 167
After Shen Changyan went to court in the morning, he still had business to deal with in the morning, so he only had time to accompany Bai Zhi in the afternoon.

"You are busy with your work, don't worry about me." Bai Zhi waved at him, turned and went out.

Seeing her determined figure, Shen Changyan could only give up.

Bai Zhi saw the notice of identifying the dead body posted on the street, so she stepped forward to check.

It turned out that a male corpse was bitten by a dog last night. It was beyond recognition, its limbs were mutilated, and it was completely unrecognizable.

The Jingzhaoyi Mansion had no choice but to post a notice identifying the body.

Bai Zhi continued to search on the street and talked to beggars from time to time.

Beggars walking around the streets will have a lot of market information.

In order to find Yang Shi and Bai Weiwei faster, she once asked the leader of the Beggar Gang for help, and she also gave money to some beggars.

Therefore, beggars will come to her as soon as they have relevant information.

The best way to pretend that you haven't found Yang's trace is to continue asking beggars for help.

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Suddenly, Bai Zhi felt as if a dagger had been inserted into her chest, the pain was so painful that she almost took her breath away.

She put one hand on her chest and the other hand on the wall, and slowly squatted down. The pain continued and she could not stand.

How could this be?
Bai Zhi was attacked by inexplicable pain again. She was sure that her body was afraid of being possessed by evil spirits.

To test this idea, she took her own pulse.

Sure enough, there was nothing unusual about the pulse condition.

"Young Madam?"

Yingyi suddenly appeared in front of him.

Bai Zhi frowned unconsciously. She knew that it was Tai Tai who was following behind her again. She didn't want to be disturbed at this time, and she didn't even think clearly.

"Why are you here?" She said in a bad tone.

Yingyi cautiously replied: "Young madam, the brother who secretly monitored Taoist Master Yijiang came to report that he is out of the city today."

"Can you continue to monitor?" Bai Zhi asked back.

Yingyi nodded.

Bai Zhi waved at him: "Go and do your work, don't watch me anymore."

"Young Madam, the Crown Prince has asked Yijiang to report any developments on the other side in a timely manner. He is currently in court, so my subordinates..."

Before Yingyi could finish explaining, Bai Zhi raised her hand to signal him to stop talking.

Yingyi immediately shut up, but after he struggled for a while, he asked cautiously: "Young Madam, are you okay, do you want to..."

"You're not calling yourself out."

While speaking, Bai Zhi felt the pain in her heart disappear, she stood up and walked away.

Yingyi showed an embarrassing expression on his face, but he had to do what the son told him, so he quietly followed up again.

Before I knew it, Bai Zhi came to Hualiu Lane again.

Hualiu Lane is the quietest time in the morning. After a night of hustle and bustle, it is still immersed in sleep.

Bai Zhi didn't stop and continued to search elsewhere.

"Have you seen my daughter? She is 13 years old, with an oval face, fair and fair, wearing a red coat and green pants..."

A woman held Bai Zhi's arm, her eyes filled with pleading expectation, as if all hopes were pinned on her.

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, thinking of Xiao Qiao and the girl who had been missing in the past few years.

She shook her head: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen it."

The woman's face instantly darkened and despaired.

Bai Zhi couldn't bear to see that look. She hurriedly asked: "When will your daughter not see you again?"

The woman sighed and cried: "Yesterday afternoon, she went to the river to wash rice by herself, and never came back. Except for her shoe, she found nothing by the river. Her father and brother were fishing in the river with the neighbors. , I don’t believe my daughter will drown, she must have come out to play mischievously, lost her way, I want to find her back home.”

When she heard that she disappeared, Bai Zhi hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, maybe you just lost your way."

Seeing that someone finally had the same idea as her, the woman excitedly grabbed Bai Zhi's hand and asked repeatedly: "Sister, can you help me find it? My daughter must be lost. The city is so big, and she hasn't come out yet." Too far."

Bai Zhi replied very seriously: "Sister, I'll help you find it. But it's hard to find without portraits. After all, there are many people with the same features as you mentioned. Let's go to the next shop and borrow a pen and paper. Speaking of your daughter's appearance, I'll draw it, it's not like changing it again, so that there is a portrait, it will be easier to find."

After the woman heard this, she knelt down and thanked Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi hurriedly supported her, and the two of them went to the next shop to borrow pens, inks, papers and inkstones from the shopkeeper.

After the woman's description, Bai Zhi drew a sketch.

After the woman read it, she pointed out the inconsistencies, and Bai Zhi revised it several times.

When the final draft was finalized, the woman held the portrait in both hands and cried in a mess.

"It's so similar. This is my daughter. She's exactly the same. Even the smile on her lips is the same. My dear sister, you are the living Bodhisattva sent from heaven to help me find my daughter. Thank you."

The shopkeeper also gave a thumbs up and praised Angelica dahurica for painting well.

Bai Zhi was unambiguous, and then drew another dozen or so sheets, and gave them to the woman, who distributed them to the neighbors to help find her daughter.

Although painting was just her hobby in the previous life, especially sketching was not very good, but it came in handy at this time.

The woman was extremely grateful. After leaving her address, she continued to look for her daughter.

Bai Zhi also kept one for herself, and continued to look for people on the street, but at this time she had one more task, which was to look for the girl in the portrait at the same time.

However, she did not search blindly, but was thinking about how to quickly locate the girl's whereabouts in the first place.

Only lost one night.

Yijiang Daochang has left the city.

……

Bai Zhi gathered all the information in her mind and stopped in her tracks.

Suddenly, she turned back sharply.

Yingyi, who had no time to dodge, awkwardly stumbled out from the wall of the nearby shop.

"Young Madam, I..."

Bai Zhi raised her hand to signal him not to say anything.

Then she handed the portrait to Yingyi: "The girl in the portrait disappeared yesterday. I suspect that it has something to do with that old bull nose. You go outside the city immediately to meet the people who are following him, play by ear, and rescue the girl."

Yingyi hesitated for a moment, then took the order and left.

Bai Zhi continued to search on the street, and the headache hit her again. She immediately found a secluded place and meditated to check for any abnormalities in her body. However, before she could find any clues, the pain disappeared again.

As it approached noon, notices all over the streets looking for the unknown man's body were removed.

The body of an unnamed man was found. It was the jailer, and he was recognized by his family.

Bai Zhi followed the crowd to the jailer's house.

At this time, white lanterns had been hung up in the jailer's house, and a mourning hall had been set up in the house.

The jailer's wife fainted from crying, and the jailer's wife and children knelt beside the old man, crying with their heads in their arms.

Seeing this situation, Bai Zhi felt sad. She wanted to tell them the truth, but she was afraid that someone would find out the truth, so she could only leave cruelly.

The jailer was killed and the family was devastated. Bai Zhi wanted to know how Mei'er was feeling now. She didn't believe that a woman who was having fun would fall in love with a man at first sight.

She disguised herself as a man and came to the brothel. At this time, Yixiangyuan was already open for business, and a client came to hire the girl to have lunch with her.

(End of this chapter)