After Wei Ziye got the prescription and medicine, he hugged Ye Zhixin, who was still awake, and left.
He is not afraid of the old doctor prescribing fake medicine to deceive him. Anyway, the other party's medical clinic is here, and the monk can escape but not the temple.
If something goes wrong, you just have to come back for a run.
When Wei Ziye returned, he found someone to make medicine for Ye Zhixin, and he went to report what he saw and heard to his two masters.
"She is really an official lady!" Shi Qingxue was still a little surprised, but she didn't expect that she guessed it right.
Moreover, at the juncture when they came to Jiangzhou to investigate, an official woman with injuries all over her body suddenly appeared, which made people suspect that there was something fishy.
Shi Qingxue and Mo Junyang looked at each other, and the latter asked Wei Ziye, "Where is the general judge Ye Zhirong?"
"Let's go!" Wei Ziye replied subconsciously, his voice rather careless.
He was born in the Jianghu, and like most Jianghu people, he couldn't stand the darkness of the officialdom, and he didn't have a good impression of those who were officials at all.
Shi Qingxue patiently completed the question for Mo Junyang, "Jun Yang means that Ye Zhirong, a general magistrate of Jiangzhou and a sixth-grade official, where did he go without the imperial court's transfer order?"
Wei Ziye was stunned. He had never thought about this question at all, so he didn't ask it at all.
Shi Qingxue showed an expression of 'I knew it' and said: "But looking at Miss Ye's miserable state, I guess that Mr. Ye won't be much better."
If he couldn't even protect his only daughter, Ye Zhirong might even be dead.
Wei Ziye said: "I heard from the old doctor that Mr. Ye has done things that harmed the people of the city before, so he is hated by the people of the city. He will definitely not get better."
"Something that is harmful to the people of the city?" Shi Qingxue pondered the wording, raised her eyes to Mo Junyang, and silently asked for his opinion.
Mo Junyang just shook his head and said calmly: "Let's wait until Ye Zhixin wakes up!"
"That's right. It's useless for them to speculate so much now. They might as well ask the person involved!" Shi Qingxue nodded in agreement.
She suddenly remembered the strong iron box that Ye Zhixin held tightly in her arms before she fell into coma, and she felt that this matter was not that simple.
Mo Junyang knew her well and told Wei Ziye directly, "Put that iron box away from her. If she asks, tell her she didn't see it."
Shi Qingxue: "..."
Wei Ziye: "I obey."
Wei Ziye went directly to execute the order without any hesitation.
"Isn't it a little bad for us to do this?" Shi Qingxue asked hesitantly.
The two of them were so calm that she couldn't help but wonder if she was making too much of a fuss
Mo Junyang looked calm and asked calmly: "What's wrong?"
Wow, she really made too much fuss!
Shi Qingxue was very aware of Mo Junyang's "not sticking to trivial matters" in order to achieve his goals, so he curled his lips and did not answer the question.
If she really argued with Mo Junyang, she would be asking for trouble!
"By the way, we have sneaked into the city now, what are you going to do next?" Shi Qingxue asked curiously.
The old man Mo Junyang was there, "If you wait a little longer, there will be a turn for the better."
Shi Qingxue looked at Mo Junyang with suspicion, "Really?"
"Let's take a look!"
Shi Qingxue stopped asking.
Just take a look and take a look!
But they stayed in Jiangzhou City for two days and nothing happened.
That Ye Zhixin woke up twice, but she didn't say a few words. She tilted her head and fainted again.
All the information about Shi Qingxue was learned by dragging Mo Junyang to the teahouse.
The anecdotes of Yi Er are similar to those told by the owner and waiter of the sesame cake shop. The authenticity of those legendary stories is hard to say, but each one is more magical than the last.
At the end of the story, some people actually said that Da Mo had offended God, and God sent down punishment to punish Da Mo.
Of course, the person who said this did not dare to discuss it in a big way, but secretly chatted with friends, and Shi Qingxue accidentally listened to it.
If it was just like this, Shi Qingxue wouldn't care much.
But what that person meant by 'offending God' was actually the death of the sacred object [Colorful Phoenix] not long ago...
Shi Qingxue's expression suddenly changed!
Although the news of [Colorful Phoenix] made a big fuss before entering the palace, Caifeng's death was kept secret. Basically, except for members of the royal families of several countries, even the ministers of Kyoto were not aware of the twists and turns.
The ministers who knew about it also understood the seriousness of the problem, kept silent, and did not dare to talk nonsense.
Shi Qingxue knew that the version that was finally spread to the people was that the colorful phoenix was summoned by heaven and flew away again, and that it was only a temporary novelty for most people.
The colorful phoenix flew away, and it became a topic of conversation for everyone after dinner.
But judging by what these people mean...did the news of Caifeng's death actually reach the remote Jiangzhou City
Shi Qingxue looked nervously at Mo Junyang, who just shook his head at her soothingly and took her away from the teahouse without saying a word.
The two of them walked on the street, strolling leisurely at first, looking here and there.
But as Shi Qingxue walked, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
This feeling of something wrong came from the tall man beside her.
On the surface, Mo Junyang was still guarding her like a tall and big door god, expressionless but never leaving, no different from his usual posture.
But Qingxue was keenly aware of the difference: Mo Junyang was more silent today, and his expression was more tense.
She took advantage of the moment when she was choosing a headgear and handed a hairpin to Mo Junyang. On the surface, she seemed to be asking him to put it on for her, but when the two of them came closer, she asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
The corners of Mo Junyang's mouth curved slightly, and he leaned into Shi Qingxue's ear and whispered: "Someone is following us, I will take you away later."
The man's warm breath sprayed on Qingxue's ears, and her face turned red. Her cheeks were as bright and attractive as two big red apples.
In the eyes of others, they only saw her lowering her head shyly and moving her lower lips very lightly.
Anyone who saw the interaction between the two would only think it was an ambiguous flirtation between a young couple in love, and would not be suspicious at all.
What's more, Mo Junyang finally bought the small and exquisite hosta and put it on for Shi Qingxue himself.
The stall owner was a woman in her forties. When she saw the white money, she immediately smiled and praised enthusiastically: "This lady is so lucky. She has such a tall and handsome husband to accompany her when shopping. I don't know how many people envy her. !”
"Really?" Shi Qingxue's eyes immediately became bright, and a hint of cunning flashed through them.
Others may not have noticed it, but Mo Junyang was the first to notice her thoughts.
Then before Shi Qingxue got addicted to the drama, she spoke first: "Let's go!"
Seeing Mo Junyang's serious face, Shi Qingxue reluctantly swallowed back the words 'but I'm just his concubine'.
With a flattering smile, he obediently followed Mo Junyang into the crowd.
She was led by Mo Junyang obediently and walked among the bustling crowd.
At first they were strolling leisurely, looking left and right, but as they walked, the two of them suddenly quickened their pace. When a sedan was crossing the street, the two of them ducked out of sight and disappeared.
After a while, two more middle-aged men in coarse clothes and linen stood in front of the stall where the two were last standing.
They stood on tiptoe and looked around, trying to find familiar voices, but they were surrounded by people and their sight was completely blocked, so they couldn't find anything at all.
One of the men had a scar on his face that ran from under his right eyebrow to his chin. He was already a bit scary when he had no expression. When he frowned, his entire face looked terrifying and hideous.
He asked the stall owner angrily, "Where have they gone?"
The stall owner was even more confused than him, "Who is it?"
"Stop pretending to me and tell me!" The scarred man decided that the stall owner was not telling the truth, so he grabbed the stall owner's lapel and raised him in front of him.
The stall owner was so frightened by his fierce appearance that he shrank his neck and begged for mercy, "Sir! This is just a small business. The things on the stall are not worth a few dollars. If you like something, just take it." , but you must spare the little one’s life!”
The scarred man's brows furrowed even higher, and his voice rose again: "Who cares about these rubbish things like you? Tell me the truth!"
But the stall owner had already been so frightened by his ferocious look that he couldn't even listen to what he said, let alone think about it.
He just begged for mercy: "Master, I really have no money. If you don't believe me, you can search me."
"I told you I don't want those junk things of yours, you..."
The scarred man raised his fist impatiently and was about to hit someone.
The man next to him saw people pointing around and quickly grabbed the scarred man's wrist to signal him not to be impulsive.
Then he said to the stall owner kindly: "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we just want to ask you where the man and woman who were standing in front of your stall just now went?"
"Ah?" The stall owner was put down and quickly shrank his head back. Seeing that the other party really had no intention of hitting him, he felt relieved a little.
In line with the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, he answered truthfully: "The young couple just looked at the gadgets on my stall and left without saying anything about buying them."
"Where are you going?" The scarred man asked urgently.
The stall owner shrank again and stopped talking.
The other person had no choice but to push the scarred man to the side again, and asked patiently: "Where did those two people go? I hope you can tell me."
But the stall owner's expression became even more complicated. He carefully looked at the two of them several times, and then said in a low voice: "It's not that I don't want to talk, it's because there are so many people coming and going on the street. They wandered into the crowd and disappeared. If you ask the little one to point out where they went, the little one won't be able to tell!"
"waste!"
The man with the scar cursed loudly, looked at the man beside him, and asked, "I lost track of you, what should I do this time?"
The man frowned and searched the crowd for a long time, and finally gave up.
He sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's go back and report this matter to the adults before making any plans!"
As soon as the scarred man heard the word 'Sir', he immediately became scared. He waved his hand and said quickly: "If we don't find a place to live and return without success, Your Excellency will never let us go easy! If we want to get back to you, anyway, I won’t go back.”
The man also had an impatient look on his face, "Then what do you think we should do?"