The magistrate himself didn't know anything, so he could only have someone call Zhang Zukui over.
Zhang Zhukuai is a native of Lingtai County and has served for many years. He knows much more about Lingtai County than the county magistrate.
Knowing that Shang Kui and Fang Wujiu were going to ask about the Hu people in the Western Regions, Zhang Zhukuai immediately said.
"The on-site son-in-law of the Yu family is from the Western Regions, but that was more than 20 years ago, and the on-site son-in-law has also disappeared. I don't know whether he is alive or dead."
Fang Wujiu keenly captured the key information and asked.
"Is there a son-in-law in the Yu family?"
Zhang Jukuai didn't dare to hide it, and immediately told everything about the Yu family.
After listening to his narration, Fang Wujiu had already pieced together the ins and outs of the whole thing in his mind.
If he guessed correctly, Yu Jiu should have switched camps by now. Next, Yu Jiu and Xiao Xixi should go to Tianmen Sect Master together. Yu Jiu wants revenge, and Xiao Xixi wants to avoid future troubles forever.
These two people are determined to do things!
But how could the sect master of Tianmen be a small person that the two of them could solve
The fact that Tianmen was able to hide in the Dasheng Dynasty for so many years, and it has also developed into such a behemoth today, is enough to show how powerful the methods of Tianmen's sect master are.
If Xiao Xixi and Yu Jiu confronted him head-on, the latter would obviously have a better chance of winning.
Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Xiao Xixi and Yu Jiu were lucky enough to succeed, there are still so many people in Tianmen. Can the two of them kill other people's sect masters, can they still escape
They were afraid that they were going to pounce on them and devour them both alive!
Fang Wujiu immediately wrote a letter and gave it to Shang Kui.
"You send someone to send this letter back to Shengjing and hand it over to the emperor. You must be quick!"
Shang Kui: "Okay."
Fang Wujiu: "Another team will be sent to find out all the established Westerners and find out their details."
Shang Kui immediately sent people to do these two things.
The secret letter was quickly sent back to Shengjing by Yu Linwei.
Inside the palace.
Luo Qinghan has been insomnia for nearly ten days.
As long as he closed his eyes, he would see a picture of Xixi hiding in an unknown corner, bit by bit losing his breath of life.
He didn't dare to close his eyes to rest, he didn't dare to look at the picture.
He could only struggle until dawn with his eyes open.
After so long, he finally broke down his body.
When the emperor fell ill, the imperial physicians were in a hurry, racking their brains to help him recuperate.
However, no matter how much medicine he took, the emperor's physical condition never improved.
The Imperial Physician said to Eunuch Chang in private.
"Your Majesty has a heart disease, and a heart disease requires a heart medicine."
Eunuch Chang knew that the emperor's heart disease was the noble concubine.
Now that the whereabouts of the imperial concubine are unknown, and her life and death are unknown, the emperor is so worried that he will not think about tea and rice.
After Eunuch Chang sent away the imperial doctor's order, he returned to the dormitory.
He watched the little palace maid standing bewildered and kneeling on the ground holding the soup, while the emperor was sitting on the desk, holding the memorial just sent by the cabinet in her hand, without giving the little palace maid next to him.
Seeing Eunuch Chang coming in, the little palace maid hurriedly looked at him with a cry for help.
As soon as Eunuch Chang saw this picture, he knew that the emperor did not want to take medicine again. The little palace maid did not dare to persuade him, and did not dare to leave like this, so he could only kneel beside him and wait.
Eunuch Chang cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to drink medicine."
Although the imperial doctor's order said that the root of the emperor's illness originated from his heart, he still had to take the medicine he should take, otherwise his body would only collapse faster.
Luo Qinghan replied without raising his head.
"Put it there."
Eunuch Chang wanted to say that this medicine should be drunk while it was still hot, but he was familiar with the emperor's temperament. It was enough to say some words once. If he said too much, the emperor would be annoyed. Especially recently, the emperor was in a bad mood and his temper was even more elusive. indefinite.
In the end, Eunuch Chang could only let the little palace maid put down the decoction.
The little palace maid, as if receiving amnesty, put the medicine on the small table next to it, and then quickly withdrew.
She was really afraid of the emperor.
Especially during the time when the imperial concubine was away, the emperor's character became more and more indifferent and severe. On weekdays, unless necessary, he hardly spoke much. As long as the people around him made a little mistake, they would be dealt with mercilessly by the emperor.
All the people who served by the emperor's side were all trembling, lest there be something that would make the emperor dissatisfied.
Obviously the previous emperor was not like this.
In the past, although he was impersonal, like those innocuous little problems, he generally wouldn't pursue them too much.
It will never be as cloudy as it is now.
Everyone knew in their hearts that all this was because of the imperial concubine's departure.
Eunuch Chang watched helplessly as the soup became colder, but the emperor never meant to drink the medicine.
It was getting dark outside.
Eunuch Chang couldn't help but reminded in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, let the servant help you warm up the medicine."
Luo Qinghan replied casually: "Well."
Eunuch Chang immediately had the bowl of medicine taken down.
After a while, a bowl of steaming soup was brought up again.
However, Luo Qinghan still took a look at the soup that night.
He is immersed in his work, and he has to rely on his busy work to distract himself, lest he lose his mind because he is worried about his safety.
Eunuch Chang dared to persuade.
"Your Majesty, your illness is not yet healed. The imperial doctor told you to rest more so that your illness can get better faster."
Luo Qinghan said without raising his head: "My body is clear in my heart, and I'm fine."
Eunuch Chang: "Your Majesty, if the noble concubine is here, she will definitely not want to see you tossing your body like this."
Luo Qinghan's action of reviewing the memorials stopped.
The ink from the tip of the nose fell a little black on the memorial.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a slightly pale and handsome face.
Because of the continuous insomnia, he looked a lot haggard.
Eunuch Chang knew that the imperial concubine was the death point of the emperor, and others could not touch it, but in this situation, the emperor could only be touched by mentioning the imperial concubine, otherwise, no matter what others said, the emperor would only be indifferent.
Under the silent gaze of the emperor, Eunuch Chang felt extremely stressed, and he continued to speak with difficulty.
"The slave knows that you are very worried about the safety of the imperial concubine. Because of this, you should take good care of your body. If you fall ill, how can you find the imperial concubine?"
Luo Qinghan's thin lips moved slightly: "Can she come back?"
Eunuch Chang hurriedly said: "Of course she will come back. The imperial concubine takes you so seriously, she even risked her own life in order to save you..."
Having said that, he stopped abruptly.
He was about to say the wrong thing!