Zhou Xizhong's black face was smoked into ashes, and his face was sinking like water. Of course, he wouldn't really start the fire, but he couldn't leave just like that. Pitiful for the group of officials above the fourth rank, who pouted their buttocks and did nothing in their life. He had to endure the blade-like eyes of his boss.
Ning Yi is in charge of both the front hall and the South China Sea, and the procurator drinks tea when he is sentenced. , In order to avoid interference from the two divisions, he did not send an officer to notify in advance, and the Yamen of the two divisions is not in Fengzhou, so he just arrived after getting the news.
When the two divisions arrived, they were so happy to see Zhou Xizhong burning on the boat. They both commanded Lu Bo hypocritically: "You should also go to light the fire." According to the inspector Tao Shifeng, who has always had a bad relationship with Zhou Xizhong, he laughed loudly when he came up: "Oh! Lao Zhou, your fire is not burning properly, the wind direction is wrong, be careful to burn yourself!"
Zhou Xizhong responded coldly and ignored them, Ning Yi said flatly: "The three divisions of the South China Sea are working together, you two should also go to light the fire."
Lu Bo and Tao Shifeng's faces froze, and Ning Yi said again: "But you are late, there is no place for you to squat, so just wait in the front hall."
Lu Bo and Tao Shifeng laughed together and drank tea with Ning Yi in the front hall, while Zhou Xizhong squatted in front of the stove, his finger bones creaking.
A councilor approached his ear and whispered: "My lord, this matter..."
"The days are still long!" Zhou Xizhong gritted his teeth, "Besides, the king of Chu will go to southern Fujian sooner or later. Without the prince to lead the battle, I want to see what waves this Wei Zhi can make in my South China Sea."
"Crack!" A sudden drop of firewood that hit his feet startled him, and when he looked up, he saw Young Master Gu drifting towards him, and said, "It's muddled!"
Feng Zhiwei poked her head and looked, "Oh, it's burnt, it's burning again!"
"..."
After nearly an hour of tossing, this high-standard meal was served on the table, steamed crabs, steamed dried fish, stewed eggs, fried vegetables, fried mixed mussels, seaweed seaweed and shrimp skin soup.
Ning Yi sat upright in the first seat, stepped aside with dignity, "Please."
In order to prevent his eyes from being seen, he set up a small dish in front of him, and put all the dishes together. Others just thought it was a royal habit, so naturally they would not have any idea.
He started, and everyone raised their chopsticks. Zhou Xizhong was hungry after working for a long time, thinking that His Highness would not dare to poison himself on this boat, so he took a piece of dried fish.
Just took a bite, and suddenly felt something was wrong, seeing Feng Zhiwei on the other side without lifting his chopsticks, holding a cup of tea and drinking slowly, looking at him with a smile, that smile was very gentle, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to have malicious intentions.
Zhou Xizhong asked in astonishment, "Master Wei, won't you eat it?"
"Xiaguan has a stomach disorder, I can't eat this seafood." Feng Zhi smiled, "Please, please."
Zhou Xizhong let out a "hmm", took two bites, and suddenly "jumped".
Eating on such occasions is very careful and meticulous, and there is no sound at all, but this sound is very clear, everyone stops their chopsticks and looks at him.
Zhou Xizhong stood there quietly, his black face slowly turning purple, and then he covered his cheeks with rotten teeth.
At this moment, Feng Zhiwei whispered to Gu Nanyi in a "whisper" that everyone could hear, "Hey, did you wash the dried fish just now?"
Young Master Gu replied loudly: "It was fished out of the sea."
The implication is that it is also water, so why wash it
"..."
The poor chief envoy has a toothache and can’t eat, and the poor South China Sea officials can’t eat after being busy for a long time. The commanders and inspectors who are also hungry are smiling happily. happy...
After a hasty meal, the boat was barely repaired, the sailing docked, everyone disembarked, and there were still half of the people on the shore.
Yan Huaishi looked at the still dark crowd, showing worry, and said to Feng Zhiwei, "It seems that the ones who came today are not only instigated by Zhou Xizhong, but also by the Chang family, which is a bit troublesome. If anyone puts a cold arrow in the crowd, even the murderer will not be found."
"We have to get through this group of people." Feng Zhiwei said, "There are still a lot of people watching, if Zhou Xizhong is to forcefully disperse them at this time, all he needs to do is to make trouble, and the trouble will resume. It's even more out of control... You send someone to protect His Highness no matter what."
She looked back at Ning Yi with a bit of worry, thinking that he didn't know what to do with his eyes. According to what Ning Cheng said, he probably had to wait until he went to southern Fujian to find a way to solve them.
She didn't know what Ning Yi was thinking, this person always hid his emotions very well, but Ning Yi hurt his eyes, she was more or less responsible for the safety of this journey, no matter what, there should be no more mistakes.
When disembarking, the guards disembarked first and set up defenses on the pier, followed by the guidance of the third envoy of the South China Sea. Ning Cheng and Feng Zhiwei accompanied Ning Yi from left to right. The guards were on the outside, surrounded like heavy iron barrels.
Feng Zhiwei asked He Lianzheng and Gu Nanyi to walk in front of and behind the student team, and repeatedly asked them to protect this group of students—these are the second generation ancestors of the Imperial Capital, whoever their identities are, and they cannot be missed.
Listening to the voices around him, Ning Yi squeezed Feng Zhiwei's fingers quietly, and said with a low smile, "It's rare to see you worry about me so much."
Feng Zhiwei said solemnly: "Sharing His Highness's worries and labors, and this official's internal affairs."
Ning Yi smiled, and suddenly leaned into her ear, and said in a soft voice: "In fact, this king would rather hear you say - serving the pillow mat for the prince, and the concubine has her own business."
Feng Zhiwei was a little nervous when he walked, and he had to pay attention to the crowd and his own team. Hearing that this person was still in the mood to tease at this moment, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Really, concubine wishing the lord This wish can be fulfilled in the next life.”
In the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped, and she didn't know where an old woman couldn't stand in the crowd, staggered and rushed towards the line, a guard walking outside hurriedly reached out to push, and the old woman fell down as soon as she pushed. Gululu rolled out, but the basket on his shoulders rolled from under the feet of the guards into the direction of Ning Yi in the crowd.