The hot water emits a smoky mist.

The house is covered with shade and it rains outside again, which is even colder than the faces of the two little girls who are waiting to bathe.

Shi Yong lay lazily in the wooden barrel. After experiencing the ice and fire, his stomach was warm and his body was warm, and he felt very comfortable.

"Miss, do you need to add more water?" Jingyi asked.

Shi Yong thought about it, "Add."

"Sister Jingyi." Wu Yi is younger than Jingyi and is simple. She snorted unhappily, "I have added four hot water, and I will wrinkle it after soaking it in the skin. Why should we serve her like this?"

Jingyi glanced at her, "Listen to the girl."

“…”

Wuyi didn't say anything anymore. Shi Yong listened, slowly closing his eyes, too lazy to move.

It’s so hard that Ah Shi’s days have become so hard. With a beauty on her side, hot water can also detoxify her. Why don’t she do it?

Entering the Jinyiwei is like entering the gate of life and death.

It doesn’t need to think too much when it falls into the hands of the Grand Governor of the Jinyiwei.

Dongdong!

Hearing the knock on the door, Wuyi went out.

Soon, another beautiful girl followed her in, and there were several medicine bottles and gauze in the rosewood tray on her hand.

"I heard that she was awake and wanted to send her over to ask questions. Sisters, hurry up."

Jingyi asked: "The medicine you asked you to get?"

"Well. My master said that her hand is injured, so you should be careful. This medicine was left by Mr. Sun yesterday."

"Yeah?"

Jingyi was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Huanyi, bring the clothes on the hanger. I see that the girl is similar to my skeleton, so she should be able to wear it."

The person who came quickly took the clothes and complained in a rough voice, "Sister Jingyi, this is the new clothes you just made this year. I haven't been willing to wear them yet, but I gave them to them?"

Jingyi took it, smiled at her, and asked Shi Yong gently.

"Girl, are you going to do it yourself or me-"

Shi Yong stood up unceremoniously and raised his injured hands high, clearly showing the intention of letting them serve.

Wuyi:...

Fun clothes:...

I don’t know what his identity is? Is it a sign?

...

The largest courtyard in the Wuling Pavilion is Zhao Yin’s residence.

In the rainy weather, the study room also held the lights during the day, which was very quiet. Several guards wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring swords at the door stood neatly.

Xie Fang hurriedly put the curtain in. Zhao Yin sat alone beside the desk, holding up a pen and writing something. The piles of official documents in front of him were arranged in an orderly manner, almost half a table was piled up.

Xie put down his sleeves and knelt on one knee.

"Master, I came to send a message from the palace. Wuliang Khan came to the envoy to ask for meeting His Majesty again today and asked to marry Princess Huaining. His Majesty had no idea and urgently asked His Majesty to enter the palace to discuss-"

A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen to the white paper, dyeing a ball.

"I understand." Zhao Yin straightened his body and finished writing the line, closed the official document, placed the pen on the pen holder, and sat down slowly, but there was no sign of moving.

The study room is cold.

Xie Fang's spine became cold,

"Go back to Your Majesty, just say I'll go there later." Zhao Yin stroked his sleeves, picked up another official document, and said slowly: "Tell Uncle Ding Yi, that Wuliang Khan has sent 128 people, and his whereabouts must be reported every day, and there must be no omissions."

"Yes, Master."

Xie Fang has been following Zhao Yin for a while and knows his temperament. Even if His Majesty summoned him, he is not in a hurry, and Xie Fang cannot be in a hurry for him.

"There's another thing." Zhao Yin looked up, and his eyes that suddenly became heavy made Xie Fang's body tense.

"What's going on with Xiao Bing." Zhao Yin's eyes fell on a document that had just been sent, and his fingers gently stroked, and his brows were clearly twisted even tighter. "Give C a two-word word. Good."

Xie Fang thought for a while, "Just two words?"

Zhao Yin looked at his hands and answered casually, "You can't even have a word."

"Yes." Xie Fang remained silent for a moment, and then heard the crisp voice of Jingyi outside the door.

"Master, Ah Shi brings it here."

"Let her come in." Zhao Yin closed the official document, picked up the cold teacup, and drank it slowly, without looking up at Shi Yong.

Shi Yong looked at the layout of the study and slowly sat down on the chair opposite Zhao Yin.

"Sir, what are you asking me for?"

Zhao Yin's hand froze and frowned at her.

Xie Fang stared at this ungrateful woman like a ghost.

How dare she sit if she doesn’t give her seat?

Moreover, sitting so naturally, and being as usual?

Shi Yong looked at Xie Fang, then Zhao Yin, then looked at his clothes, and said oh, explaining: "I'm wearing Sister Jingyi's clothes, which is a little looser. Isn't it a bit weird?"

It’s not that the clothes are weird, it’s that the people are weird.

Xie Fang is about to kneel down for this aunt.

Have she gone crazy these days? She can always make some mistakes and challenge her dignity-

He beat the drum for Ashi in his heart, but Zhao Yin gently put down the teacup, but he was not angry.

"Are you better?"

Shi Yong sneezes bluntly.

"Fortunately, the adult Qingxinlu helped his life, so he was much better."

Zhao Yin lowered his eyelids, and received her compliment with peace of mind, and said casually: "One thousand taels of silver."

"What?" Shi Yong sneezed again and looked at him inexplicably.

"Clearing heart, one thousand taels."

Robbery?

Ah Shi worked in the yamen, and his annual salary was less than three taels of silver a year. He only had a bottle of broken wine, but he spoke a thousand taels. No wonder everyone said that Zhao Yin was cruel and ruthless. This was clearly a way to eat people and not spit out bones.

"The Grand Governor is short of money?" Shi Yong asked.

"No shortage." Zhao Yin said calmly: "I don't want people to take advantage of it."

"Then I will give you acupuncture, massage, bone correction? Do I have money to you?"

Zhao Yin looked at her and said, "Forget it. Calculate it clearly. There are a lot of things for you."

Forget it? Where is the money? Where has Ashi put it?

Shi Yong couldn't remember it at all, so in order to avoid being misleading, he had to say "honestly".

"Sir, I'm not well-off lately and can't afford to pay."

"It's okay." Zhao Yin said calmly without looking at her, "I owe it."

So easy to talk about?

Shi Yong was about to thank him, but an IOU was placed in front of him.

The words in black and white are very clear. If the debt cannot be paid, she will be willing to pay off the debt with her and serve Zhao Yin to give him acupuncture treatment.

"Sir, what is it written on it?" Ah Shi was "illiterate", and Shi Yong pretended to be so painful in his head.

Zhao Yin held the teacup and blew the water gently, "Can I still sell it? Let's just pretend."

“…”

If you draw a picture, you can draw a picture, and you won’t recognize it even if you draw it.

Shi Yong almost figured it out. From the time she was imprisoned to being taken away by the Jinyiwei for so long, Song Changgui never appeared. There was a vicious stepmother and a strange stepsibling at home. There was actually nothing to be left to nostalgic about this identity. Instead of being entangled with the Jinyiwei, it would be better to find a way to leave the capital, a place of right and wrong.

As soon as she left, who did Zhao Yin ask for this debt?

Shi Yong narrowed his eyes and held the note, looked upside down for a long time. Seeing that Zhao Yin was expressionless, he was not guilty at all. He cursed the old fox in his heart and ignorantly wrote a snippet on the paper.

"I believe the adults won't lie to me."

Zhao Yin turned his face away and looked at Xie Fang, who was stunned, "Give her a cup of hot tea."

Xie Fang was stupid again.

Is this the Grand Governor? A little woman sits in front of him casually, not taking his dignity as a serious matter. It would be nice if he didn't throw anyone out, and he would also like a cup of hot tea?
To be continued...