"I'm guilty. The little prince came to look for me earlier. I said he escaped from a wealthy businessman's house and pretended to be a prince. I sent him back in anger. I'm ignorant of Mount Tai. I ask the princess to atone for my sin!"
The county magistrate had a wishful thinking in his mind. He couldn't hide this matter, but Ye Fuxun must not have known about the subsequent frame-up of the young prince.
Ye Fuxun raised his eyebrows, looking at the poor performance of the county magistrate, he felt a chill, his eyes were like ice quenched for a month, and his cold voice was like rain porcelain clashing.
"Oh? Really?"
The county magistrate knelt down tremblingly, not daring to raise his head, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
"Ruobai was assassinated recently, does the county magistrate know about it?" Ye Fuxun's voice was unhurried, but to the magistrate's ears it sounded like a knife hanging above his head.
"I really don't know," the county magistrate said through gritted teeth.
"Come in!" Ye Fuxun shouted sternly when he couldn't stand the county magistrate's nonsense.
Then he saw Xiluo carrying a wooden box with sandalwood carvings, and they filed in. Ye Fuxun's slender Rouyi opened the wooden box, and the four characters "Xian Magistrate's Personal Letter" came into view. It was the correspondence between the County Magistrate and the wealthy businessman.
, the county magistrate suddenly sat down on the ground and shouted,
"Princess, please spare my life! I know my mistake."
The county magistrate never expected that Ji Ruobai was still alive and asked Ye Fuxun to find his correspondence with the wealthy businessman. The magistrate felt regretful.
Ye Fuxun's expression remained unchanged, "It is the first crime for the county magistrate and the wealthy businessman to trade children, and the second crime is to maliciously murder the prince. I now order you to release all the children, and put you two in prison according to the law."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and with the shouts of the county magistrate, the guards on the side dragged him down. At the same time, on the other side, the wealthy businessman was also imprisoned.
After finally solving the matter, Ye Fuxun was heartbroken and felt sorry for Ji Ruobai. Ji Ruobai just told Ye Fuxun that he was fine and concealed all the twists and turns he had experienced.
The next day, Ye Fuxun was on his way to the medical clinic when he suddenly saw a bustling crowd on the street, surrounding the notice on the city wall. Intermittent voices came to his ears, "The prince is seriously ill. I don't know if the throne will be passed on to other people."
In whose hands?"
Ye Fuxun was stunned and quickly asked. The person next to him poked his head and replied, "Yes, Zhengguang is recruiting virtuous doctors from all over the world!"
The man's voice flowed into Ye Fuxun's ears along with the sound of the wind, cutting off the noisy crowd around him. Ye Fuxun could only hear the words "seriously ill", echoing like a lingering demonic voice that lingered for a long time.
Xiluo noticed that Ye Fuxun was lost in thought and quickly called out softly. Ye Fuxun's consciousness returned and he turned and walked towards the mansion. As he walked, he ordered, "Now go to the academy to pick up Ruobai. You go back to the mansion to prepare. Today
Rush back to the capital."
In Qinglu Academy, Ji Ruobai was raising his head, listening to his master's lectures. The soft and soft light shone on his face. Ji Ruobai's serious look looked very much like Ji Yannuo, who was handling official documents.
Ye Fuxun was fascinated by what he saw, and he was even more worried about Ji Yannuo in his heart. Master Qingru saw Ye Fulun and stepped forward to ask. Ye Fuxun roughly explained what happened, and the two of them said goodbye to Master Qingru, and spent the night
Rush back to the capital.
There was a cool breeze at night, the moon was shining brightly, and the carriage was driving along the deserted road.
Ji Ruobai had already fallen asleep in the slightly shaking carriage.
Nianyun looked at Ye Fuxun, who still looked anxious, and said comfortingly, "Princess, don't worry too much. If the prince benefits the people, he will be protected by heaven."
The weak moonlight shone on Ye Fulun's face, reflecting the watery waves in Ye Fulun's eyes, which actually looked like fragile glass.
"I was originally angry with him, but once I learned that he was sick, I didn't care anymore."
The two were chatting intermittently when they suddenly heard the neighing of a horse. Ye Fuxun opened the curtain and saw the crowd surrounding them. "It's a horse thief." Xi Luo, who was driving the car, explained in a low voice.
Without saying a word, the group of horse thieves rushed towards them with swords. Xiluo and Nianyun both knew some skills and immediately started fighting with the horse thieves who rushed forward. Meng Rubai woke up with the sound of swords and swords.
Ye Fuxun immediately protected him, and saw a sharp blade piercing the curtain. Ye Fuxun was unable to dodge, and saw several people about to stab him.
Si Luo noticed on the side and said "Be careful!" and stood in front of Ye Fuxun. Si Luo had no time to dodge the sharp blade. There was a bang and the sharp blade stabbed Si Luo in the abdomen. Si Luo covered the wound with one hand and said
Fighting with horse thieves with one hand.
Ye Fuxun hurriedly took out the acupuncture needle from his sleeve and shot it at the horse thief, then turned to Nianyun and shouted,
"Drive! Leave quickly!"
Nianyun gave the order, got rid of the horse thief next to him, took out his riding whip, drove away quickly, and finally got rid of the horse thief.
Xi Luo fainted due to excessive blood loss. Ye Fuxun quickly bandaged Xi Luo to stop the bleeding. Looking at the hideous wound, he felt heartbroken. Ji Ruobai on the side also handed something to Ye Fuxun in a sensible way.
There was no medicine to stop bleeding on the carriage. Ye Fuxun wanted to find a local medical clinic, but he didn't know that the place was so remote that it was difficult to find it even in every home.
The group of people drove for a while and finally saw the light in the distance. Ye Fuxun helped Xi Luo and decided to stay at this family's house for one night.
The person who opened the door was an old woman. She saw the costumes of several people and the injured Xi Luo. She knew that the identities of these people were unusual, and with a bit of caution on her face, Ji Ruobai Mao said in a sweet voice:
"Grandma, can you let us stay for one night? Mom, we encountered a horse thief on the road. My sister was injured and we can't find a place to stay."
Seeing the young Ji Ruobai, the old woman lowered her guard and said:
"Come in quickly, there are many horse thieves in this section, and people are often robbed." He said and welcomed several people into the house.
"The house is simple, I am alone, and the children are outside,"
The old man talked nonchalantly, maybe he had been alone for too long, and he was very affectionate towards a few people. After listening to Ye Fuxun's request, the old man took a staggering step and looked for hemostatic medicine in the house.
Ye Fuxun was grateful and chatted patiently with the old man. In this simple hut, the few of them finally felt the long-lost warmth.
The next day, Xi Luo woke up and several people set off early. Ye Fuxun took out some silver coins and quietly left them at the old man's house.
On the third day, this was all she could do for the old man. Several people said goodbye to the old man. Ji Ruobai waved his little hand and said goodbye to the old woman.
The group of people went back to Beijing. Because Xi Luo was injured and couldn't set up the carriage, and couldn't hire a driver, Ye Fuxun simply swapped driving with Nianyun, which made Xi Luo feel guilty.
There was an endless stream of pedestrians and vendors on the street, and the sound of hawking echoed on the street from time to time. After running around for days and nights, Xi Luo's wounds also improved, and the few of them finally returned to the familiar capital.
East Palace.
"What should we do? The prince is in this state, and I don't know if he can survive until the princess comes back."
Feiyun frowned, his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat, and the worry on his face was obvious.