C59

Some people treat him like a sick cat if they don't show their might.

As soon as Night Nine spoke, everyone felt an indescribable pressure enveloping them.

"Young master was at home playing hide and seek with his concubines when suddenly …" The leader suddenly stopped. Why did he unknowingly reveal the truth?

So it was a case caused by a thief. So it wasn't something that they invented first. Fishy nodded thoughtfully. It has a long history.

When the others saw her nod, they thought that she agreed that it would be inconvenient for Night Nine to interfere in this matter. Furthermore, if Night Nine wanted to interfere, there was nothing he couldn't do.

Well, since the princess was in charge of the princess, they didn't say anything else. Fifteen and six catties retreated to the back of Night Nine.

As the son and grandson of his son, he knew that there were too many injustice in this world. However, he suddenly wanted this person to be alive and stay by his side, reminding him that six pounds was not only a personal servant. He had given his all to cure this person because he might be able to cure his illness.

Holding onto the entire pavilion, he learned many things that were not known to him. For example, because of the death of his own master, those who followed him all suffered.

"Where is your master now?" Night Nine remembers that when they were there, they didn't see any patients. What, this drug was brought to life in a lawsuit?

Hope ignited in the old servant's eyes. He knew that they were good people and would not let them die.

"Lil 'Nine, you haven't been convicted yet. It's fine even if you delay for a while. Drink your hot porridge first before you leave." Little Fishy advised.

Night Nine's body is made of porcelain, and no one is allowed to touch it.

"Yes, Mistress." Everyone agreed with this suggestion. In fact, their master didn't like to be so flamboyant, saying that he wanted to experience the life of ordinary people and didn't want them to take up their seats in advance. The ninth prince also agreed with this suggestion, saying that he wanted to let the ninth prince have a seat on the ground so that they could feel the treatment of those commoners who had no seats in the morning.

At this moment, a table full of people stood up. Without caring about the suffering of the common folk, six pounds of people rushed forward and sat down. They raised their hands and said, "Waiter, hurry up and clear the table."

Nine Night Demon turned her head to look at Little Fishy, who gave him a bright smile, and pressed her hand to her stomach. Last night, she had been exercising, and had also taken a sip of wine, but now, her stomach was filled with hunger.

The waiter swiftly cleaned up the table, and fifteen glanced at Little Fishy who was pushing the wheelchair. Little Fishy understood, and turned the wheelchair to push Night Nine to the table.

"Young Master, Madam." the old servant shouted.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, "My master has already agreed. If you want him to be innocent, he will ask for help."

Did he really need his master to rush over with an empty stomach? Considering his master's status, agreeing to save him was already an additional favor.

"I …" The old servant was at a loss for words and wanted to explain himself, but when he met the ice-cold eyes of fifteen, he knew that no matter how much he said it, it would be of no use.

"Since the officials have worked hard, why don't we use some as well?" The main purpose of these six pounds was to serve Night Nine. As for the social affairs, he was not here, so naturally someone would take over.

Several bailiffs looked at each other. They had been busy the entire morning with this matter. How could they possibly have time to eat? A few of them followed the flow and entered the house. When they saw the official come in with a person tied to his waist, they took a bite and left. This official was a Blood fluke. He would not let them go unless he had enough to drink.

Although it was early in the morning, the official still ordered for a sumptuous meal.

A bowl of millet congee, two eggs, and a plate of small pickled vegetables. This was the standard for Night Nine's breakfast. If the nobles of the capital knew about this, their eyeballs would probably pop out of their sockets.

Little Fishy glanced at the yamen runners' table, her expression indifferent. All of them were like that, grabbing a customer and eating to their deaths.

In the past, the luxurious life in the palace had long been denied by Xiaoyu, but now she was like a housekeeper, a very stingy one at that. What was the use of eating so meticulously every day? It would be better to eat some of the five grains. Her grandfather had once said that eating the five grains would prevent one from getting sick, especially since the five grains here were pure natural green and harmless.

"Have you finished eating?" Little Fishy asked.

Night Nine did not say anything, just picked up the bowl of porridge from the side, scooped up a spoonful and gave it to Little Fishy.

Little Fishy didn't put on any airs as she caught it in a single gulp.

Although she was a girl, her eating habits were not as good as Night Nine's. She had eaten, and after Night Nine had passed the handkerchief over, Fishy wiped her mouth, "Okay, let's go."

It wasn't that she was against them, they had risen earlier and eaten earlier than she did.

This old servant had lived as long as a year. When he saw them finish eating so quickly, he realized that not all of the noble young masters would have to eat breakfast for four hours in a row.

"Young master." The old servant stepped forward.

Night Nine looked at the rope on the old servant's body and slightly frowned, feeling that it was a bit dazzling.

When Fishy saw this, her eyes glimmered with a faint light, "Honored officials, look at his old arms and legs, do you think he can still run?"

Night Nine's underling let out a timely laugh, the look in his eyes clearly showing that Fishy was making a very funny and funny joke out of him.

When the constables heard this, they felt embarrassed. This was their habit of tying up all sorts of criminals to travel the streets, acting as a deterrent. In reality, they could only catch a few commoners.

"You, stop eating, go, release that old servant from his restraints." The leader kicked a foodie beside him.

The man picked up a pig's foot and walked over to the old servant.

"You're busy. I'll take care of it." The one who spoke was the person who had invited the bailiffs in.

The pighooves yamen runner whined in satisfaction. It was unknown whether he was satisfied with the man's eyesight or with the pighooves, but he walked back.

Little Fishy took a look at the yamen runners who were happily eating and sighed to herself. The government was the best at raising these kinds of worms.

Xiaoyu walked to the old servant's side and said, "Old man, you should also sit down to drink a bowl of hot porridge."

The old servant's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the wolf-like bailiff and lowered his voice, "Miss, you don't understand that Prefect. Whether you commit a crime or not, you should go in by yourself, and if you come out slowly, you will become a pile of bones. Not to mention, the one who died is his only son?"

When Fishy heard this, her eyebrows creased. "Elder, you've followed Mister Yao for so long, so you should know some medical skills. How did the Prefect die?"

Little Fishy did not beat around the bush and directly asked.