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Jin Yi did not see Xiao Jingyue at first, but when she got closer to see, it was already too late to run away.

He stood on the street with no place to hide.

The man in front of him had an oil-paper umbrella that was azure in color. His other hand was behind his back and he wore a black robe that fluttered in the wind.

Jin Yi didn't dare to look at that cold, noble body with a trace of killing intent. Her legs couldn't help but tremble due to the fear that rose up from the bottom of her heart.

Not to mention running, she even struggled to stay standing.

Xiao Jingyue squinted as he looked at the servant girl in front of him who shouldn't have appeared in this place.

He did not say anything. His body flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared next to her. He raised his hand and pressed against her sleeping point.

The brocade robe fell limply onto the dirty wet ground that was filled with rainwater. In an instant, more than half of her body was drenched.

It was a pity that Xiao Jingyue did not have any feelings for women other than Qu Ling.

Lowering his head, he stretched out two fingers and grabbed the back of the silk clothing, lifting the person up effortlessly.

With one hand holding the umbrella and the other holding the people, they continued to rush to their destination.

Not long after he left, Murong Yan came over with Qu Ling.

Murong Yan squatted and picked up the sachet on the ground, then placed it between his nose and smelled it.

The faint, familiar smell of medicine wafted into his nose.

Murong Yan picked up the embroidered bag and said to Qu Ling: "It was left behind by the embroidered clothes."

He had come to ask for some sleeping spices from her after she had not slept well in her brocade clothes for a while, so he had mixed some herbs for her.

There was a familiar embroidery on the brocade sack, as well as a familiar medicinal fragrance from the brocade sack. This object was definitely from the brocade sack.

Qu Ling did not make a sound, he suddenly frowned, and caressed the rope wrapped around his wrist lightly. He looked in a certain direction with a lost expression and muttered: "It should be an illusion, he should be in the palace right now."

Murong Yan raised his head in confusion, seeing Qu Ling in a daze, he asked: "What's wrong?"

Qu Ling withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity that Little Blue is not in my hands."

If Little Qing was here, finding the embroidered clothes would be a piece of cake.

Murong Yan comforted her: "Tong Huai Palace is already this big, we have to carefully search for them, it will not be difficult to find them."

Qu Ling did not reply, but suddenly thought of something else, and frowned.

After struggling for a long while, he carefully asked: "Rong Xi, he … "How are things now?"

"I can reconnect the severed arm, but …" Murong Yan did not finish his words.

Although it was difficult to take a broken arm, it wasn't completely impossible.

However, even if it was connected, other than filling the sleeves to keep it aesthetically pleasing, there was no other use for that arm.

It was impossible to recover.

The two fell silent.

After a long while, Qu Ling shook his head, and said softly: "Go and do some official business, I'll walk around by myself."

Murong Yan shook his head lightly. His handsome face revealed a warm smile as he said in a warm tone: "There's nothing important, let me accompany you."

Without waiting for Qu Ling to speak, he continued: "With Chu Yu there, his medical skills are not inferior to mine, so there's no difference whether I go or not. But you, Magistrate Zeng, after returning to his residence, will definitely find out that you have left the mansion, and at that time, you will definitely dispatch people to search for you."

If he was captured, it would not be so easy to save him the next time.

Hearing that, Qu Ling thought about it, and knew that Murong Yan had a point, and did not reject again.

The two of them held an umbrella as they aimlessly walked down the street.

Because the umbrella was relatively small, half of Qu Ling's body was nestled in Murong Yan's embrace.

Their postures were a bit ambiguous, but the two of them had a clear conscience. They didn't have any charming feelings from it and were unperturbed.

Qu Ling informed Murong Yan of the clothing store's female owner's words, and then casually asked: "Injuring and saving, what do you think Master Zeng wants to do?"

"Actually, there is no conflict between the two." Murong Yan explained in a gentle voice, "He lured you into the cave because he was afraid that you would discover something and lock you all in the mansion, afraid that you would be exposed. In short, he only wants your lives so that he can protect himself. "

There was no conflict between protecting one's life and trying to build a river bank to protect the people outside the city.

Qu Ling nodded his head in agreement, and said: "His wife was also infected with a Soul Borrowing Gu, and yesterday he came over to ask me if I could remove the parasite."

In a few words, Qu Ling told Murong Yan everything that Magistrate Zeng had told him yesterday.

Murong Yan said indifferently: "Perhaps he himself isn't afraid of death, but he has a wife and children. In the end, even if he managed to save his wife, he would still have to bear the responsibility of exterminating the nine great clans. In this way, saving you will have no difference to whether you save them or not. "

Qu Ling scoffed, "If I knew it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have done it like this."

However, Murong Yan shook his head and said: "My brother has some relationship with Magistrate Zeng, so my brother's evaluation of Magistrate Zeng is not bad. If my guess is right, he did it because of his sickly wife. "

Using all sorts of precious herbs to nurture his wife's body over the years was not something that a Prefecture Overseer could afford.

Perhaps it was because of this that he had come up with this idea.

Qu Ling said in a bland voice, "Regardless of the reason, to know that breaking the law disregards the safety of your people is wrong."

Previously, he had overheard the Eighth Prince mention that the imperial government had only allocated silver taels to the Tong Huai Palace once in recent years in order to build a riverbank.

That batch of official silver was most likely stolen while they were building the riverbank.

To abandon the safety of the people of the city for one's own selfish desire, how is it worth sympathizing?

"Forget it, let's not talk about him anymore." Qu Ling suddenly changed the topic, "Xiao Jingyue and your sister are still being locked up in the yamen, we have to find a way to save them, if not, after some time, the riverbank will be repaired and the Magistrate Zeng will be free, they will be in trouble."

Murong Yan felt that they did not need to worry about this, and the Eighth Prince would not mention anything else.

As they walked, the two of them unknowingly walked back to the inn.

After eating a hot meal, Murong Yan instructed Qu Ling to stay in the tavern for a while, before he went out again.

But how could Qu Ling be patient?

Not long after Murong Yan left, Qu Ling also left the inn with the umbrella.

The tea house was quiet and deserted. The high platform on which the books were told was empty. The fifty year old steward was resting his cheek on one hand, looking drowsy.

Xiao Jingyue, covered in cold sweat, entered the room and put away the oil paper umbrella. He casually threw the unconscious woman to the side and walked in front of the manager, then knocked on the table.

The steward woke up after hearing the sound. His sleepy eyes did not manage to see the person clearly. As he rubbed his eyes, he asked, "Does esteemed guest want tea?"

"I'm looking for the manager of this place."

"I'm in charge here."

After the manager finished speaking, he stretched his back and woke up.

He then looked at the guest in front of him, upon seeing Xiao Jingyue's face, his entire body shivered, and his remaining sleepiness immediately dissipated. He became completely awake.

"You …" The steward's eyes were wide open. He didn't even try to conceal his astonishment as a strange light flashed across his eyes.

Xiao Jingyue sized up the supervisor without batting an eyelid, and pretended to be suspicious: "Have you seen me before?"

The manager did not reply, he stood up, walked around Xiao Jingyue twice, and with a complicated expression, he stroked his beard that was neither short nor long, and sighed: "It's, it's really similar!"

Xiao Jingyue could guess who the steward thought he looked like, but he maintained a straight face, "What does the steward mean by this?"

The supervisor did not answer immediately, but instead went to brew a pot of hot tea and sat down again to pour a cup of tea for Xiao Jingyue and himself. Only then did he ask: "From the guest's accent, it doesn't sound like someone from Tong Huai Palace.

Xiao Jingyue said: "Under the guidance of a senior, I am here to inquire about a person."

"Who?"

"The deceased Southern Guarding Prince Concubine, Yun Chongjin."