The half-open wooden door was opened, and Lu Ningjin came in with a medicine bowl, placed it on the small table next to the bed, and looked at the girl sleeping on the bed.
The girl slept peacefully, and the wounds on her face were cleaned. Her original facial features were delicate and beautiful, and she was very similar to Ah Li.
"The medicine is still hot, so you can cool it off," Lu Ningjin said, "Ali, is she okay?"
Xia Zhaoyi sat beside the bed and shook his head.
"Alas," Lu Ningjin sighed and took out a letter from his sleeve, "This is what Mr. Yan Hui asked me to give to you."
Xia Zhaoyi turned around, paused, and reached out to take it.
Lu Ningjin looked at her and whispered: "Ah Li, please be happy, you look very worried."
"Well, I was thinking about something." Xia Zhaoyi said while opening the letter.
The content of the letter was probably that there were some difficult business deals in Qingque Pavilion, and that someone was looking for her with Mei Duo.
Xia Zhaoyi put away the letter, stood up and said, "When the medicine is warm, wake her up and feed her."
"Can she...can she hear me?"
"No more," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the girl on the bed, "She can't speak anymore."
"How pitiful." Lu Ningjin said.
Xia Zhaoyi went to put away the pen and paper on the desk. Lu Ningjin looked back at her: "In this case, she can't tell us her name. Otherwise, let's pick one."
"Come on," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I don't want to name people."
Lu Ningjin pursed her lips and nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and look through the books and give her a nice name."
"Well," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the medicine bowl, "Remember to give her medicine, I'll leave first."
"good."
Coming out of the room, a middle-aged man was sitting in the outer room, throwing dice boredly.
Seeing Xia Zhaoyi, the middle-aged man quickly put away the dice.
"I'm going out for a trip. You don't have to follow me. Just help grind the medicine powder here. They will give you some wages," Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Grinding medicinal powder...how much does it cost?"
"Not much, very little. If you don't want to stay here, you can go back to the inn first."
After Xia Zhaoyi finished speaking, she turned around and walked outside. Before the middle-aged man could speak again, the door was already closed.
Huiyang Long Street is now one of the coldest streets in Kyoto. When Xia Zhaoyi came to Qingque Pavilion, there were a lot of people coming and going in front of the door. The clerks were running back and forth, and the business was very good.
These diners were either rich or noble, and their appearance and dress showed that they were of high status. Xia Zhaoyi knew that the drunkard was not interested in drinking, so she didn't want to show her face, so she walked around in a big circle and entered from the other side.
She was already a regular visitor here, and the steward personally came out to welcome her in and waited in a small hall in the backyard.
The hall is open on three sides, clean and bright, with excellent lighting. There is half of the lake between the front hall and the front hall.
The steward brought tea and said with a smile: "Miss Ah Li, please wait. Mr. Yan Hui will be here soon."
"Thank you." Xia Zhaoyi said.
After the person in charge left, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the maids standing next to her and said, "You should go and do your work too. You don't have to stay with me here."
"Yes." The maids responded.
The breeze blew outside the window, and the two slightly hanging gauze curtains on the side lifted.
Xia Zhaoyi picked up the tea and soaked the fine tea leaves. She took a sip and found the tea was sweet, fragrant and elegant.
She looked at the green tea leaves inside, and her eyes became sad.
Maojian was her father's favorite drink during his lifetime. Every time she returned to Beijing, she would always take some back with her on the way.
Also, her father always wanted her to stay in the capital for a while, but she couldn't stay. Since she was a child, she has never lived in the capital for more than a month.
Not yet, I have been here for a long time now.
Li Yan walked back up the wooden steps and said with a smile, "Ah Li."
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head, curved his lips and smiled: "Mr. Yan Hui."
"Yesterday you caused a lot of trouble in the city again." Li Yan smiled back.
"It's not me, and I didn't want to cause trouble like this."
Li Yanhui sat down opposite her and said, "It's not you? Someone is pretending to be you?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and shook his head: "No, the cause of the matter was the murder of that person Ya Zi. What I mean is that I did not kill her. If Mr. Yan Hui was talking about what happened later in Yanyun Wei Mansion, then it was indeed me.
, but I was forced."
"That's strange," Li Yan raised his eyebrows, "Now there are rumors everywhere that you did it. There was a letter left at that time. Word from Jingzhao Mansion said that the letter was written by you, and there were many people on it.
The girl you confessed to who was sold before your death is where you are. The market now has mixed praise and criticism for you, and many people have been praising you."
"It's not me," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Mr. Yan Hui, who sent that plum blossom?"
"It's not one flower," Li Yanhui took out a box from his sleeve, pushed it over and said, "It's two flowers."
Xia Zhaoyi opened the small box, and there were actually two plum blossoms lying inside, woven from trees and grass leaves, preserved bright and clean.
She gave away two in total, one for Tao Yinhe, one for Lao Tong and one for Changle.
"Where are they?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "Did you tell me what they want from me?"
"They all want to see you," Li Yan replied with a faint smile, "I asked them to come back at night and deliberately staggered the time."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded, took out the plum blossom, closed the box and pushed it back.
"Sir, do you have anything else to ask me about? If not, I have a few things to ask you, sir."
"Fortunately, I'll just show you a few tricky deals later. You can ask first."
"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I want to ask two things. The first thing is, how is Li Dongyan's current situation? The second thing, I would like to ask your husband to help me investigate how much disaster relief the court allocated two years ago.
The silver tael, and which officials and baggage team were escorting the silver tael and purchasing the baggage at that time."
"What happened two years ago?"
"Yes," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "The Ministry of Revenue should be able to check it. Qingque Pavilion has many connections. Please help me check it, sir. I'll give you any price."
Li Yanhui raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, let's not mention the price for now. I'll talk about it later when I can find the person."
"Thank you sir." Xia Zhaoyi smiled.
"The first thing is about Li Dongyan's situation," Li Yan replied, "We still don't know about it for now, because he has not left the palace since he entered yesterday."
Xia Zhaoyi paused: "You haven't come out yet?"
"Yes, it's been a day and a night," Li Yan smiled back, "But I shouldn't have any results."
"What do you mean, sir?"
Li Yan smiled back and lowered his head, picked up the teapot and poured water into his tea cup.
The sound of water rushed down slowly. He put down the teapot, picked up the teacup and said, "Ali, do you think it's serious about the incident at Zhongtiantai offering sacrifices to heaven?"
"It should be a great mourning for the country." Xia Zhaoyi said.
