Back at the inn, Li Changfeng quickly asked: "Brother Jiang, why did you recite that poem just now, and what did you find?"
"Since you have decided to work with me to find out about the plague, you will naturally have to share the clues. I hope Brother Jiang will inform you!"
Jiang Wuji looked at Li Changfeng and said, "Then what else have you not told me?"
"Brother Jiang, you don't have to be like this."
Li Changfeng said seriously: "I didn't ask Brother Jiang why he knew about Tiandao Temple, nor why he inferred that Murong Yue was the person behind the scenes."
"This is not the reason why you treat me as a chess piece." Jiang Wuji said.
Li Changfeng took a deep breath and bowed: "Brother Jiang, please forgive me, I will apologize to you!"
Xiaoyu and Cao Li were stunned by their actions, and Zhu Yao, who knew Li Changfeng's character, was even more stunned.
They didn't go to the dungeon or the execution ground, so they were confused about the scene before them.
Seeing this, Jiang Wuji sighed inwardly. Although Li Changfeng was not a good person, he at least really wanted to complete the task assigned to him by Fengtian Division.
It is a good thing to find out the plague. You also need to find the source of the plague and cure Xiaoyu's hemoptysis.
Therefore, Jiang Wuji said: "My guess is based on Baili Gaozhuo not wanting to kill Murong Wanfeng. Although I don't know much about Baili Gaozhuo, I can feel that he is a person who must repay his kindness. Otherwise,
When I was in the dungeon, he would not persuade me to leave Lecheng."
"You said that everyone will have worries, and Baili Gaozhuo is no exception."
"If he voluntarily took the crime on himself and even gave up the chance of survival, then he must be protecting his own concerns."
"Baili Gaozhuo's concerns?" Li Changfeng frowned.
"Baili Gaozhuo's family members were killed by thieves many years ago. He is still unmarried, so what else can he have..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Changfeng's pupils shrank hard!
Jiang Wuji said word by word: "His concern is Murong Wanfeng's mother, Su Qianqian!"
Li Changfeng took a breath of air and sighed repeatedly.
"No wonder, no wonder you just wanted to sing a sad parting poem."
"So you were testing him!"
Jiang Wuji nodded: "Although he didn't speak, his eyes already told me the answer."
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
"I lied to Qi Yongyan, you try Baili Gaozhuo! Sure enough, the hero sees the same thing!"
Li Changfeng's expression became wonderful.
"The county guard's wife has an affair with the captain of the city gate. This is so interesting!"
"Then could Murong Wanfeng's biological father be Baili Gaozhuo? In this case, it would make sense for Murong Yue to kill Murong Wanfeng!"
"Interesting, really interesting, I never thought there would be such a drama, hahaha..."
Li Changfeng was ecstatic, as if something great had happened to him.
Jiang Wuji never expected that this guy would be so gossipy...
But are these things really related to the plague?
But having said that, Baili Gaozhuo and Su Qianqian may not necessarily have a mutual affection for each other. This is more like Baili Gaozhuo's wishful thinking.
Li Changfeng rubbed his sore cheeks and said, "Brother Jiang, since you just poured salt on Murong Yue's wounds openly, I guess we will see him soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the servant of the Sheriff's Mansion came from outside the door.
"Master Li, Mr. Jiang, and the governor have something important to discuss with you. Please go to the house with me."
"Whatever you say, tut."
Li Changfeng raised his eyebrows and asked Jiang Wuji, "How are you going?"
"Brother..." Xiaoyu stepped forward and took Jiang Wuji's arm, his big clear eyes full of worry.
Although he hasn't figured it out yet, Cao Li also felt that this matter was dangerous, so he said: "Little Taoist Master, let me go with you."
"Need not."
Jiang Wuji shook his head, patted the back of his sister's hand gently, and said, "Don't worry, Li Changfeng won't let me die."
Li Changfeng smiled and said: "Tsk, that's natural. If you die, the man in the department won't let me go. Besides, as long as I'm here, Murong Yue wouldn't dare to take action even if he gave him a hundred courages."
"Then I'll go with my brother." Jiang Zhiyu said.
"He is only responsible for my safety, not yours." Jiang Wuji said bluntly.
"Brother Jiang understands people." Li Changfeng didn't hide it.
Seeing Jiang Wuji's unkind gaze, Li Changfeng changed his words and said, "Zhu Yao, please stay and protect Miss Xiaoyu."
"Why? I want to go to the Sheriff's Mansion too!" Zhu Yao put her hands on her hips and the silver bells on her ankles made a pleasant sound.
Li Changfeng: "Don't make trouble. The box of food I brought from the capital belongs to you."
Zhu Yao opened her mouth and her eyes shone, "Really?"
"real."
"Don't regret it."
"If you don't regret it, get out of here."
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When he came to the magistrate's mansion again, Jiang Wuji was no longer the transparent person he was back then.
"Two adults, follow me."
The servants of the Sheriff's Mansion bowed their backs and led the way obediently.
The Sheriff's Mansion is really big, and Jiang Wuji's head hurts from being surrounded by it.
Fortunately, the environment here is good, and the quietness with the slightest fragrance makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Not long after, the two came to a small courtyard full of bamboos. There was a simple-looking mud-tile house beside a green pond.
At this time, Murong Yue, who had taken off his official robe, was standing outside the hut, welcoming the arrival of Jiang Wuji and Li Changfeng from a distance.
"I didn't expect that the Sheriff's Mansion has such an elegant and quiet place. It's really surprising." Li Changfeng looked at the bamboo forest not far away and sighed.
"Mr. Li is amused. This is the place where Zhuo Jing cultivates herself. She likes to be more quiet."
"Oh? Madam, is she here?"
Murong Yue nodded, waved his sleeves to let the servants go down, and then brought the two of them into the house.
The furnishings in the house are very simple. When you enter the door, you can see the bed with a curtain hanging down. Through the raised quilt, you can see a person lying on the bed.
Murong Yue said while pouring tea: "Hey, Qian'er has a hard life. Three years ago, she and I went out for an outing, and we didn't know what she contracted. After we came back, she fell into a coma. She has been sick for three years."
"Been in a coma for three years?"
Li Changfeng, who clearly knew about this matter, still pretended to be ignorant and asked: "What disease does your lady have? Can someone take a look at it?"
Murong Yue shook his head and sighed: "If we knew what the disease was, we could at least prescribe the right medicine. Unfortunately, in the past three years, I have invited countless famous doctors to no avail. Even Master Wuwei of Tiandao Temple has no way of treating Zhuojing's disease.
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"I remember that Master Wuwei had an out-of-body experience at the fifth level a long time ago, right? Although the Taoist temple is not a medical clinic, there are many ways to cure diseases in Taoist magic. I didn't expect that even Master Wuwei could not do it." Li Changfeng sighed.
Murong Yue shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
"Have you ever contacted Su Zhaoyi about this matter?" Li Changfeng asked.
Murong Yue looked much older when this happened. He said with slightly lowered eyes, "I looked for him, but it's useless."
"It's useless? What do you mean by this? Isn't your lady a blood relative of Su Zhaoyi?"
"Haha, I'm not afraid of adults' jokes either."
Murong Yue sneered and said: "Su Zhaoyi has been favored by the Holy One now. If she is willing to help, it will not be a problem. But Zhuo Jing doesn't even know what disease he is suffering from now. If he dies suddenly or spreads to Chiyu like a plague, Mr. Li, what do you think?
Isn't Su Zhaoyi afraid?"
"I see..." Li Changfeng nodded and sighed.
According to Murong Yue, Su Zhaoyi was afraid of being implicated by Su Qianqian. After all, if these difficult and complicated diseases were related to family inheritance or the plague, Su Zhaoyi would definitely fall out of favor, and someone might deliberately spread rumors to add insult to injury.
Let it never recover!
The water here is really too deep.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji's slightly abrupt voice sounded without warning.
"What's in there?"
Jiang Wuji asked, pointing to the closed shrine on the wall.
