"Master Jade, is she okay? I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
Boyi finally sighed: "After all, he is a serious official of the eighth and fourth grades, so he should be put back first. We will make a decision after Lord Yu wakes up."
After saying that, he left the two of them behind and returned to the house.
Then he saw Yu Qiansi, who was pale and covered in cold sweat. She frowned in her sleep and seemed to be murmuring in pain.
"Dad! Don't go...don't go!"
"Yu Qiansi?"
The woman on the couch seemed to be wrapped in a nightmare. She was dressed in red and had a jade face, like a ball of flawless jade surrounded by flowers.
In Meiyu's dream, there is still the everlasting circular attic.
She woke up from the dark compartment countless times, lingered in the house, and then slipped to the bottom of the well along the secret passage.
The cycle goes over and over again, but I never get tired of it.
This place is like a place forgotten by the gods, where there is no time, only endless nightmares.
Burnt corpses, Buddhist beads, ashes, purple talismans, and a drop of bright red blood.
She struggled hard in the dream, trying to break free, but refused to leave.
I just want to take one more look, one more look.
But the strange thing is that she doesn't feel tired, and seems to have unlimited energy, rising and falling with the fantasy.
Suddenly, a bird song seemed to tear through the dark room, and the top of her head suddenly turned pale.
Everything around him eventually turned into a gray sky, like a mixture of snow and ashes.
The chirping of birds in my ears became clearer and clearer.
The noise gave her a splitting headache.
I couldn't help but muttered: "It's so noisy."
Boyi, who was standing in front of the window and feeding the birds, suddenly got excited and hurried back to the front.
The whisper was like the whisper of the wind, with a bit of hoarseness.
When he saw the woman in front of him frowning and finally opening her eyes, looking at him in confusion, his heart was stirred and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Qiansi looked at it for a moment, and the messy memories came one after another.
"What's going on here?"
"You've been sleeping for three days!" The anxiety and worry in his words made Yu Qiansi's arms full.
She looked back blankly, only to see Boyi chattering endlessly: "The doctor said you are overworked and worried too much, so you should rest more."
"But I didn't expect that you could sleep for three days! I was thinking just now, if you don't wake up after noon, I will go find the doctor again!"
Yu Qiansi clasped her hands and coughed lightly, trying to figure out whether the strange Boyi in front of her was still the one she knew?
Boyi saw her face flushed, helped her up, put a soft pillow behind her, and handed her a bowl of hot porridge.
This familiar smell...is like something I often smell in my dreams.
Sour and glutinous, very appetizing.
"I added some citron juice to the white porridge. The princess brought it from the palace."
Only then did the lingering shadows of the lingering dream completely dissipate.
She realized clearly: "Have you been taking care of me these past few days?"
She still has a sickly low voice, which adds a bit of tenderness to Mingli.
Boyi's hands holding the porridge paused and he was a little flustered: "How could it happen? The princess has found a maid from the Duke's Mansion. She is the one who takes care of you on weekdays. I just came over during the day to take a look."
"Thanks."
Boyi blushed at this innocent murmur, stuffed the porridge to Yu Qiansi, stood up and pretended to close the window.
"What happened after that day——"
"Shuo Yu and the six people are temporarily detained."
"Guanshi Cao's body was sent to Zhang Xiaowu for dissection that day. He had already completed the autopsy yesterday."
He handed the record filled out by Zhang Yilun to Yu Qiansi.
While she was flipping through the pages, her thoughts were racing.
Because Zhang Yilun was very concerned about Yu Qiansi's health, he personally went to Yizhuang yesterday.
Zhang Yilun is always listless during the day.
After handing him a set of records, Zhang Yilun hesitated for a moment: "Is this the real culprit in the beheading case?"
"Who is he?" He seemed to be talking to himself.
He thought to himself that Xiao Zhang could be considered one of his own, so he roughly explained the whole story.
Unexpectedly, it aroused Zhang Yilun's curiosity even more.
A strange blush appeared on his pale face due to day and night: "He is a eunuch! And... there are also marks on the back of his neck. It's the same person who was burned to death in the Guang'an Marquis Mansion last time!
His same marks!”
"I originally thought it was an accident! But now it seems that these people are obviously related."
It seems that because he and Yu Qiansi have been together for a long time, Zhang Yilun is also very interested in getting to the bottom of it.
When he saw the words on the record, his face froze for a moment.
"Brother Boyi, are you okay?"
Zhang Yilun was keenly aware of Boyi's anomaly: "Do you know him?"
He stiffened the corners of his mouth and forced an ugly smile. In the end, he didn't know what he said and ran away in a hurry.
He was worried and wanted to go to Yinlong Temple to relax, but Master Jingkong also stayed behind closed doors.
I only sent a steady little novice monk who said: "Do whatever you want."
He looked at the pale-faced woman in front of him, sipping hot porridge from small spoonfuls.
He knew his true intentions and had made plans to kill himself.
However, he never wanted to take other people's lives.
After spending several years in the north, he knows better than anyone else how precious life is.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Yu Qiansi asked, holding a bowl of porridge: "But what else happened?"
The light eyes with a tired look are not as beautiful as usual, but instead look like they have gone to the clear springs in the carved mountains and forests.
Refreshing.
"It's about the broken silk..." He paused and said, "The night we met the blacksmith, someone stole the broken silk while the criminal department and Dali Temple were empty."
He said "the day we went to see the blacksmith," not "the day we caught the murderer."
Yu Qiansi smiled, naturally understanding what he meant.
Putting down the small spoon, the flawless white porcelain was gently tapped on the edge of the bowl, making a crisp and sweet sound.
Just listen to him say: "The clue to the blacksmith shop was also broken. When I went back later, someone had changed there."
Yu Qian said teasingly: "You have adapted well to your status as a Wuya Guard."
Boyi was ashamed.
Speaking of which…
He sent a wine letter.
Yu Qiansi was still awake, and Wu Yawei could not move under his orders, but he was worried about leaving her unconscious, so he thought of writing a wine letter.
So, I thought of the wine book.
Jiu Shu had been squatting outside Wu Xin's house for three days. When he was found yesterday, he was almost dead there.
No wonder, he always felt that he had forgotten something that day, but that whole day, he was looking for the murderer and investigating Zheng Yi, so he completely forgot about the wine letter.
Yu Qiansi didn't understand what he was thinking, and thought she was worried that she would blame him for meddling in his own business.
After thinking about it, he said: "Don't worry. I went to look for him at that time just to throw a bait and...make friends."
Thinking of the little blacksmith who was almost disfigured.
This way of making friends is refreshing and refined.
Yu Qiansi looked at him with a faint smile.
Could it be that he is so concerned about this matter and has other thoughts?
Boyi, on the other hand, was wondering about the meaning behind Yu Qiansi's move.
Outside the window, the decoction boiling on the small stove in the corridor is boiling, the lid makes a clear "dong-dong" sound, and the fragrant smell of medicine enters the room, adding to the elegance of the room.
The slight noise outside the small courtyard gradually became louder, as if someone was quarreling.
