"Am I not unjust?" Cao Yi smiled lowly, looking inexplicably lonely, "I obviously suffered for you. The good things are all yours, and the bad things are all mine..."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him deeply, raised the ends of his eyes, and smiled meaningfully.

"Since the palace door is locked, why is Fukang missing?"

Cao Yi sighed, "After the official interrogation, several palace maids conspired to hide the princess. She had gone out before the key was issued, and she changed into clothes from Xiaohuangmen..."

After saying that, he glanced at Fu Jiuqu.

"If you go to see an official now, you'll probably get a beating."

The person responsible for guarding the palace gate is the Imperial City Secretary.

Cao Yi smiled bitterly, "I advise you, don't feel uncomfortable looking for her. It's better to go find someone immediately and find the eldest princess so that you can have good relations with her."

While Cao Yi was speaking, Fu Jiuqu remained motionless, listening with rare patience.

Cao Yi felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and was about to ask, when he saw Fu Jiuqu tightening his grip on his waist knife, turning around and striding away.

"Chonglou?!"

Cao Yi wanted to call, but he had disappeared.

He put down his hand and thought for a moment, "Tabloid? What tabloid?"

……·

The morning market next to Daxiangguo Temple is very lively.

The vendors who got up early to buy and sell, ox carts, donkey carts, and burdens were arranged in an orderly manner.

Today's hawking sounds were mixed with a hint of excited discussion.

"Tabloid, tabloid!"

"Everyone in the world knows everything about the world."

"News! Big news!"

Therefore, it is called "news" in secret. Tabloids carry stories about both the government and the public. All kinds of news emerge in endlessly. There are many insiders, provincial detectives, government detectives, etc., who secretly spread them in the tabloids. The common people have long been surprised.

Strangely enough, when I have spare money, I will also buy a tabloid to read and enjoy myself physically and mentally. Rich people will read it every day of the year, all year round.

But who is "Jianghu Baixiaosheng"?

"Hurry up and buy a tabloid and read it."

"Princess Fan Lou of Fukang was in danger, and the Privy Councilor sacrificed his life to save her!"

"Heroes and beauties make their own story..."

…

The Ma Xing Street outside Donghua Gate was shrouded in a layer of rain and fog, and the Wuzhang River was sparkling.

Xin Yi was lying in the bathtub by the window on the second floor, fumigating with her eyes closed in the mist of hot water.

Living in the Yiguan courtyard is far less comfortable than her small building.

Medicinal bath, aromatherapy, everything you need.

The beloved man was waiting on the side, Xiang Ling called Cheng Yaojin to come for dinner in the courtyard, Mrs. An opened the door of the medicine shop to welcome the guests, Zhou Daozi hummed a small code and came in carrying a teapot to talk to Doctor Ge.

All this was so familiar that she sighed.

"It's so comfortable."

Her husband took a ladle to add hot water to her bucket, smiling brightly. Her face was flushed and warm, and she was much fairer than when Xin Yi first met her.

"Girls come here often if they like it. Everything is available here, ready-made."

Xin Yi sat lazily on the small stool in the barrel, arms spread wide.

"OK."

After a pause, she opened her eyes.

"What's that sound outside?"

The beloved man stopped scooping water, listened for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's the craftsmen who are here. Construction is underway on Maxing Street, and the stone trough waterway needs to be completely renovated to divert water..."

Hmm. Isn’t it the water supply project?

Xin Yi was sincerely happy, feeling happy that he had done something good, "I didn't expect it to be promoted so quickly."

The good man said: "The newspaper said that the Prince of Guangling personally went to talk to Da Sikong. Da Sikong was very interested in it and hired craftsmen to review the drawings. Construction will soon begin throughout the city..."

Da Sikong refers to the Minister of Industry, who oversees all farmland, water conservancy, civil engineering, engineering, transportation, and government-run industries throughout the country. Since this irrigation and drinking water project has the support of the Ministry of Industry, it is really good news for the people.

The more Xin Yi thought about it, the more he felt that the prince of Guangling County was wise and mighty.

"I wonder if he will come today..."

My beloved chuckled, "Are you talking about the prince?"

Xin Yi raised his eyes, his eyes misty, "Yeah."

Her husband looked down at her with a narrow smile, "The prince rarely comes here, but if the girl is here, it may not be..."

"Girl, girl!" Xingyuan came up the corridor.

Just now, Xin Yi left Tao Yu downstairs to grow vegetables with green calyx and red beans, and specially sent Xing Yuan to Guangji Qiaotou to buy orange-red cakes... Actually, he was sending her out to find out the news.

Upon hearing Xingyuan's voice, Xin Yi sat up straight.

"What's wrong?"

Xingyuan glanced at her husband, saw Xin Yi nodded, and then whispered: "The eldest princess left the palace privately last night and did not return all night."

Xin Yi held the hand on the edge of the bucket and stiffened slightly.

The gear of fate is so magical, is it really immovable?

"Has the prince gone to find him?"

Xingyuan nodded, "I'm going."

Xin Yi suppressed the sudden surge of anger and blood in his heart, calmed down, and carefully thought about things related to Zhang Xun and the princess...

"Oh, and this." Xingyuan looked at her husband worriedly again, and slowly handed Xin Yi a tabloid she bought on the street.

"Girl, look."

The small newspaper is thin and not as refined as the Di Bao Chao Bao, but it takes up a large proportion of space and is filled with all kinds of news. There are even articles about soliciting celebrities and buying and selling matters.

Xin Yi skipped them one by one.

In the most conspicuous position on the front, I saw the message "Jianghu Baixiaosheng".

The tabloid first mythologized Bai Xiaosheng, and then pushed various speculations about Princess Fan Lou's distress and Fan Lou's case onto Bai Xiaosheng.

"Oh, good time."

Xin Yi never underestimates his opponents.

But I have to say that this opponent is very powerful.

The identity of Jianghu secret agent Bai Xiaosheng was one of the plans she discussed with Fu Jiuqu.

After all, they were in the light while the enemy was in the dark, so they were at a huge disadvantage. Bai Xiaosheng's mysterious presence could not only put pressure on the opponent, but also divert attention. She believed that the two incidents involving Cao Yilan and Zhang Xun were enough to attract the opponent.

of attention.

Passing the news to the tabloid, in addition to exposing the incident between the eldest princess and Zhang Xun and putting the blame on Bai Xiaosheng, it also means to force out Bai Xiaosheng's true identity...

If that's the case, let's just go with the flow.

"Xingyuan..."

"girl."

"If you want to find a way to give the tabloid dealers a break, just say that there are hundreds of people in the world who know everything about the world and have thousands of worries. Anyone can come and ask."

Xingyuan eyes were slightly bright, "Where are you asking?"

Xin Yi raised one corner of his lips slightly, with a kind of laziness in his expression, "Bianjing City, Bianhebei. Xiangguo Temple, in the Zen courtyard. Under the banyan tree, in the Buddhist niche. When the money arrives, the news arrives."

·

At Mao hour, the fog had not dispersed.

Boats are going back and forth on the Bian River, sailing boats are catching the wind, and water transport is coming in an endless stream.

The Fugui Teahouse is located near the river. There is a shed on the wooden bank. The breeze blows in the face, the willow silk sways gently, and the white mist rises from the river. It is quiet all around.

A row of small wooden benches were placed on the wooden bank, and fishermen in twos and threes, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, were fishing by the river filled with morning mist.

Two men were sitting under the wooden bank. Their hats were covered with a layer of green gauze, and their faces were hidden in it, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Where is the fish I want?"

"The small fish ran into my net bag by itself. It's unjustifiable not to catch it. I'll admit it."

"Don't touch her! That's my person."
To be continued...