He whispered.

Xin Yi's heart was pounding.

She had never seen Fu Jiuqu speak in such a tone, and she was at a loss.

Regardless of the boundaries between love and dislike, this person is at least someone she cannot bear to hurt.

"You're not crazy, you just drank too much. Scientist, you know exactly how alcohol affects people, right?"

Xin Yi poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to him, bending down to look at his face. Under the candlelight, that delicate face was soft and warm, so perfect.

She sighed.

"Drink some water and wait until you calm down before we talk..."

Fu Jiuqu looked up at her and took it, "Thank you."

Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

She could feel the man's emotions calm down.

He said: "I'm sorry, I lost control."

"Why are you so polite? Aren't we grasshoppers on the same boat? We should help each other."

Xin Yi sat down on the other side of the Luohan couch.

"What happened tonight? How could you be so emotional?"

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes, gently rubbed his temples, forcing himself not to look at her face, ignore the crazy shouting voice in his heart, and chuckled calmly.

"I drank a lot tonight. I'm sorry! I made you read the joke..."

Xin Yi smiled, "Did the fortune teller catch you?"

"Yes." Fu Jiuqu lowered his head and drank the herbal tea in the cup. His dark eyes seemed to be coated with a dazzling light. He was still the proud and conceited man.

"When I take action, no fish will slip through the net."

Xin Yi couldn't help laughing, "Did you explain that? Are you our fellow travelers?"

This is the issue that Xin Yi is most concerned about.

"I don't think so." Fu Jiuqu said, "He knows nothing about our world."

"What if it's just an act?"

"If a person can pretend to wet his pants, I respect his acting skills."

Xin Yi was stunned and smiled softly.

"Then how did he learn that the missing boys and girls had turned into charred corpses at the bottom of the river? How did he learn about Lu Yongfu's concubine..."

Fu Jiuqu sneered.

He knew that Xin Yi was constantly diverting his attention to prevent the two of them from focusing on emotional issues.

Fu Jiuqu responded obediently, as calmly as if his torn heart had never hurt before.

"That guy was dishonest. He only said he was here for divination. I asked him to do a divination for me on the spot, but he was completely wrong..."

Xin Yi met his eyes, "I fell into your hands and still refuse to explain? It seems that this person is very impressive."

"No, he is just an ordinary person who is timid and afraid of death."

"It's extraordinary to be able to withstand torture and refuse to explain..."

Fu Jiuqu stared at her silently, his voice without any ripples, but full of emotion for no reason, "There is a situation that can make an ordinary person endure what others cannot bear, and do what others cannot..."

Xin Yi narrowed his eyes, "What?"

Fu Jiuqu: "When the life of the person you love most is threatened, ordinary people will become extremely brave and sacrifice everything."

Xin Yi was startled and suddenly understood.

"Are you saying that this magic teller is just a mouthful? He has no real ability, and the words he said were told by others, because the lives of his most important family members are in the hands of others?"

Fu Jiuqu did not deny it and said calmly:

"The fortune teller's surname is She. He has been hanging out in Yangzhou City all year round. He just came to Sizhou a few days ago. He is an ordinary charlatan who shows 'miracles' when he changes places. Who do you think he is here for..."

A few days ago?

Xin Yi asked: "Is it possible that it has something to do with you being sick in Sizhou?"

Fu Jiuqu snorted, "It's almost like ten."

"So, Lu Zhizhou's bloody disaster was just to prevent him from getting close to the post house and not to expose your fake illness? No, why should I help you?"

"Of course not to help me." Fu Jiuqu said: "Maybe the other party just wants to prevent him from getting close to the restaurant? Not to expose the black powder workshop? This Lu Yongfu is not a smart person, and he may have wrong intentions..."

Xin Yi nodded, "Did the burning of the restaurant have anything to do with him?"

Fu Jiuqu hesitated, "Since the burning was part of the original plot, it may have nothing to do with him, but the black powder must have something to do with it, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to investigate..."

Xin Yi asked again: "The fortune teller has been in Yangzhou all year round. Did he personally admit it?"

"No." Fu Jiuqu suddenly looked at her and smiled lowly, "He said he was from Jiangning, but he had a Yangzhou accent, so I called Huzi's parents. Guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"Back then, the fortune teller who married the stupid son of a member of the Communist Party of China and said he could bring good luck was the same charlatan."

What a coincidence.

Xin Yi thought for a while, "What should we do now? Sizhou is not your jurisdiction. We are living here as guests and are at a loss to do things, let alone cross Lu Yongfu..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her, "So, I'm going to take that old guy back to Yangzhou, lock him up, and interrogate him slowly."

Xin Yi: "The case was filed in Sizhou. Isn't it inappropriate to overstep my authority?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Imperial City Secretary was ordered to arrest, who can take care of it?"

Xin Yi: "But you are the governor of Yangzhou..."

Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly, "Who said I would come forward in person?"

Xin Yi:……

Although the method he used was a bit rogue, there are many times when the Sunshine Avenue doesn't work, so being rogue is still a method. As long as it leads to the Sunshine Avenue in the end, it is understandable that the process is not so glamorous.

"Aren't you tired after being interrogated for so long?" Fu Jiuqu suddenly asked.

He used the word "interrogation" without any emotion. If you listen carefully, you will feel a little aggrieved.

Xin Yi laughed and shook his head, "I'm not tired."

"But I'm tired." He pointed to his head and said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "I have a severe headache. Do you think... could it be that my short-sightedness has not been cured?"

Xin Yi's mouth twitched.

He glanced over casually.

"Or maybe it was blocked during surgery and then leaked?"

Xin Yi snorted, "Do you think your heart is a river embankment, blocked by a flood, and then washed away again?"

"All principles in the world are the same."

"..."

This guy's words are getting sharper and sharper, and Xin Yi can't even speak to him, especially when he talks about "sick-hearted disease", his appearance is so similar to Brother Jiu, how can she bear to see him in pain and ignore it?

"Okay, you lie down."

"What are you going to do? To preserve medical ethics, kill people and silence them?"

This man became more and more cunning. He knew how to use things to tease her. It was obviously a headache after drinking, but he wanted to say it was an old illness. He knew clearly that she wanted to keep a distance, but he also joked lightly to reconcile conflicts...

Xin Yi pressed his palm down.

"Lie down and let me help you take a look."

Fu Jiuqu looked at her with his eyes squinting, "There's no need to look at the wound, it's healing very well. If you look at it, I'm afraid I can't help but do something random..."

Xin Yi stared at him, judging whether his words were true or false.

Fu Jiuqu stroked his forehead and sighed, "That's all, come and help me with acupuncture. I'll be busy in Yangzhou tomorrow, so I can also enjoy Dr. Xin's magical acupuncture..."

Xin Yi did not refuse.

She asked Fu Jiuqu to lie flat on the bed and performed a set of acupuncture techniques to dredge the meridians and relieve pain.

"Are you feeling better?"

Fu Jiuqu quietly let her do the acupuncture, as if he was about to fall asleep, but then he hissed lightly, looked up at her, and then rested his head on her hand, as gently as a cat petting its owner's head.

Rub, gently arch...

"It still hurts. Can you press it for me?"

Xin Yi couldn't laugh or cry, "Why do you look like a golden cup?"

"You want to say that I am like your ninth brother." Fu Jiuqu closed his eyes, and his faint voice was filled with smoothed pleasure.
To be continued...