The broken books had no covers, crumpled paper, and warped pages, showing that they were old.

There was a moment of silence.

Fu Jiuqu hesitated for a moment before slowly reading through it.

"Medical Pulse Table. Did Chen Chusheng give it to you?"

If the situation was not urgent, Xin Yi would not give this treasure to Fu Jiuqu, but now that she is going to Kaifeng Mansion Prison, the books may not be safe, and she has no better way to keep them.

"Prince, please look here -"

Xin Yi opened the bottom of the booklet and saw a few lines of small handwritten characters.

"The babies come and go amidst the melodious sound of the harp, which is the mercy of ghosts and gods, and the lamentation of demons. It is not the children that I destroyed, but this evil village. Their filthy bloodline is not worthy of inheritance, and it is not worthy of endless life...

All the people I killed deserved to die.

Don't say that babies are innocent and dead souls are pitiful. Who is not pitiful for the Bodhisattva sentient beings in the world? I will use my strength to send them to the human world so that they can be reincarnated as human beings in the next life without suffering any suffering."

These lines of ink are fresh.

"nice one."

Chen Chusheng worked as an errand in the palace at that time, and many medical records have been preserved, and his handwriting is even more familiar. With his own handwriting, it is enough to prove that he was responsible for the Zhangjiacun case.

"Why did he give you the evidence?"

Xin Yi frowned and thought for a while, "Don't you want me, an innocent person, to die in vain?"

Fu Jiuqu sneered.

"The devil's pity for the devil?"

"..." This guy really doesn't know how to talk.

Xin Yi rolled his eyes, "Have you ever thought that in Chen Chusheng's eyes, I, who married into Zhangjiacun just one day before the incident, was actually the most innocent person in the village? And I was ridiculed coldly because of him.

Humiliated..."

"Are you saying that when Chen Chusheng gave you the book, he was already prepared to die? But he couldn't bear to let you get involved again, so he left it for you specially?"

Xin Yi nodded, then nodded again.

Fu Jiuqu rolled his eyes and smiled coldly and evilly.

"What's the explanation for the plot in the west wing and the assassination by Yun Qiqiao?"

Xin Yi said: "This is a bit strange. But Chen Chusheng is right. If he wants to kill me, he really doesn't have to go to so much trouble, and he won't leave any clues for Wang Butcher and his like... Therefore, the assassination and danger I encountered, I

Thinking there is someone else."

Fu Jiuqu said nothing and spread his hands in front of the charcoal stove, as if thinking.

A gust of wind blew and Xin Yi felt a little cold. She naturally sat close to the charcoal stove and reached out to get close to the charcoal stove. Her fingers accidentally touched the back of Fu Jiuqu's hand.

She didn't take it seriously, but Fu Jiuqu took his hand back.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a weird freezing point.

Fu Jiuqu did not ask who the "other person" was.

Xin Yi didn't even guess.

There are too many people and too many voices surrounding the case.

She had a vague feeling that whether it was Fu Jiuqu or herself, whether they liked it or not, they were already in the whirlpool of a storm, and had to face the surging undercurrent and the coming huge waves...

Death is the end for most people, but not for Xinyi.

What she fears is not the death of the character, but the inability to leave this illusory space and return to her own world...

Thinking of this, Xin Yi felt more and more cold in this winter night. She shivered and even the charcoal stove could not warm her.

"Duan Sui." Fu Jiuqu suddenly turned his head and spoke.

Duan Sui walked in with a smile and raised his hands, "What are your instructions, Lord Nine?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "It's windy and cold at night, so prepare some food and wine to send to Mr. Zeng."

Before his voice fell, he lowered his eyes.

"I'll give you some here, I'm hungry."

Duan Sui said: "Master, the lamb wine and lychee stuffed that I bought at Longjin Bridge that day were also delicious. You should try them. There are also Granny Chen's roasted meat, fried frozen fish heads, spicy feet, Zhou

There is also a new game shop in Qiao. The badger meat is very fresh. If I want to use it, my subordinates will go and buy it as soon as possible..."

Fu Jiuqu turned the jade ring on his hand.

"Go and come back quickly."

Bianjing City, which has no curfew, has a rich night life for the first time in the history of the dynasties. Xinyi has been coveting this for a long time. She did not expect that Guangling County Prince would also "understand the suffering of the people" and eat late-night food stalls. She was very happy

, and by the way, reported several snacks that he was optimistic about to Duan Sui.

When Duan Sui saw her commanding him, he almost had another seizure.

Fortunately, he saw Fu Jiuqu's cold eyes and shut up in time.

It was very fast to go to Longjin Bridge from the princess's mansion. Not long after, Duan Sui came back and gave some food to Zeng Qinda and his entourage, and put the rest in the Nuan Pavilion.

The smell of food and wine made Xin Yi's stomach growl unsatisfactorily. She was in high spirits and rubbed her hands, "Prince, you don't need to pay for it, right?"

Fu Jiuqu looked at him calmly, "Of course... I will give it."

Xin Yi squinted his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and was defeated, "So stingy?! OK, I owe you first."

Let’s talk after eating.

She reached for the chopsticks without being polite to Fu Jiuqu. Especially thinking about the upcoming prison life, she found the food even more delicious.

The night was quiet, with warm wine in his throat, and sitting in a warm room, Xin Yi suddenly felt that this time-travel journey was very complete, at least at this moment...

Fu Jiuqu stood up and left.

When I came back, I threw a small medicine bottle on the table.

"Serve with warm water."

Xin Yi smiled and asked: "What is this?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her and said, "The food in the night market is not very clean. If you are not afraid of being embarrassed in prison, you don't need to use it."

Xin Yi was a little surprised that Fu Jiuqu was so considerate?

However, his words reminded Xin Yi that a place like a prison cell was tolerable. If he had diarrhea, he would really not be able to survive.

"Thank you so much, Prince."

Xin Yi pulled out the stopper and smelled it as usual, then poured out two pills. As soon as he stuffed them into his mouth, he heard Fu Jiuqu chuckle and taunt him.

"Do you have a dog's nose? You smell everything!"

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, the pill got stuck in his throat, he coughed so much that tears came out, and he almost choked to death.

"Ahem, next time the prince makes a joke, don't be so clever, it will kill you."

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes and sat like an old monk in meditation.

He asked for so much food, but he didn't even move his chopsticks. Xin Yi vaguely remembered that this guy was a bit germy, and then he realized that it was probably because Fu Jiuqu didn't want to eat the food she had touched.

Thinking about it this way, she felt embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry." She put down her chopsticks, "I'm full. If the prince dislikes it, I can take it back and eat again tomorrow..."

Duan Sui looked at her in shock.

Is this eating and taking at the same time? How can you be so thick-skinned?

Fu Jiuqu's expression remained as usual and he gave a cold expression.

"Little Zhang..."

Xin Yi raised his eyes: "The prince doesn't want to? Then forget it. I thought it would be a pity if you don't eat it. Your house probably doesn't eat overnight food, so why don't I take it back..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her and his voice was slightly low.

"Zhang Yaozhuo has reported the case to the officials. In order to take credit and embarrass the Cao family, he said he would resort to some dirty tricks. You should learn to be smart while you are in prison. Mrs. Zhang is a good chess player."

It was rare to hear Fu Jiuqu's praise, and Xin Yi's pretty eyes slightly curved.

"They have no evidence, so they can't make it up out of thin air, right?"

Fu Jiuqu narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly, "Idiot, the case is in the hands of some people. Whether there is evidence or not, it doesn't matter."

What matters is the attitude of the officials. The smell of gunfire surrounding this case is not only the case itself, but also the intrigues between the former dynasty and the harem.

Xin Yi replayed the phrase "fool" repeatedly in his mind, and suddenly found it funny.

"Has the prince discovered that those three different secret letters are just provoking conflicts and adding fuel to the fire?"

"Yeah." Fu Jiuqu looked calm.
To be continued...