"Chonglou!" Cao Yice immediately stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Don't mess around."

His voice was heavy, sounding like a consolation, but more like a warning.

Gao Minglou was even more proud. He didn't seem to notice the pain in his neck at all. He calmly stared at Fu Jiuqu.

"Come on! Beat me to death."

I have seen people who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen anyone who is not afraid of death.

There was a burst of boos from the crowd.

This Gao Minglou is using his life to insult Fu Jiuqu. At this time, he has no power to fight back. If Fu Jiuqu makes a mistake, it may kill him. Why should he gamble?

People may not understand Fu Jiuqu, but they do.

For Gao Minglou, his own life was not as important as letting Fu Jiuqu be insulted and ridiculed. That was his obsession...

"Very good." He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was mocking Gao Minglou, more like he was mocking himself. Under Cao Yi's strong pull, he slowly retracted the long sword and spread his hand towards Cheng Cang.

Cheng Cang handed over the handkerchief without saying a word.

Fu Jiuqu shook the damp white silk, lowered his head and smiled, slowly wiping the blood drops on his sword. His voice was pleasant and smiling, but there was an indescribable coolness to it.

"The blade of the sword has been fed with a first-grade magical liquid for twelve hours. It is a gift specially prepared for you..."

Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly, raised his eyes, and smiled with evil intentions.

"Enjoy it slowly on the way, no gifts!"

"Are you poisoning?" Gao Minglou's face changed color instantly. He struggled wildly with his arms in the prison car, trying to wipe the blood flowing from his neck, but the lever of the prison car restricted his movement. He couldn't struggle, so he could only let it go.

The blood dripped on his prison clothes, and then he felt the weird and sharp stinging pain on his neck.

"Fu Jiuqu, you despicable villain. You poisoned people in public. How can you be considered a hero!?"

"Just treat the other person with his own way." Fu Jiuqu gently sheathed his long sword, lazily adjusted his green and black cloak, and glanced at Cao Yi.

"My lord, please go slowly. I won't see you off!"

Cao Yi's face was as cold as ice. He turned around, leaned against his horse, and asked softly: "What kind of poison is Yipinqi Liquid?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Just let him suffer some pain. I won't miss you."

Cao Yi glared at him, "It's best this way."

Fu Jiuqu handed over his hand and said, "Bon voyage."

Cao Yi snorted, very unhappy with his behavior, but still politely handed over his hand.

"Farewell."

"Bang!" A loud noise was heard, and Gao Minglou was seen hitting the prison car heavily. He was twisting back and forth, left and right, as if he was doing some strange dance, and he let out an almost painful curse.

"Villain!"

"Fu Jiuqu!"

"You despicable, shameless, and nasty little person!"

"Give me the antidote——"

"Quick! Give me the antidote!"

Seeing the restless prison car, Fu Jiuqu and a group of guards slowly retreated to the roadside.

"Best regards, Your Majesty!"

The guards shouted in unison: "Best regards, Your Majesty!"

On the long street, the people also shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

The dragon and lion dance team soon became active. Gao Minglou's shouts were almost inaudible amidst the noisy gongs and drums. No one knew what kind of pain he suffered, the numbness and inability to scratch the pain like thousands of mosquitoes.

, which made him miserable, and his whole body seemed to be tormented in a hot oil pan...

The road to Bianjing is long and far away, the cold wind is howling, and the sky and the earth are vast.

It was the winter of the second year of Zhihe, and the strong wind carried the story far into the sky.

Almost at the same moment, the Tuofeng Ridge treasure cave, which had been dormant for a long time, was opened in the ice and snow. Boxes of gold and silver treasures were escorted by soldiers and horses from the camp and transported back to the Yangzhou government office from the high mountains.

This time, Shen Guangdong personally escorted him.

A long team was waiting outside the city. After Cao Yi's men set off and attracted the attention of the people in the city, they were secretly transported back to the city and directly sent to the Yangzhou government office.

No one was disturbed in the warehouse, and no one knew the huge amount of wealth contained in each carriage.

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The third year of Zhihe came suddenly.

After staying up all night in Tianshui Pavilion, the children got up wearing new clothes on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. They found that the yard was covered with snow, and silver ice hung on the treetops. People shuttled among them, sweeping the snow and sending New Year greetings.

Erbao was running on the snow with Huzi, followed by a chubby little yellow dog, which he had picked up from the Ninety-One Drug Store at the end of the year. He had fattened up his belly and was very proud of it.

Sannian was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and couldn't catch up with his brother, so he stamped his feet angrily.

Yi Nian sat with Xin Yi in the warm pavilion next to the flower hall, looking at his brother and sister through the window, shaking his head and sighing, and in the end he could only place his expectations on Xianyu, who could not yet speak.

"Xiao Yu'er, don't imitate them."

Xin Yi just pursed his lips and smiled, looking towards the courtyard.

There was a cat hanging on the treetop that couldn't get out of the house because it was being chased by a dog because of its novelty. Two servants had set up a bench and were stretching out their arms to coax it like their ancestors.

There are cats, dogs and children. This New Year away from the capital has not lost any happiness.

"Mother! Mother..."

Xiao Sannian suddenly ran towards Nuange.

The child is wearing new clothes, has grown taller, has a rosy little face, and looks so cute.

"Someone is coming from Beijing."

Xin Yi was startled, and quickly put the Xianyu in his arms on the small bed, told the nanny to keep an eye on it, and went out with a smile on his face, "Where is he?"

Sannian smiled happily: "They were sent by the eldest princess. They are going to the beast room now. Aunt Bai Zhi said that they brought a lot of delicious things and even sent over all the cats that Uncle Fu likes... …”

Ah? Xin Yi was surprised, "In this cold weather, the eldest princess is really thoughtful."

She went to the "Beast Room" with her three thoughts alive and kicking, but she had some understanding in her heart.

Did the eldest princess send the cats to mean that they would not be recalled by the government in a short time? She was afraid that Fu Jiuqu would not be able to think about it, so she sent them to comfort him?

Counting the days, Cao Yi and his party may have arrived in Bianjing...

Her mind sank a little, and she did not show her emotions in front of the children. After settling down the "beast" from Bianjing, she took San Nian back to her room to wait for Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu went out early.

Last year, the Caohe River was robbed, and the food, grass, and materials for the Yangzhou camp sank into the river. This winter was difficult, and there was a shortage. The transportation department had no time to distribute them, so the Yangzhou government took the responsibility. The wages and money were okay, but the food, grass, and winter clothing were not enough. But it can't be put together in a short time.

There are so many soldiers and horses in the barracks, and they all want food and clothing, and they are all looking at the governor.

Therefore, while the ladies of Xinyi are celebrating the New Year happily, Fu Jiuqu has been busy this year. He only spends New Year's Eve at home with his wife and children, and usually has no leisure all day long.

The government affairs were tight, and it was difficult to hold a big banquet in the mansion. Xin Yi asked Xiang Ling to arrange a New Year's Eve dinner, gather people together to watch the New Year's Eve, and set off fireworks and firecrackers as a celebration.

As soon as he returned to the room, Xinyi nestled in the soft quilt of the Arhat chair.

It has been cold recently, and this is her favorite and favorite place to be lazy. The bed is always tidied by a few girls. She is too embarrassed to roll on it, so she takes the quilt and moves it to the Arhat chair, and fills the kang table with snacks.

, the cabinet next to it is filled with books, and in front of it is a red-hot charcoal stove. It is warm and comfortable.

After a while, Taoyu opened the curtain and came in, smiling and saying:

"Madam, Master Jiu is back."

Xin Yi heard the sound and was about to get off the ground when Tao Yu quickly came over to support her and spread the blanket on her lap.

"Don't worry, Eunuch Sun said, Master Jiu has gone to the dungeon."

Dungeon?

Xin Yi was slightly startled, "Is he alone?"

Tao Yu said: "Weiwei Cheng and Weiwei Duan went with us. We only asked Eunuch Sun to come back and send a message, saying that he would not miss the lady's affairs..."

When Fu Jiuqu left in the morning, Xin Yi told him that on the first day of the Lunar New Year, we would take the children out together.

Then we will make dumplings for dinner at the house in the evening.

Xin Yi asked: "Did you give all the meals you sent to the dungeon to Yichuan last night?"

Taoyu nodded, and suddenly thought for a moment, "Is Master Jiu not happy with us sending the New Year's Eve dinner? Did he go to Master Qingyu to question him?"

Xin Yi shook his head, "If he had tried to stop it, the food wouldn't have been delivered. Maybe... he has some new clues?" ap.

Years ago, the relevant criminals were all dealt with separately. Those who returned to Beijing were taken away, and those who were released were released. Only Yu's mother and son have been imprisoned in prison, which is equivalent to being sentenced to prison terms with no fixed term, and their release from prison is far away.

The affairs of the Yu family involve Fu Guangyi, which is a knot in Fu Jiuqu's mind. Even Xin Yi can't interfere with it. She doesn't know what Fu Jiuqu is planning in his mind, and why the corpse placed in the red lacquer coffin in Mofang Lane is still there.

No burial...
To be continued...