In the early morning, everything was silent, and a trace of white fish on the horizon appeared carefully soaking the light blue sky in the distance.

"Sir, Sir."

The tranquility of Xin'an Mansion was broken by the rapid shouts. Jiang Xixi was waiting outside Cheng Muyou's bedroom with a copper basin. Seeing the servant rushing in all the way, he hurriedly made a gesture to silence him, "What's the name? I haven't had a good rest for so many days, don't wake him up."

But before she finished speaking, Cheng Muyou's sleepiness was heard from the window, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xixi shook her head helplessly and glared at the servant, "Tell me, early in the morning, it was like seeing a ghost, what was so anxious?"

The servant wiped the sweat from running out, "Sir, although the young man didn't see a ghost, he was almost the same as he was a ghost. This morning, the young man went to the market to buy vegetables. Unexpectedly, he heard a message. What do you think, all the dead people in Qifenglou came back last night."

The bedroom door was pushed open from the inside, and Cheng Muyou stood in the middle of the door in a middle garment, with his long eyebrows frowned, "What did you say? Who is back?"

The servant swallowed, "That's all, Xiao Jian, Aunt Hua and that girl Qingchen. I heard from the people at the market that they returned to Qifeng Tower last night, which scared the people at the door, thinking that they were resentful ghosts and returned to their souls, but in the end they realized that they were not ghosts, but humans, living people. According to these three people, they have been trapped in a cave these days, and they have food and drinks inside, but the entrance of the cave was blocked by a big rock and could not be pushed open. However, last night, the big stone suddenly loosened, and they escaped."

"Did they see who pushed the stone away?"

"I asked for it specifically, but the mountains were so dark that it seemed. I was afraid that the three of them would go down the mountain and climb. It was a blessing that they didn't fall below the cliff, let alone observe if there were anyone."

"How is it possible? I have been to the case site, and there is so much blood flowing, how can people still have a way out?" Jiang Xixi said suspiciously.

"How is it impossible? Are those bloods necessarily their blood?" Cheng Muyou's voice became lower and lower. Finally, he lowered his eyes and stared at the floor in front of him quietly, as if he wanted to see through it.

"Sir, I don't quite understand." Jiang Xixi said softly from the side.

“We were plotted from the beginning…”

"What? Who dares to plot against the government?"

Cheng Muyou didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he suddenly smiled, with a little self-deprecating and relieved. He turned his eyes to the other side of the courtyard wall, "Whether you are being used or led by the nose, in short, the ending is good now, why should we care?"

Yan Niang was cooking, stewing quail with Yuzhu lilies. The pot of soup had been boiled for three hours. The meat was crispy and the soup base was as white as milk. It was just about to be released.

He squatted beside his right ear and stared at him. His paws were about to touch the spoon, but Yan Niang blew heavily on the back of his hand. "Did you forget it hurt? All internal organs are injured. If you pour another bowl of hot soup, do you think you live long?" As she said that, she served a bowl of soup and brought it to the stone table in the yard, gently blowing the white air on it.

My right ear smiled at her, and when I smiled, I pulled the wound and grinned in pain, "Girl, if you appeared that Buddhist scripture a few hours later, I would probably be scattered."

"Although the stinky monk's robes are powerful, I didn't expect that your monkey's soul is made of lotus flowers in front of the Buddha and can be attached to the Buddhist scriptures. As long as the body does not rot, there will be a chance to return to the soul. Moreover, I also helped me find the place where they buried their bodies." After saying that, she put the bowl of soup in front of her right ear, "Drink it in a small sip, and the soul-raising ginseng is added to the soup. Now your three souls and seven spirits have not yet fully returned to your position. It can help you calm your mind."

He took a sip of the soup with his right ear, and shook his head with his teeth bared, "Girl, how much salt have you put? I'm afraid I'm not trying to kill me."

"The good medicine is bitter. As a spiritual monkey, why can't you quit your appetite?" Yan Niang stood up and walked aside with a embarrassed look on her face.

She glanced at her right ear and was about to say that the skills were poor, but she wanted to make excuses. But when she looked up, she saw her walking to the woodshed and looking in thoughtfully.

"Kang Yun's soul has been hiding here. It must be because it is separated from Xin'an Mansion. She hopes that one day, the Han family case can bring revenge and the undead that sink to the bottom of the river can also rest in peace."

"But nine years have passed in this case. Over the years, hasn't a county magistrate heard her cry?"

"It's different from not hearing or not listening. Cheng Muyou is different from a body with a body, but he takes Kang Yun's affairs to heart."

Put down the spoon in his right ear and walked around her, "Girl, listen to your tone, it seems that he has changed a lot about Cheng Muyou?"

Yan Niang mentioned the corner of her mouth, "Change? I realized that I could not see through him more and more." After that, she turned around and walked towards the yard gate, "You should recuperate well, I'll go out."

"Where are you going?" The right ear chased out the door, but the alley was empty, but there was no trace of a person there. He shook his head and smiled, "I quit food, I have quit lust now, and my body is indeed getting lighter and lighter."

The spring rain had just stopped and the earth was green and green. Yan Niang stood on the edgeless grassland, her eyes closed, holding a bell with one hand, and shook it three times at the sky.

A dark cloud floated from the sky, and soon it spread out like gray cotton wool, covering every blue sky. The cold wind swept across, and the snowflakes fell down. In less than half an hour, it covered the grassland. The white area where the eyes were, washed away all the dust in the world.

"Mr. Song, now, I can't erect a stone tablet for you, the elders of the Song family, can only see you off with a heavy snow." The snowflakes fell down and built her into a snowman, but she was unmoved. Her eyes passed through the dark clouds to look for the sunshine behind: escaping from the dark rock, and being injustice Mo Xue, don't worry, one day, I will find justice for you.

Cheng Muyou was writing again. This time, there was only one name on the white paper: Song Mingzhe.

Ten years ago, he was the magistrate of Xin'an County. Ten years later, he was punished by his whole family for being ingredient in one book. Are these two things really unrelated?

While concentrating on his mind, an anxious cry suddenly came from outside the courtyard, "Sir, the imperial edict has arrived."

The imperial edict? Cheng Muyou was stunned and quickly walked out of the study. He knelt on his knees and buried his head between his arms in front of the gradually approaching figure.

"According to my order: I heard that the Xin'an Mansion Constable Jiang Xixi was gentle and kind, and had outstanding character and good looks. I would like to be your son Yu Guoyan, the son of Yu Fang, who chose a good date to get married. I admire this."
Chapter completed!