Mu Zhuohua hummed a song and returned to Liuyun Pavilion, but he had already missed the climax. The audience outside the venue excitedly and eagerly discussed what had just happened. Mu Zhuohua couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew that they kept repeating the three words "Shen Jinghong".

Seeing Mu Zhuohua coming, Guo Juli complained, "Miss, why did you come just now? Just now, Young Master Jinghong was drinking wine and competing with the scholars in poetry. It was so exciting!"

Mu Zhuohua smiled and said, "I went to worship the Buddha. It's been a while since we last met, and you changed your name to Young Master Jinghong?" Guo Juli's eyes lit up with admiration, "He is so amazing. Just now, more than a dozen people were competing with him in poetry. He slowly poured a glass of wine and held the pen with both hands, writing poems with his left hand and lyrics with his right hand. Before the wine was cold, he had written ten poems and lyrics. Each one is a stunning work and full of heroic spirit!"

Mu Zhuohua glanced and said, "You have also learned a lot of lyrics, all of which are four characters long."

Guo Juli touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I heard it from others."

"It seems that the reputation of this poetry demon needs to be changed." Mu Zhuohua said thoughtfully.

"You know this too. Now everyone calls him the Poet Saint." Guo Juli's face was full of longing, but suddenly his face changed, "Miss, something bad has happened!"

Mu Zhuohua was shocked, "What's wrong with me?"

Guo Juli said seriously, "The price of paper in Dingjing is going to go up again. Let's stock up more."

Mu Zhuohua laughed and said, "I thought it was a big deal. Look at this."

As Mu Zhuohua spoke, he stuffed a silver note of five hundred taels into Guo Juli's hand. Guo Juli looked down and opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"This... this..." Guo Juli was so scared that he quickly stuffed the banknote into his arms, looking at Mu Zhuohua with a pale face, "Miss, forging a banknote will result in death..."

Mu Zhuohua rolled his eyes and tapped Guo Juli's forehead, "What are you thinking, this is true."

Guo Juli didn't believe it: "Where did you get so much money!"

Mu Zhuohua said, "Didn't I just pray to the Buddha? Maybe the Buddha saw my sincerity and let me pick up the money."

Guo Juli still looked suspicious: "This is not one or two taels, but five hundred taels."

Mu Zhuohua nodded and said, "Yes, look at so many famous nobles on the mountain today, they don't have change on them. Look at my father, would he carry small change when he goes out? Any one of them would cost hundreds of taels."

Guo Juli listened and agreed, "That's right, the master never carries a banknote worth less than five hundred taels."

"So, I'm just so lucky that I picked up a five hundred tael banknote." Mu Zhuohua was complacent.

Guo Juli still had doubts: "Then... should we find the owner?"

Mu Zhuohua waved his hand: "Anyone who has lost so much money will not care about these five hundred taels. When will my father feel bad for losing five hundred taels?"

Guo Juli was convinced again.

Mu Zhuohua put his hands together and said: "Anyone who lost money must be disrespectful to the Bodhisattva, so the Bodhisattva let me pick up the money. All this is arranged by the Bodhisattva."

Guo Juli was simply convinced. The young lady was indeed the person closest to the gods, who could understand the Bodhisattva's mind.

The master and servant went down the mountain contentedly.

Guo Juli said: "Miss, I will also wish the Bodhisattva a happy birthday next year."

Mu Zhuohua: "Hahahahaha..."

In order to pick up five hundred taels for Mu Zhuohua, Guo Juli prepared a sumptuous dinner and bought two large baskets of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, which were much higher than the usual ones. The five hundred taels were gone in a blink of an eye. The rest was divided into several parts by Guo Juli and hidden in every unimaginable corner of the house.

Mu Zhuohua said while chewing his hoof: "Juli, don't forget it yourself in the end."

Guo Juli said seriously: "Other things can be forgotten, but this one can't be forgotten. I will check it once a day."

Mu Zhuohua laughed: "Don't waste your heart, wait for the young lady to take you to a prosperous future, and we will not carry less than 500 taels of bills when we go out in the future."

Guo Juli rolled his eyes: "Young lady, just brag, the Bodhisattva can still let you pick up money every day."

Mu Zhuohua smiled without saying anything.

Her relationship with Prince Ding is not solid now. At the beginning, she was still a little afraid of this legendary demon god, but after several attempts, she can probably be sure of one thing-Prince Ding is not only not bloodthirsty, but also a little easy to talk to.

Today, she showed Prince Ding her strengths and also sold her weaknesses to him-a subordinate who is a little capable and greedy for money will be more convenient to use.

Mu Zhuohua learned a truth from her father. For big people, things that can be solved with money are not a problem.

The two had known each other for a short time and had a delicate relationship. If she pushed too far and wanted Prince Ding to praise her like the eldest prince, Prince Ding would certainly be dissatisfied. But if she just asked for some money, he would definitely give it to her readily, and at the same time, he would have the illusion that "this person is easy to deal with." Prince Ding was relieved and she got money, and they both got what they needed.

Next, Prince Ding should pursue three clues at the same time. The first is the record of the Zhixian Fruit, the second is Gu Yixiao's life experience, and the third is the corpse of Deputy General Yuan.

Mu Zhuohua didn't know the life experience of her biological mother, and even the word Gu might not be her real surname, but her mother still remembered a lot of medical knowledge after losing her memory, which showed that this was the influence of her family since childhood. Mu Zhuohua guessed that her grandfather was very likely related to the Imperial Hospital. But she didn't tell Prince Ding about this. After all, she didn't know about it herself. What if Prince Ding found out that her grandfather was the one who murdered him and killed her?

Mu Zhuohua thought that she had to check her mother's life experience as soon as possible, at least before Prince Ding.

As the Spring Examination was approaching, more people came to Dingjing, and a tense atmosphere spread among the scholars.

Mu Zhuohua was the only exception. While others were studying behind closed doors, she was wandering around.

Mu Zhuohua remembered some things that Gu Yixiao told her when she was a child. They were all fragmented memories, but they were deeply imprinted in Gu Yixiao's mind. Gu Yixiao remembered that she was very afraid of her father when she was a child. Her father was very strict and would hit her hand if she recited the medical book incorrectly. But her mother was very gentle. She would apply medicine to her hands while accompanying her to recite the book. She remembered that her home was very big and she liked to play hide-and-seek with the maids. Once she hid in the gap of the rockery and fell asleep. No one found her. She woke up in the middle of the night and saw a cat with green eyes, which scared her. She was still afraid of cats until she grew up. Gu Yixiao also remembered that there was a hot spring at home. There was an apricot tree next to the spring. Once she climbed up the tree to pick apricots, but fell into the water and almost lost her life. She was afraid of water since then...

Mu Zhuohua analyzed it and knew that her grandfather was probably an imperial physician, and his status was not low, otherwise it would be impossible for him to live in a big house with a yard, rockery and hot springs in Dingjing. There is another very important thing. Gu Yixiao clearly remembers that one night she woke up and saw her father digging a hole under the apricot tree, as if hiding something.

Most of the things that are hidden are great secrets. Mu Zhuohua originally wanted to wait until she became an official before digging out the secret, but the matter of Prince Ding made her feel vaguely uneasy, fearing that this secret would bring about a fatal disaster.

Mu Zhuohua only knew that Gu Yixiao fell into a brothel about 20 years ago, so the time when her grandfather had an accident was at least 20 years ago. The time distance was too far away, and it was difficult for her as an ordinary citizen to inquire about the news. Mu Zhuohua spent a lot of time going to the old city and asking some aunties. She had a tender and honest face, spoke sweetly, and could even give two extra bunches of green onions when buying vegetables, not to mention that it was just gossip, but she did get some rumors that she didn't know whether they were true or false.

It turns out that being an imperial physician is not an easy job. I don’t know if it’s because the imperial physicians are not good at medicine. Every year, some nobles die in the palace, including concubines, princes and princesses. The emperor would vent his anger in grief, and these mediocre doctors could only die to apologize. In this way, every few years, an imperial physician would be buried with the nobles, and there were two most tragic cases. One was twenty-six years ago, when the emperor’s concubine Yun had a difficult labor and hemorrhage, and many people

in the imperial hospital resigned. The other time was twenty years ago, when the current Emperor Zhaoming was in power, the then crown prince Liu Ju was seriously ill, and the imperial hospital failed to take good care of him, and many people were also stripped of their official hats. Most of these imperial physicians live at the root of the imperial city, so that they can be quickly in an emergency, which is the row of houses closest to the palace in Dongcheng District. Imperial physicians come and go, and the

houses of the imperial physicians are always changing, roughly in that range. Mu Zhuohua also asked which courtyard had a hot spring.

The ladies all laughed: "The imperial physician is not a duke, how can he afford a hot spring pool."

Mu Zhuohua was stunned - did he guess wrong?

That night, Mu Zhuohua was drawing a map of Dongcheng District at her desk when she suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the roof. She hurriedly covered the drawing paper.

Before she could react, the door outside opened and a young swordsman with an expressionless face stood there. He was the one named Zhimo.

Zhimo said, "The prince wants to see you."

Mu Zhuohua shivered in the cold wind and said, "I'll change my clothes."

Zhimo said, "No need. The prince is waiting."

He grabbed Mu Zhuohua's sleeve and walked out. Mu Zhuohua was pulled and stumbled out involuntarily.

There were two horses parked at the door. Zhimo climbed onto one of them and looked down at Mu Zhuohua.

Mu Zhuohua took a breath: "Little brother, I am a weak scholar, how can I ride a horse?"

Zhimo frowned and said: "This horse is very docile, hold the reins tightly, clamp your legs against the horse's belly, and it will run naturally."

"Easy to say..."

Before Mu Zhuohua finished speaking, Zhimo impatiently jumped off the horse, picked up Mu Zhuohua by the back of the collar, and threw her onto the horse.

"Hold on!" Zhimo said, and patted the horse's butt, and the horse immediately ran away.

Mu Zhuohua widened his eyes in horror, and immediately lay on the horse's back, clinging to the horse tightly with his limbs.

Zhimo also jumped on the horse and immediately chased after it. The two horses quickly disappeared at the end of the long street.

Liu Yan and Zhijian waited at the city gate for less than a moment, and saw two horses running fast. He looked at it intently and was immediately stunned.

Zhimo stopped his horse and saluted Liu Yan: "Your Highness, the person is here."

On the other horse, Mu Zhuohua was covered in snot and tears, her face was pale, and her legs were shaking.

"I, I... I can't do it anymore..." Mu Zhuohua's voice was shaking.

Liu Yan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I asked you to bring her here, but not in this way..."

Zhimo was helpless: "I didn't know she couldn't ride a horse. In the middle of the night, the carriage is too conspicuous."

Liu Yan said: "You can take her with you."

Zhimo was resistant: "Your Highness, she is a woman."

Liu Yan looked at Zhijian's murderous face, sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to Mu Zhuohua: "Come here, I'll be here right away."

Mu Zhuohua's voice was shaking: "I can't move..."

Liu Yan squeezed the horse's belly and came to Mu Zhuohua's side. With a long arm, he lifted Mu Zhuohua from the horse's back and dropped her in front of him.

Mu Zhuohua sat on the horse's back sideways and hugged Liu Yan with both hands.

"Where to go... Can I not go... My stomach is about to burst..." Mu Zhuohua said breathlessly.

Liu Yan said: "We have found the body of Deputy General Yuan. If we hurry up, we can get there in one day."

"One day..." Mu Zhuohua almost fainted.

Liu Yan hugged Mu Zhuohua tighter, looked down at her face, and said: "Hold on."

The four horses ran wildly in the night wind. Mu Zhuohua closed her eyes and buried her head in Liu Yan's arms. The cold wind made her shiver. She originally planned to wear something thicker, but Zhimo couldn't wait. She only wore two single clothes, which could not resist the cold wind at all. Liu Yan felt Mu Zhuohua's thin body trembling, so he gathered the cloak and covered her whole body. After a long time, the cloak gradually became warm. The fragrance of Jialuo with Liu Yan's body temperature relieved Mu Zhuohua's discomfort. She couldn't help but sniff it hard - what an expensive smell...

At dawn, the four arrived at an inn. Liu Yan found that Mu Zhuohua had fallen asleep, so he carried her and got off the horse.

The noise woke Mu Zhuohua up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She saw Zhijian feeding the horses, and Zhimo knocked on the door of the post station and told them to prepare hot food.

Mu Zhuohua followed Liu Yan into the post station, found a table and chairs to sit down, and Zhimo quickly made a pot of tea.

Mu Zhuohua sneezed, and her nose and eyes were a little red.

"Bear it, it will be evening soon." Liu Yan said, pushing the freshly poured tea to Mu Zhuohua.

Mu Zhuohua picked up the teacup, blew on it, and drank it all in one breath.

Not long after, four bowls of hot noodle soup and pancakes were served.

Mu Zhuohua wolfed down a bowl of noodle soup and two pancakes, and then burped lightly. Liu Yan sat opposite her, and his eating speed was not slow, but he seemed neither hurried nor slow, with an elegant posture.

"Your Highness..." Mu Zhuohua spoke with a slight nasal sound, obviously having caught a cold, "Do you have to take me with you? I will be taking part in the imperial examination in a few days, so I have to study behind closed doors these days."

Liu Yan said, "It is not appropriate for too many people to know about this now. You are proficient in medicine and toxicology, and you are brave, so you can act as a coroner by the way. As for the imperial examination..." Liu Yan chuckled, "You have been wandering around the city every day these days, and I have never seen you study behind closed doors."

Mu Zhuohua choked, and after a moment of hesitation, he muttered, "I'm just afraid that the back and forth will waste time and I will not be able to make it in time for the imperial examination."

Liu Yan put down his chopsticks, "In that case, let's set off immediately."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, he stood up and walked out. Mu Zhuohua was dumbfounded: "Hey, that's not what I meant..."

The sword holder next to him suddenly drew out a sharp sword and looked at Mu Zhuohua with indifference.

Mu Zhuohua looked at the sword edge, then at the eyes of the man holding the sword, and laughed dryly: "What I mean is... we can go faster..."

Setting off again, Liu Yan and Mu Zhuohua changed to another horse and let the previous one rest. After taking turns like this, the four horses kept running at high speed and finally arrived at their destination at sunset.