Jiang Wei pushes Jiang Cha to Gu Fei.
Gu feishun took ginger tea from the ground and drank it slowly.
Jiang Weiwei still held his hand until his fingers turned from cold to warm.
Finally, I didn't forget to tell: "wear more clothes when you go out in the future. If you get cold and sick, I won't serve you."
Gu Fei smiled: "I'm in good health and won't get cold."
"No matter how good your health is, you can't take your health seriously. I tell you, you have to take advantage of your youth and maintain it more. In the future, you can have fewer diseases and fewer disasters when you are old."
Gu Fei took her hand and put it in his generous palm. He said in a warm voice, "I know."
Fu Qi looked at the way the couple loved each other and gently fiddled with the Buddha beads with his fingers. He was very envious.
Although he is the son of the Marquis and has unlimited scenery, once he enters the Marquis, he is as deep as the sea. All the calculations in the deep house and courtyard are murderous without blood. From small to large, he has seen many brothers turn against each other and become enemies between husband and wife. Even himself has stained his hands with blood for self-protection.
Especially since his mother died, he has been alone. His father is not bad for him, but his father has too many children. If he shares them, he gets very little attention.
Over the years, no one has asked him whether his clothes are warm or whether his porridge is warm.
No wonder Gu Fei would rather give up his bright future than stay in the countryside and live in peace with his daughter-in-law.
If it were him, he would not be willing to give up such a good little day and run to Bianjing city to fight openly and secretly.
Fu Qizheng was fascinated. The two servants hurried back.
They delivered a letter.
Zhao Zhong explained: "my subordinates squatted near the county government, caught a yamen from the county government, knocked him unconscious, and found this letter from him."
Fu Qi took the letter, took out the letter paper, read it from beginning to end, and a smile appeared on his face: "brother Gu expected it to be good. Xie Qingquan really tipped off Xu Jinhe."
Xie Qingquan wrote sun Ergang's murder in his letter and asked whether Xu Jinhe was really involved in the case? If Xu Jinhe really ordered to kill, please ask Xu Jinhe to find a way to clean up the mess.
Xie Qingquan didn't make it very clear in his letter, but everyone understood the meaning.
The so-called tidying up the mess should be to kill sun Ergang and cut off the clues. Naturally, the case can be settled.
Fu Qi handed the letter paper to Gu Fei.
Jiang Weiwei came to Gu Fei and read the letter with him.
After reading the letter, Gu Fei returned the letter to Fu Qi and asked, "is there anything else besides this letter?"
Zhao Zhong replied, "no more."
"What about the messenger yamen?"
"The Yamen was knocked unconscious by us and hid."
Gu Fei thought: "go and take off his clothes, dress up as a yamen servant and deliver the letter to the Xu family. You remember to tell Xu Jinhe that the matter is very urgent. You must reply immediately. When Xu Jinhe gives you the reply, you will come to us with the letter. "
Zhao Zhong and Zhao Wu did not answer, but looked at Fu Qi. Seeing Fu Qi nodding, they replied: "let's do it now."
Gu Fei folded the letter paper and gave it back to them.
Xie Qingquan was in a hurry when he wrote a letter. In addition, he didn't expect someone to grab the letter in the middle, so he didn't seal it with wax mud. This is convenient for Gu Fei and them. They don't have to spend time to seal it again.
Zhao Zhong took the envelope and left with Zhao Wu.
After they left the teahouse, they returned to the alley where they had just stunned.
No one comes to this alley all year round. It is very remote. It is full of sundries and high courtyard walls on both sides.
Zhao Zhong and Zhao Wu picked out a unconscious yamen from the pile of sundries and quickly took off their clothes. Because Zhao Wu was similar to the yamen, Zhao Wu changed into the Yamen's clothes.
After dressing up, Zhao Wu left the alley with his letter and hurried to Xu's house.
Zhao Zhong stayed where he was and guarded the Yamen who was still sleeping, so that he wouldn't run around when he woke up and ruin the Shizi's business.
Zhao Wu knocked on the door of Xu's house.
Seeing Zhao Wu's official clothes, the porter quickly showed a flattering smile, asked briefly, and quickly let people into the courtyard.
Soon, Zhao Wu was taken to the hall building and met Xu Jinhe.
Xu Jinhe is now so thin that his cheeks are sunken and his eyes are black. Coupled with his dark eyes and pale skin without a trace of blood color, he looks particularly cold and fierce.
People in the family no longer dare to look directly at him, nor dare to approach him unless necessary.
Even the well-informed Zhao Wu was slightly stunned when he saw Xu Jinhe's appearance. Then he hugged his hands and bowed.
"Xu Juren, the county Lord specially ordered his subordinates to deliver the letter."
Xu Jinhe looked at him up and down and asked coldly, "where's the letter?"
Zhao Wu took out a letter from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.
Housekeeper Zheng immediately came forward, took the letter, then took two steps and handed it over to Xu Jinhe.
Xu Jinhe first looked at the envelope. There was no wax mud seal. He couldn't help frowning. Then he took out a thin letter paper from it and opened it and looked at it carefully.
After he read it, his face was as gloomy as water.
But he didn't say anything. He just crumpled the letter paper into a ball little by little, and then looked coldly at housekeeper Zheng standing next to him.
Housekeeper Zheng was so cold that he hurriedly asked, "what can I do for you, sir?"
Xu Jinhe threw the paper ball directly on him: "look for yourself."
Housekeeper Zheng quickly catches the paper ball, unfolds it carefully, and then looks at it carefully.
When he finished reading the contents of the letter, he turned pale, fell to his knees and begged, "Sir, it's my fault, it's my incompetence!"
Then he began to slap himself in the face!
Zhao Wu bowed his head and didn't go to see housekeeper Zheng. He just heard the crisp sound of the slap in the face, and could guess how hard housekeeper Zheng hit.
Xu Jinhe didn't manage steward Zheng any more. Steward Zheng kept pumping his mouth. He looked at Zhao Wu again and asked, "what else did the county magistrate say?"
Zhao Wu said, "Lord Xian Zun said it was urgent. I hope Xu Ju people can reply as soon as possible."
Xu Jinhe answered, then looked at housekeeper Zheng, who was still slapping himself in the face, and said coolly, "OK, don't fight. Go and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me. I want to reply to Lord Xian Zun."
Steward Zheng, if pardoned, immediately stopped, kowtowed and thanked, and then got up from the ground.
At this time, both his cheeks had been beaten red and swollen, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
But he could only bear the pain and hurried to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
He pushed Xu Jinhe to the book case.
Xu Jinhe picked up his brush, gave a slight meal, and then brushed it up.
Soon a letter was finished.
He folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope and carefully sealed it with wax mud.
When the wax mud was dry, Xu Jinhe handed the letter to Zhao Wu.
Zhao Wu came forward and took the letter with both hands.
But Xu Jinhe suddenly asked at this time.
"What's your name?"
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