Such a harvest was something worth celebrating, but considering Gu Xuanyan lying next to him, Zhang San could only suppress his excitement.

Although Zhang San told himself that he was just the carrier of the trumpet's memory, not the other party himself.

But because of the system's meticulous memory bridging technology, even if the self did nothing, Zhang San couldn't help but feel that he was mentally cheating.

In this situation, it would be fine if he was facing other people, but when facing Gu Xuanyan, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

As a poet with a romantic heart, Zhang San has always believed that there is true love in this world. Unfortunately, due to psychological reasons, he also believes that people like him will never have love.

However, as a man who has received systematic education, Zhang San will not shirk the responsibilities he should bear.

This is his responsibility to Gu Xuanyan, and also his respect for marriage and the law.

People who prefer orderly beauty are sometimes so unreasonable.

However, just as Zhang San was trying to suppress his joy, the cold bedding beside him told him that the other party had left for a long time.

After suddenly opening his eyes and finding that it was still hazy outside the window, Zhang San finally let go of his worry. It was not that he was making a fuss, but the frequency of ghost outbreaks in Zhenjiang Prefecture made him frown.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and before he could even open his eyes to look for Gu Xuanyan, the candlelight in the dental room next door had already attracted all his attention.

The green gauze awaits the spring moon while the harp is tuned, while the red sleeves add fragrance to the night reading.

This is the young student's initial yearning for love, but when it is placed on Gu Xuanyan, it does not seem abrupt at all.

To be honest, with the memory of the small trumpet as support, Zhang San can be considered a man who has been around many flowers. With power as a guarantee, it is not difficult for him to find a few most beautiful ones among the flowers.

But what was surprising was that, looking at Gu Xuanyan who was frowning under the candlelight, at this moment, Zhang San could be sure that no one's figure could overshadow the woman in front of him.

"Hasn't the casualty statistics been handed over to Brother Xianyou? Why do you still have to do it yourself?"

Even though her husband neither gave her a warm hug nor pretended to put a piece of clothing on her.

But because he knew the other person's character very well, in such a situation, it was a big improvement for him to walk in quietly.

However, just like men who are greedy for power, women are just as possessive in their emotions.

It would have been better if Zhang San had not come. As soon as Zhang San came in, Gu Xuanyan, who was originally immersed in counting, calmly folded her shoulders. Especially when she spoke, she even rubbed her already warm palms inadvertently.

What all of this is for is self-evident.

Not to mention Zhang San's insight, any man who is a little bit careful can notice the other party's little move that is mastered to perfection.

Gu Xuanyan's grasp of the distance between the two sexes is very accurate. If she were an ordinary person, she would not be able to resist such a sugar-coated bullet. It's a pity that such a person found a man who doesn't understand romance.

After acting for a long time around her husband and realizing that he didn't care at all, Gu Xuanyan, who was on her own, secretly waved her fist at him and then focused her attention on the information.

"It's more than just a simple statistics. Didn't the White Tiger Commander say that he would help transfer a team of 1,000 soldiers? In addition to Xingsheng Street which was razed to the ground last time, the report this time also needs to be rechecked.

Although he is the third place in the imperial examination, Magistrate Sun has just arrived. He will be your teammate in the future, so you can't just pass this mess to him."

Gu Xuanyan, who has fought in the business world, naturally understands the importance of social etiquette, especially when facing the thorn in the side, Sun Xianyou. Zhang San herself may not care, but she has to ensure that the other party will not catch any handle on her husband.

With the couple's relationship as a support, Zhang San felt relieved to leave the logistics to Gu Xuanyan. However, when he was casually flipping through the account books, a file that appeared inexplicably caught his attention.

Pointing at the sentence that Gu Xuanyan had written down with a red pen, Zhang San asked curiously.

"Is there anything wrong with what Master Fayan said? Is it worth copying?"

When faced with daily trivialities, Gu Xuanyan can naturally use the excuse of spiceing up her life to be a little bit temperamental, but when dealing with work, her rigorous attitude is even not inferior to Zhang San.

Coupled with the natural delicacy of women, Gu Xuanyan's words often give Zhang San special inspiration.

There was no time to maintain her ladylike demeanor. After taking out the statistical report buried under the account book, Gu Xuanyan said with a serious face.

"According to Master Fayan's investigation, in the past three years, a total of 630 people have died from drowning in the Grand Canal. However, according to the coroner's autopsy report, only 598 of them died from drowning.

The cause of death for the remaining people was respiratory paralysis and suffocation. The so-called drowning was simply the result of the bodies being soaked in water.

In addition to this, I also found from the Taiping County files that five similar poisoning cases occurred in the past two days.

One was an accident, two were coincidences, so how do we describe more than thirty?"

Due to the urgency of dealing with the City God Temple, Zhang San had not had time to look through these files before. However, after listening to Gu Xuanyan's explanation and carefully reading the coroner's autopsy report, Zhang San spoke uncertainly.

"Looking at this report, it seems to be about 50% similar to death from nerve toxin poisoning, but before I see the body, I can't say for sure what the specific situation is."

Seeing that Zhang San had already entered the state, Gu Xuanyan beside him no longer concealed it.

"Although settling accounts is boring, it does give me a chance to review the past. My husband, have you ever thought about one thing?"

"explain."

"If we assume that the purpose of all the arrangements made by the forces behind the scenes from the beginning of the ghost plague in Zhenjiang Prefecture to the present is to bring down the Buddha, then their intentions are not difficult to trace.

First, three years ago, Madam Fan was placed in Taiping County. In addition to covering up the statue of the descended Buddha, she was also asked to build the Tengyun Bridge and continue to commit murders to extract karma. With the cover of the official identity of the Dajin Dynasty, her actions could be said to be done without anyone noticing.

In addition, the mastermind behind the scenes began to commit murders in other places in Zhenjiang Prefecture, and with the help of the canal, transported the evil spirits and karma to the City God Temple in Taiping County.

In order to conceal their true intentions, it is understandable that they put Taiping County last. Moreover, judging from the frequent ghost plagues before, the other party also wants to make us exhausted in dealing with them and buy time for the incarnation of the Buddha.

If you, my husband, were not decisive enough, once the other party came perfectly, I am afraid it would be too late to regret everything, but why..."

"Why would the other side use the canal to commit murder when there is a City God Temple as a cover? Doesn't this give us an opportunity to create friction? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"There is also a group of people who don't want to see the other party's plan to become the Buddha go too smoothly."