The cold wind whistled, the umbrella was blown half an inch away, and the rain dripped down on the two of them.

The refreshing coolness hit, and the wind flew to the side. "What does Your Majesty think?"

"Lust Center?" Frowning, Su Yitong thought of laughing. "I'm right?"

Pursing his lips, Feng Feiyi was silent.

Su Yitong held an umbrella with one hand and hooked his neck with the other, and said scoundrelly: "Oops! Isn't it ......?"

"Your Majesty said yes." The sound of the rushing water is like a rushing river, pouring through. Feng Feiyi hooked his lips, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

Prefect's Yamen.

Yun Jue stood in the rain, and commanded the people behind him to rush into the prefect's yamen in an orderly manner. "I'm going to catch it alive."

Many people passing by stopped when they heard the movement, and looked straight in this direction with their eyes wide open.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the people in the rain seemed to be tireless, gathering more and more.

Someone whispered, "What's going on?" ”

"Do you need to ask? It must be the Holy Lord who is making trouble with the prefect! ”

"Ah...... Isn't the prefect a good official? Why did the Holy One bother him? ”

"Cut, do you even need to think about it? I can guess with my toes. ”

The eyes of the surroundings were cast one after another.

"It must be that the Holy One wants to find a substitute for the dead..."

……

Su Yitong rolled his eyes speechlessly, opened his mouth and asked, "Feng Feiyi, do I look so unbearable?" ”

Wind Wings carried her on his back. "What does Your Majesty think?!"

"I don't think so." Touching his chin, Su Yitong thought. "And don't you think I'm wise?"

"Master, Your Majesty." As soon as Yun Qing saw the figures of the two, he greeted them.

The wind flies with wings and jaws. "How's it going?"

Su Yitong jumped off his back, shook the hem of his clothes that were accidentally wet by the rain, and asked, "What about Fan Ling?!" ”

"Inside." Yun Qing glanced in the direction of the yamen, "He seemed to know that the prince would come, so he didn't escape." ”

"Really? Let's get in on there. ”

The yamen was hit by a heavy object, and Su Yitong pulled the wind wings and ran inside.

"Your Majesty." Feng Feiyi frowned, "Rain." ”

Su Yitong didn't look back. "It's fine."

"Master, you're here." Yun Jue just came out of the door and collided with the two.

"What about Fan Ling?"

"He ......," Yun decided to stop talking.

"Say." Quietly pulled Su Yitong to his side, and Feng Feiyi suddenly raised his volume.

"Dead."

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Su Yitong glared at him, shook off Feng Feiyi's hand and rushed in.

"Let's go." Feng Feiyi frowned unhappily and glanced at Yun Du.

The clouds are decided. "Yes."

Inside the Yamen Hall.

The rebellious officials were subdued to the ground, squatting in the corner of the wall with a shiver, and a closer look showed that their faces were blue and swollen.

"What about Fan Ling?" Without saying a word, Su Yitong grabbed one of them by the collar and said angrily.

The man who was tugging at his collar shivered with fright, and reached out to point to the inner hall.

Su Yitong threw him away and rushed in with the hem of his clothes.

The inner hall is dimly lit.

Fan Ling was dressed in a red court uniform, half-lying on the table, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Su Yitong approached step by step, "Fan Ling ......"

A sound fell, and the person lying on the table did not react, and she called again. "Fan Ling."

"He's dead." Then followed by Feng Feiyi's cold reminder.

Su Yitong looked back at him. "Why are you here?"

Feng Feiyi stepped to the table in two steps. "This king doesn't worry about you."

"What do I have to worry about?" Someone came, and Su Yitong was a little bolder.

She walked over and stood beside Feng Feiyi, rolled Fan Ling's eyelids, and asked, "What evidence did you find?" ”

If he didn't survive, a loyal protector like Fan Ling would not have easily sought death. Unless, it is necessary to die.

"What evidence can there be?" Feng Feiyi raised his eyelids. "This king just asked Yun Jue to check his details."

"Something's been found." Su Yitong asked curiously.

"Your Majesty, do you know who the prefect of Youzhou is?" Feng Feiyi flipped over the things on the case and asked as if unintentionally.

Su Yitong shook his head and replied seriously: "I don't know." ”

Pursing his lips, Feng Feiyi spoke. "Ling Yu, the former prime minister."

Is it the previous dynasty again? Su Yitong frowned, and looked at Fan Ling with straight eyes for the first time.

Feng Feiyi continued: "Back then, after the fall of the previous dynasty, Mo Di chose to commit suicide and die, and his courtiers also died and surrendered. And Ling Yu was valued by Mo Di back then, so after Mo Di's death, he chose to return to his hometown and resign to his hometown. But later, for some reason, he asked the first emperor for his life, retired to the court, and asked for the position of prefect. The first emperor cherished his talents, and he was fulfilled ......"

Su Yitong opened her mouth wide in surprise. "So...... You mean the conspiracy took shape more than a dozen years ago? ”

"Yes and no." Feng Feiyi lightly hooked the corners of his lips, pulled out an envelope from under Fan Ling, and said, "If this king is not mistaken, the reason why Ling Yu changed his name and surname after coming to Youzhou is because he wants to fade out of the eyes of the world and concentrate on waiting for his master to become an adult. ”

"Then is his master Mo Qingchen?" Su Yitong asked.

Feng Feiyi nodded. "Hmm."

"So, he has been dormant in Youzhou for many years, just to get along with his master and catch us off guard?" So she's wise!

However, Na Mo Qingchen was really thoughtful, and he actually planted eyeliner next to the original owner early, and it was also a big loss to her life, otherwise, even if she had a hundred lives, she would not be able to escape death.

"Then your majesty can trust this king now?" Feng Feiyi shook the envelope in his hand and smiled.

"I don't believe it." Su Yitong shook his head, "However, believe it for the time being." ”

Listening to her inconsistent words, Feng Feiyi couldn't cry or laugh. "Would Your Majesty like to know what is written in this letter?"

"What else could it be!"

"Your Majesty knows?!"

Wu Zi rolled his eyes. Su Yitong said: "Before we came, he was ready to die, what else did he have to explain besides the book of guilt." Moreover, he has been loyal to the previous dynasty for so many years, do you think he would be stupid enough to let us find clues to find out his master? ”

Feng Feiyi pulled out the letter and read it quickly.

"How? Is it a book of sin? Su Yitong looked at him and said with a smile.

Feng Feiyi handed her the letter. "Your Majesty wants to see it."

"No need." Su Yitong waved his hand, "Find a suitable time to reveal the content of the letter to the world." ”

So many people have died in Youzhou City, and they have to give an explanation to the people of the world.

Back in his yard, Su Yitong was drenched all over his body.

"Your Majesty, you're back." Fengyue trotted over with an umbrella. "Yikes! Why are your clothes wet, and His Royal Highness the Regent didn't send you back? ”

"You!" Su Yitong shook his head, "Go and tell someone to prepare hot water, I want to bathe." ”

"Yes."

Day 2.

The prefect of Youzhou announced to the world with a letter of guilt that he apologized for his sins with death, and the matter spread among the people.

The prefect of Youzhou has been in power for many years, fair and honest, hard-working, and has won the hearts of the people. Therefore, his death not only did not make the whole thing calm, but also aroused the disgust of the people.

Some people beat the big drum of the yamen day and night, and bluntly said that they would redress the grievances of the prefect.

Su Yitong listened to Yun Qing's reply, rubbed his temples with a headache, and asked, "Where is Feng Feiyi!" ”

As soon as Fan Ling died, Feng Feiyi didn't care about her life or death, played with her and disappeared.

Although the plague was under control, they all seemed to underestimate Fan Ling's status in the minds of the people of Youzhou, thinking about it, this was also the biggest game of chess that Fan Ling used to die.

It not only made her suffer, but also made her lose the hearts of the people......

"Master, he ......" Yun Qing didn't know where to start.

The person behind it has been punished, and the people who should be investigated have also been checked, he really can't imagine why the master suddenly disappeared?!

"Ran away, didn't you?" Su Yitong was a little annoyed.

Feng Feiyi is too unconscionable, they have all lived and died together, and they should inform her if they want to run away......

"No ......" Yun Qing was speechless.

If he did run away, would he still stay here? I don't know what the master thinks, even if the eyes are not good, the heart is biased.

"What about the others?"

"I don't know."

Su Yitong: "......"

Endured and endured, she gritted her teeth and said, "Get out." ”

Yun Qing arched his hand: "Yes." ”

After saying this, he walked away without looking back.

"Your Majesty, Grandpa Lin said that you were infected with wind and cold yesterday and need to recuperate." Fengyue hurriedly came in with a medicine bowl.

"Can you tell him next time, it's a medicine that is three parts poisonous, can he think of some other way to cure the disease."

Fengyue: "......"

She wanted to say that the key is not so perfect.

Blinked pitifully, Su Yitong said impatiently: "Got it." ”

I don't know if it's not right with Youzhou, she has drunk more medicine in the past half a month than she has drunk in her life.

Pursing her lips in displeasure, she picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.

In the morning, it was fine, but in the afternoon, Su Yitong started a high fever in a daze.

Imperial Physician Lin came over with a medicine box to check the pulse, squinted and thought for a while before saying, "God forbid, Your Majesty is not suffering from the plague." ”

Fengyue looked at him inexplicably. "Grandpa Lin, I didn't say that Your Majesty has the plague!"

Imperial Physician Lin smiled and said, "I know, isn't it that I am afraid that Your Majesty will be infected with the plague." ”

Fengyue: "......"

"Fengyue, you guard Your Majesty first, and let me go to Doctor Miao to discuss for a while." After a few words of uneasy advice, Imperial Doctor Lin left with the medicine box.

It was dark when the wind wings returned.

Yun Qing stiffened his head and said, "Master, Your Majesty was infected with the wind cold yesterday and is still in a coma. ”

In fact, he didn't know what was going on, and when he left in the morning, His Majesty was fine.

Feng Feiyi glanced at him, didn't even change his robe, and hurriedly walked towards Su Yitong's courtyard.

During the day, he was busy arranging his return to the city and forgot to tell her for a while. Now that he heard that she was unconscious, he only felt that one head was two big.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

The indoor lights were dim, a few lights were crumbling, Feng Yue was half-kneeling in front of the bed, pinching a handkerchief, and was carefully wiping the hot sweat for the unconscious people on the couch.

Feng Feiyi pushed the door in with a cold face, and opened his mouth to ask, "How is Your Majesty?!" ”

"Your Majesty......" Fengyue was frightened by this sudden voice, the handkerchief fell to the ground, and even her little face turned white, and when she saw the face of the person who came, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet......"