"It's you who don't lose." How could Chu Ziyu not know the old man's intentions, "For the sake of a few prescriptions, you didn't hesitate to sacrifice my marriage, I think you are really old and confused." ”

Wei Shengyu snorted, "The old man kindly persuaded you, if you don't listen, forget it." ”

took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and Wei Shengyu stuffed it into Chu Ziyu's hand: "Here you go, don't forget to collect all the medicinal materials, if you dare to forget, the old man will pick your skin." ”

"Remember, write me a list of medicinal herbs."

Wei Shengyu walked to the desk, took a brush and wrote down the medicinal materials needed for the antidote pill on the paper, and handed the pen and ink to Chu Ziyu.

"Gather them all for me as soon as possible."

I can't let him wait for a seventy or eighty person, and when that time comes, he doesn't know if he's still there, and there's a fart.

"Got it."

Wei Shengyu no longer paid attention to Chu Ziyu, walked into the inner hall, and planted himself in the room again, continuing to study the "Essence of Hundred Herbs".

Chu Ziyu handed the list of medicinal materials to Zhou Shi, Zhou Shi took it, copied a copy with pen and ink, folded it and walked to the inner courtyard, curled his fingers and put it to his mouth and blew it, a whistle sounded, and after a while, a pigeon with a gray forehead appeared on Zhou Shi's shoulder.

The folded paper slip was stuffed into the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, and as soon as the arm was raised, the pigeon flew away and disappeared into the air in a short time.

When Zhou Shi came back, Chu Ziyu handed Zhou Shi a fold and said, "Zhou Shi, I bother you to make a trip, hand this fold to Hu Yushi, and let him bring those people with him when he returns to Beijing." ”

Zhou Yan took the fold and asked suspiciously, "Zhang Lan?" ”

Chu Ziyu nodded, "For the sake of the book that the girl gave to the old man, it doesn't hurt to help her, since she wants to send that woman to Kyoto, let Hu Yushi bring it with her when she returns to Beijing, and tell Yushi to close the case as soon as possible." ”

Zhou Xian nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the Baicao Hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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"Miss, you asked the slave maid to inquire about it, we heard in the town that there is an Imperial Master who is going back to Kyoto in the next two days." Baicao said.

"Imperial History? Have you ever asked who the name of the imperial historian is? Song Wanfeng asked.

Baicao thought about it for a while, and responded: "It seems that the surname is Hu, and the slave maid heard someone shouting Hu Yushi." ”

Surname Hu, Hu Yushi?

As soon as these three words came out, Song Wanfeng immediately recalled who this person was.

Hu Yushi, full name Hu Rongjing, supervised by the Imperial History Observatory, upright, honest and fair, most disgusted with corrupt officials, power and oppression, and a rare good official.

Hu Yushi Cheng also became his character, and he was defeated in this upright character.

In his previous life, before Chu Mohan ascended the throne, he was disgusted by Chu Mohan because he arrested several of Chu Mohan's staff, and after Chu Mohan ascended the throne, he was hated by Chu Mohan because of his repeated admonitions, and was finally set a trap by Chu Mohan, not only ended up in the fate of the Nine Clans, but also ruined his reputation for honesty and honesty by Chu Mohan, and was resented by the people.

On the day Hu Yushi's family was killed, she also went out of the palace and stood by the window of the inn to watch. Hu Yushi was unruly, his waist was straight, his eyes were bright and upright, and there was no trace of fear.

The family members were afraid of crying, and Hu Yushi also persuaded his family not to cry, and to stand up and face everything, until the moment of death, Hu Yushi was still begging Chu Mohan to become a generation of Ming Jun.

At that moment, Song Wanfeng admired Hu Yushi as a man. Later, she was slandered by rumors and inadvertently learned that this matter was designed by Chu Mohan, and a generation of Qing officials fell, which made her sigh.

With Hu Yushi's character, if she asks for him, as the supervisor of Yushi, he will definitely agree, and Song Wanfeng feels that there is no one more suitable than him.

Yushitai has formed three legal divisions with the Criminal Department and Dali Temple to jointly try the case, and with someone like Hu Yushi, it is not easy for Liu Mulan to intervene.

"Have you found out where Hu Yushi stays?"

"The slave maid has inquired, in the Tongfu Inn."

"Let's go, let's go and meet this Hu Yushi for a while." Song Wanfeng got up and said.

"Miss, it's getting late now, and it's too late to go again tomorrow." Baicao, who was worried about Song Wanfeng's body, persuaded.

"The sun hasn't set yet, it's early. Let's go early and come back early, just to see this Hu Yushi. And you also said that Hu Yushi will return to Kyoto in two days, if he returns tomorrow, then can we still catch up? ”

Song Wanfeng said so, and Baicao had to agree: "Okay, then let's go early and come back early." ”

Before going out, worried that the evening wind would be strong, Baicao turned back to the house and took a cloak and put it on for Song Wanfeng.

"Forgive me for the evening weather, put on a cloak, don't catch a cold."

Song Wanfeng smiled when she saw this, grabbed the cloak with both hands and pulled it in.

"Thank you."

"Miss Mo Yanxie, this is what a slave should do." Baicao shook his head.

When you come to the street, the street is still lively in the evening, the vendors are shouting and selling, and people come and go, look here and there.

Coming to the Tongfu Inn, Xiao Er received him warmly, "A few guest officers are invited in, I don't know if a few guest officers are staying in the hotel or eating?" ”

"I don't live in the store and don't eat, I want to ask the second brother about someone." Song Wanfeng said.

"I wonder what Miss wants to inquire?"

"Does your hotel have a Hu Yushi staying? I'm going back to Kyoto in two days. ”

"Is there such a guest, and the young lady wants to find him?"

"Yes."

"That's not a coincidence." Xiao Er said regretfully: "That guest went out at noon, saying that he would not come back tonight, and if the girl wanted to find him, he could come back tomorrow." ”

Song Wanfeng didn't expect that it would be so unfortunate that Hu Yushi was not in the inn.

"Thank you, little second brother, then I'll come back to him tomorrow."

"You're welcome."

Song Wanfeng gave Baicao a look, and Baicao reacted immediately, escaping a few copper coins from his sleeve and putting them in the small second-hand.

"Thank you, guest."

Xiao Er immediately bent down to thank him. A few copper coins were not much, but they were enough for a meal, and besides, he didn't do anything, just moved his mouth.

"I knew we would come back tomorrow, so let's run for nothing." Dew Drop said.

"Who would have thought that this would be such a coincidence." Song Wanfeng smiled a little helplessly, "Tomorrow will be tomorrow, let's do a lot of good things." ”

"Miss, tired? Do you want to take a break before you go? Baicao asked worriedly.

The words of the old gentleman in Baicaotang have been hanging in Baicao's heart, for fear that when he doesn't notice, the poison in the young lady's body will be released.

"It's okay, let's keep walking." Song Wanfeng shook her head.

Compared with before, in the past few days of pranayama, her body has been much better, and she will not sweat and pant on her forehead after taking two steps.

When I returned to Zhuangzi, the sunset had just set, illuminating the sunset on the horizon, helping Song Wanfeng to sit down, and Baicao said: "Dewdrop, take care of Miss, slave maid go to prepare dinner." ”

As soon as Baicao walked away, Hui Niang walked in and knelt down in front of Song Wanfeng with a plop.