Murong Xi took Du Mei back to the Humble Garden, and only said to the outside world that she was the little son of Elder Qiu of Tantra, and she had just come to Jiangling City from Dian Prefecture to visit. The servants and maids in the humble garden didn't seem surprised that there was a little master, and they didn't care much about her beautiful appearance, and after standing up and saluting, they were still busy.

Such an orderly training, calm and calm subordinate impressed Du Mei, but this is fine, she can do what she wants to do, and she doesn't have to worry about someone being keen on gossip.

Qiuhua Courtyard, the main courtyard of the Humble Garden, is a three-entry courtyard, Du Mei temporarily lives in the east wing, Murong Xi has prepared all kinds of items, tables, chairs, pen and ink, beds, bedding, bedding, clothes and accessories are all purchased by him, and he is more attentive than his own use.

Du Mei rested for a while, and in the afternoon, the two of them were in the warm room, leisurely drinking Dian Zhou Pu'er tea, Yan Mo came and replied outside the door: "Song Shaohuai is here." ”

"Please!" Murong Xi took another bone china tea cup and poured a cup of red and bright tea soup.

"You ......" Song Shaohuai walked in, and suddenly saw the disguised Du Mei, and was stunned for a while.

"Song Gongzi, drink tea." His surprise had been expected by Du Mei, and she smiled and served tea.

"Plum?" Song Shaohuai asked tentatively, except for the voice of the beautiful young man in front of him, he couldn't find Du Mei's appearance at all.

"Ah Mei just can't speak in a different voice, otherwise, you won't be able to recognize it." Murong Xi's peach blossom eyes were raised, and he said quite proudly.

"Let's get down to business, is there any news from Yuan Gongzi?" Du Mei asked with some eagerness.

"Well, I just got the Flying Pigeon Messenger, and I rushed here before I even read it." Song Shaohuai took out a small paper roll from his purse and handed it to Du Mei.

"Yuan Gongzi said in the letter that Ren Fuguo had an inexplicable relationship with the King of Shu, and he found an opportunity to sneak into his barracks and found other correspondence, but he had not found any definite evidence of rebellion." Du Mei opened the paper roll and said as he read it.

"It's been three days, have you robbed Ren Fucheng's reply?" Song Shaohuai turned his head and asked Murong Xi.

"Not yet." Murong Xi was also a little puzzled, he didn't say a word for three days, what kind of calculation did Ren Fucheng have?

Huweijun occupies a pivotal position in this game, is he still waiting for a better opportunity to sell at a price?

"The letter also said another thing, General Pei's youngest son has been sick for the past few days, and all the hospitals have been seen, but they have not improved, and if there is no improvement tomorrow, they will have to look for a doctor." Du Mei turned a page and saw this, his eyes lit up.

"The day after tomorrow, how about we unveil the list?" Murong Xi's mind was clear, he saw Du Mei's eyes bright, and said clearly.

"It's good, it's just that tomorrow night, I have to bother Song Gongzi to hold a table of banquets in Zuixianlou, and invite all the ministers of the court, let the King of Shu take care of himself, don't disturb the interest of our visitors." Du Mei chuckled slyly.

"This trick is wonderful, I'll send invitations from house to house tonight, and strive to make the momentum bigger." Song Shaohuai has always been unscrupulous in Jiangling City, and he is the best at this kind of trickery.

"How many days will there be news of Ma Rong?" Du Mei asked, turning his eyes.

"The people living in Beishi are too chaotic, and I haven't found any trace of him for the time being, I'm surprised, although he is an illiterate farmer, he has some skills, and he can hide for so long." Murong Xiying's eyebrows twisted slightly.

"I have also contacted the old acquaintances in the Beijing patrol camp in the past few days, and they are all aggrieved for King Yan, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves, but they say that the King of Shu is also secretly looking for Ma Rong, it seems that this kid is really as Meizi said, his life is hard, and he is still alive." Song Shaohuai provided another explanation, so that they reflected each other, and it was determined that Ma Rong was hiding.

"The praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches behind, send a few clever people to follow behind the people of the King of Shu to see where they are found, so that you can save some effort." Du Mei was anxious, Ma Rong was the most critical person in the poisoning case, which could not only prove Mei Ji's innocence, but also convict the King of Shu.

"There is another thing, Shi came back and said, it has been snowing and cold in the past few days, and that little doll is sick in the prison of the Criminal Department, crying all day long, and there is a lack of medicine in the prison, you see, ......" Song Shaohuai glanced at Du Mei.

Du Zao is the daughter of the Xie family, her background is unclear, Du Mei took her in, originally to fulfill Grandpa's last wish, but now it has led to a shocking case, Song Shaohuai doesn't know if Du Mei will regret it.

"Let Aunt Miao take her out, this doll has had a lot of fate since she was a child, so don't lose her life in vain." Du Mei is kind-hearted and can't bear to say.

"It's okay to come out, what Ma Rong did was just for this child, and he would definitely be able to lure him into the bait when the time came." Murong Xi nodded.

"Let them live in Luomei Xuan for the time being, just say that they are taking refuge in Lin An, Zhao Di and they have always been there, as long as Ma Rong appears, he will be able to catch him." Song Shaohuai thought about it and said.

"In this way, the people of the King of Shu will also flock here, and Luomei Xuan will not be able to become the second Mei Ji Restaurant!" Du Mei said with some concern.

"Unless that child is allowed to die of illness in the prison of the Criminal Department, otherwise, no matter where she is, she will attract the people of the King of Shu, you can rest assured, Zhao Ji'an will strengthen Luo Meixuan's vigilance, and the previous tragedy will never happen." Song Shaohuai drank a tea ceremony slowly.

"In that case, let it be arranged as such." After thinking about it, whether it is Baiyun Villa or Humble Garden, it is not as good as Luomei Xuan, where there is both the origin of sojourn and the protection of secrets, she can probably rest assured.

Song Shaohuai told them some detailed arrangements, and only left in the evening.

After all, Du Mei was weak, and after sitting in the carriage for most of the day, and talking a lot, some of them were sleepy and tired, so they hastily ate dinner, washed and fell asleep.

Murong Xi stared at her mother-in-law and boiled the medicinal juice to make up the soup, and couldn't bear to disturb her dreams, so she had to put it in the warm pot, leave a note, and wait for her to wake up at night and drink.

After breakfast on the second day, Murong Xi took wine, carried a food box and Du Mei to the prison of Dali Temple, Yan Mo dredged up the relationship early, and those hideous jailers saw the appearance of the two immortals, they were all ashamed of themselves, and they didn't ask much.

Chu Lin lives in a single room, which is simply furnished, except for the simple tables and chairs, there is only a hard bed, and in such a cold weather, there is only a thin quilt with a musty smell. Su Motian also gave him a futon, but he refused, he was not afraid of the cold, but he was afraid that the situation outside would become more and more intense, repeating the mistakes of the civil strife of the year.

"So far, I'm still good to you." Murong Xi approached and chuckled.

Chu Lin sat with his back in contemplation, and turned his head when he heard the sound, his face was still handsome, and the cyan stubble that emerged under his chin added to his calm and solemn demeanor.

The jailer opened the door and left quite consciously.

"Why are you here?" Chu Lin glanced at Murong Xi, and then glanced at the delicate little boy standing behind him, wearing a fox jacket and a mink fur cloak.

"How many times have we drunk in one place, but we haven't drunk in prison, now is a good opportunity!" Murong Xi didn't dislike it at all, stepped over the bench, and sat down with a golden sword.

"Listening to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the Murong family's Yulin Spring, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy it, you have to exchange it for the most precious things, look at me here, do you have what you want?" Chu Lin placed the two black porcelain bowls on the table in front of each other.

"All I want is your truth." Murong Xi said, his slender fingers uncovered the sealing mud on the wine jar, and the rich and intoxicating aroma of wine suddenly reached the end of his nose.

Du Mei helped bring out the dishes in the food box, a plate of braised beef, a plate of dry-cut sausages, a roast chicken, and a plate of osmanthus fish sticks.

"What do you want to hear?" Chu Lin asked in a sullen voice, he clearly didn't recognize the delicate and beautiful face of the young man in front of him, but his fingers were slender and white, which was the appearance of the person he was thinking about, and he watched his movements steadily, so he wanted to grasp those hands.

"Let's pour the bar first." Murong Xi glanced at Du Mei.

Du Mei didn't say a word, held the wine jar, lowered her head and poured the wine, her drooping head was under Chu Lin's eyes, and the jasper hairpin on the bun burned his eyes.

"Mei ......" Chu Lin pressed the surprise in his throat and looked at Murong Xi with burning eyes.

"As you think." Murong Xi smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes flew, and his cheeks turned into pears.

"Sit down, is it cold?" Chu Lin gave Du Mei the hot stool he had sat on, and poured a bowl of hot water from the kettle to warm her hands, and the fingers of the two occasionally touched together, one warm and the other cold.

Du Mei shook her head silently, at this moment, her face was not hers, but her eyes did not change, always containing bright starlight, blue sea, she didn't speak, just looked at him for a moment, thousands of words are not as good as the flow of eyes at this moment.

Chu Lin was too surprised, and a little sad, he missed her wake up, and threw a mess to her to clean up.

"Drink!" This situation made Murong Xi feel infinite emotion in his heart, he loved Du Mei deeply, but Du Mei and Chu Lin loved each other, he was destined to be the one who sent blessings.

Yulin Spring is a very strong wine, and when he drank most of it, Murong Xi's peach blossom eyes were dyed a little red, like a peach blossom flying in March, he put his hand on his forehead, half-squinted, and chuckled: "Mrs. Su has been forced to leave, can you give her a promise of a lifetime and a couple?" ”

"I'm afraid that's the only thing I can give her." Chu Lin's eyes were full of tenderness, he looked at Du Mei, it was his treasure, and he didn't want to take his eyes off for a moment.

"If you have this word, that's it." Murong Xi poured another cup and drank it alone.

"Third brother, if you endure for a few more days, I will rescue you." Du Mei's earlobes were red from his eyes, and she whispered in a low voice, almost whispering.

"You're good, I have my own plan." Chu Lin leaned closer and said softly. He finally couldn't help it, grabbed Du Mei's hand under the table, and wrapped her cold soft wattle in the palm of his hand to warm it. The heat of his speech sprayed the unique aroma of Yulin Spring's wine, and it reddened Du Mei's face.

Murong Xi poured himself a drink, cup after cup, looking at his beloved happy, he was heartbroken and relieved, and success was his best choice.

It was the end of the time to drink the last drop of wine in the altar, "Let's go, it's cold here, and she can't stand it." Chu Lin was reluctant to part in his heart, but he felt that Du Mei's hand was not warm, so he had to say bitterly.

"Let's go, take care." Murong Xi got up, punched Chu Lin in the chest, turned around and went out.

"Mer!" Chu Lin murmured and pulled his beloved into his arms.

"Third brother......" Du Mei buried his head in his arms, calling him softly and glutinously, no matter how warm the fox jacket and ermine fur were, there was no comfort and peace of mind in his arms.