At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xin Yi's mind.

She knew what Di Qing meant to Fu Jiuqu, who had no father since birth, and how much anger and sadness were condensed in Fu Jiuqu's clenched fists.

"Okay."

Xin Yi hugged him.

His body tensed, and his face seemed to be much haggard.

"Let's not tell him. The little old man has a very bad temper, and if he knew about it, he was afraid that he would blow up the grave......"

"The teacher is ...... this year Only forty-nine. ”

"Yes, he was only forty-nine years old, so I called him a little old man, and when I heard it, I was afraid that I would blow my beard and stare at him in anger......"

Xin Yi wanted to speak more easily, and even used a witty tone, but in the end, his voice was hoarse, and his choked throat was so stuck in his throat.

Big drops of tears fell down in a flutter, and I couldn't wipe them all away......

From the first time he met Di Qing, what Xin Yi hoped for was nothing more than that Di Qing would live well, and Fu Jiuqu would not be blackened. But things were still tilting quickly on a trajectory that she couldn't control—

Di Qing's death was like a sharp knife, deeply inserted into Fu Jiuqu's chest, and it also made Xin Yi's worries about Fu Jiuqu escalate exponentially.

In the original plot, Fu Jiuqu was blackened, precisely because of Di Qing's death.

At this moment, Xin Yi hugged him, looking at his resolute side face and frowning brows, as if a cool air jumped up from the soles of his feet, quickly permeating his limbs, boundless fear.

She hugged Fu Jiuqu tightly and followed his back, "Brother Jiu, my father-in-law has a spirit in the sky, and he definitely doesn't want us to be sad for him...... He's going to be sad......"

Fu Jiuqu was silent for a long time, patted the back of Xin Yi's hand, and his voice was so calm that he couldn't hear any emotion, only deep exhaustion.

"The teacher fought against Xia for four years, fought twenty-five battles, and did not lose a single one. As many as eight arrows, miraculously survived...... He conquered Jintang City, captured Youzhou, destroyed several Xia tribes, burned tens of thousands of stones, and captured tens of thousands of people...... Severely defeat the Xia army's spirit......"

Xin Yi: "I know. Brother Jiu, I know all ......"

Fu Jiuqu's throat choked, "Eleventh can be known, after this battle, the Great Song Dynasty will have no soldiers to fight and no available generals......"

There was a fire burning in his heavy black eyes, as if he had quickly flipped through the history books, and there was indescribable pathos.

Xin Yi's heart sank.

How could she not know?

No one knows better than she does.

She not only knows the present, but also the future, and it is precisely because of this that the feeling of powerlessness is heavier. She is a bystander, but whether she does it or not, it does not change the world in any way.

She felt sorry for Di Qing and Fu Jiuqu.

"Brother Jiu......" Xin Yi wanted to speak and stopped, "Do you hate?" ”

The bead curtain moved slightly, and the wind of the lotus pond in Tianshui Pavilion brought lotus fragrance. It was the gentlest touch and the most lingering love of the afternoon breeze, but it couldn't sweep away the fear in her heart at this moment.

"Hate whom?" Fu Jiuqu asked.

Xin Yi: "They killed my father-in-law. ”

Fu Jiuqu didn't raise his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Can you hate?" ”

"Yes." Xin Yi hugged his shoulders, hugged Fu Jiuqu over, and wrapped his thin body around him.

The man's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was trembling slightly.

Xin Yi suddenly felt a trace of pain in his heart, "You can hate, you can scold." Hate whoever you want, scold whoever you want......"

Fu Jiuqu put his head against her, his shoulders trembled, like a child who had lost his father, but he didn't cry.

"Dying on the battlefield and shrouding the body of a horse leather is the glory of my generation...... But my Great Song soldiers shouldn't have died like this. The battle of Broken Daowu was not a defeat, but a decline of the country. ”

The overlord is broken, and the hero is at an end. A group of soldiers committed suicide in the broken dock, how tragic this is......

Xin Yi closed his eyes, lowered his head against his face, his eyes were blurred by tears, and his nasal cavity was also blocked uncomfortably, he inhaled softly and kissed him lightly on the face.

"You still have me. Ninth brother. You still have me. ”

For lunch that day, Xiang Ling prepared some light food, but how to serve it and how to bring it back.

In the evening, Xin Yi came back from a walk around the yard with Xianyu, and found that Fu Jiuqu was not in the room, and he panicked inexplicably.

"Apricot ......"

Hearing her anxious voice, Xingyuan hurriedly opened the curtain and came in, still holding the fruit plate prepared for them in her hand. The master has no appetite, and they are also anxious to be girls.

"What's wrong with the lady?"

Xin Yi's eyebrows furrowed inadvertently, "Where did the Ninth Master go?" ”

Xingyuan looked around, and looked back at the afterglow by the window, "The maid saw Duan Guard hurriedly come in, and said something to the Ninth Master, and the two of them went out." ”

The slanting sun sank to the horizon, and Fu Jiuqu still didn't come back.

Xin Yi was a little worried, handed over the child to the nurse, changed his clothes and found the yamen.

At this hour, the yamen was already on duty, the heat was shrouded, there was no trace of wind, and the few kneeling officials and yacha in the yamen were red and sweaty, like steamed prawns.

The hall was silent, mixed with a certain aura of slaughter.

Fu Jiuqu's slender body sat upright, his expression indifferent.

He didn't move, and none of the kneeling people in the hall dared to move.

Xin Yi was still outside the door when he was stopped by Duan Sui.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Duan Sui is a rare seriousness.

"The ninth master is doing business, the lady waits ......"

Xin Yi whispered: "What did they do?" ”

Duan Sui squinted at the hall and shook his head.

"Didn't you make a flood a while ago? There are many river embankments and pond weirs in Yangzhou, and the government has sent messengers to repair and fill in the breaches...... This is all hard work, it was supposed to be apportioned according to the household, but in the end, the rich people spent money, and the people who had no money had to bring their own dry food to the dam, and there was a septuagenarian man, who could have been exempted from service, but he did not make filial piety money, and was assigned to serve on an errand......

Xin Yi understood.

It was the practice of the Northern Song Dynasty to send errand service, which was equivalent to the common people working for the government for free, repairing rivers and digging canals and other livelihood projects, which were basically completed by the people in labor service with the government.

But Fu Jiuqu heard her say that in her time, the people had to pay for labor, and Fu Jiuqu thought that it should be so, so he allocated a sum of money and exempted the unmarried households, single households, and female households. The rest of the households who contribute will be paid.

Obviously, these officials and officials have filled their pockets and made people denounce them......

When Ge Yong was replaced, he probably turned a blind eye, and everyone ate a fat belly and oil, but when it fell into Fu Jiuqu's hands, and at this juncture, Xin Yi looked at Fu Jiuqu's face, and couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for these people.

There was silence all around.

Dog days are too hot to stand.

Xin Yi was trying to find a cool place to sit and wait, when Fu Jiuqu's voice suddenly came from the hall.

"The chief official was dismissed and imprisoned, and Ling Chi died. and the rest of the people, twenty of the spine staff. Dismissal, exile! ”

Zhao Zhen implemented benevolent government, and the possibility of death penalty was extremely small.

Several officials and officials widened their eyes, almost in disbelief.

In their opinion, this is a trivial matter at all, and it is a big deal to spit out the money and get a few boards. Exile from work is already ruthless, Fu Jiuqu actually killed them?

"My lord, Lord Zhizhou spares ...... life"

"The king of the county spares his life, and the lower official knows that he is wrong......"

The crying was earth-shattering.

They were terrified, and Xin Yi was scared enough.

Death is not terrible, but Ling Chi's death is really terrifying.

Xin Yi turned his head to look over, and the faint light fell on Fu Jiuqu's delicate face, adding a bit of yin and ghostly aura.

The face is exactly the same, no different from yesterday, the eyes are like stars, the nose is like a hanging gall, this handsome spirit is unparalleled in the world.

But at this moment, Xin Yi couldn't find any softness on his face, and the sharp edges and corners made people suspect the loving father who teased the envy fish...... Not the man in front of you.

Fu Jiuqu also saw her.

Xin Yi smiled slightly and turned to leave.

In the yamen, she did not question Fu Jiuqu's decision, and waited until Fu Jiuqu returned to Tianshui Pavilion when it was dark, and then she ran towards him with her wet hair after bathing, and hugged the person with both arms.

"Brother Jiu...... Don't scare me...... I'm scared ......."

Fu Jiuqu looked down at the woman in his arms and stroked her back.

"Bathed?"

"Hmm."

"Why don't you dry your hair."

"Brother Jiu......" Xin Yi looked up at him, "You know what I want to say." Those who are corrupt and enslave the people should be beaten, punished, and killed...... But can we do without torture? ”

Fu Jiuqu understated: "Killing one to make an example is a good policy." Under my rule, if you can't clean yourself, then you will resign early to avoid dying in vain. ”

"Ninth Brother ......"

Xin Yi wanted to say that this person was not so easy to kill, not to mention the complicated procedures for the review of the death penalty, just to say that this matter was spread, maybe the death penalty was not approved, but it would cause a lot of criticism for him, and he would not have to be known as a ruthless man.

However, Fu Jiuqu did not give her a chance to exit.

"Eleven needs no more words. I've got my own measure......"

He interrupted Xin Yi and took the man over and walked inside, his tone calm and unwavering.

"I'm a little hungry this time, so let's have a supper with me."

Xinyi: ......

(End of chapter)