Small courtyard.

Yunnan Yue checked Li Fuzi's pulse.

"Mother, how is Master Li?"

Yun Xingchen asked worriedly.

Although Yun Yan and Yun Ye, who were sitting on the side, did not speak, it was not difficult to see the worry in their eyes.

There are very few people who can make the two little guys fall in love, and Li Fuzi is one of them.

"It's not a big problem, it's just a geriatric disease."

Withdrawing his hand, Yunnan Yue asked for a pen and paper like Li Fuzi, and wrote down the prescription in black and white.

"Keep this pharmacy master, I will ask the guards of the Night King's Mansion to buy some medicine in a while, and if you get sick again in the future, you can take the medicine according to the prescription."

"I can't help it, the princess has already seen the old man, how can she let the expensive herbs be gifted, although the old man is old and single, he still has some savings."

The literati were arrogant, and Li Fuzi could not take free medicine after receiving free treatment in Yunnan, and his self-esteem did not allow him to do so.

Seeing that Li Fuzi was like this, Yunnan Yue was not good at saying anything else, and only collected a small amount of consultation fees and medical fees, as little as two taels of silver.

"My mother's medical skills are very good, Master Li, you can recuperate with peace of mind, and we will learn obediently."

"Xingchen has a heart, although the old man is not in the academy during this time, he will still send his daily homework to urge you little dolls to study hard."

"Li Fuzi...... Let's have some fun. ”

Yun Xingchen's smile stiffened on his chubby little face, and several people with cute expressions laughed.

……

It was already half an hour later when I left the small courtyard.

Tang Chuan drove the carriage back to the Night King's Mansion, but the way back was tightly blocked by the crowd.

More than 100 people marched in groups, shouting slogans.

"What's going on?"

"It seems to be about the murder of Dongcheng."

"When will there be another murder in the slum of Dongcheng?"

Speaking of Dongchen, Yunnan Yue first thought of the matter of the soul bell, isn't the case closed.

"A few days ago, the workshop in Dongcheng collapsed and killed more than a dozen people, but someone above the owner of the workshop hastily threw the bodies into the mass grave, and some of these demonstrators were family members of the deceased, and some were the teachers who sued for those people."

"I understand, the one at the front...... What are you doing? ”

The one hundred and ten people who came to stand at the front were none other than Yu Saburo, and the person next to Yu Saburo was not He Yanran or who.

"It is said that it is the representative of the people's will, Yu Saburo and the eldest lady of the He family want to avenge the dead."

"Let's go the other way."

Not wanting to meddle in things, Yunnan Yue motioned for Tang Chuan to change his way and leave.

Who knows, not far away, a voice from Yuzaburo came.

"The Night Princess is the Night Princess who rescues the suffering and is sympathetic to the people!"

As Yu Saburo roared out, whether it was the procession or the crowd watching the excitement, everyone's eyes looked at the carriage of the Night King's Mansion in unison.

"It's really the Night Princess, those wronged people in Dongcheng can finally die blindly."

"The Night Princess."

"The Night Princess, please call the shots for us, my son is only twenty years old, he just wants to support his family but died in the black-hearted workshop, and the group even threw my son's body into a mass grave."

The old woman rushed through the crowd and knelt in front of the carriage, tearfully complaining about the cruelty of the owner of the black workshop and the wrongful death of her son.

“……”

Yunnan Yue, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at the crowd around him, and there were more people coming in a steady stream, surrounding the carriage in front of and back.

"As the Night Princess, you must be the master of our poor people!"