In just half an hour, the two of them confessed everything they knew. Song Yan looked at the paper back and forth three times, and after confirming that it was correct, he personally collected and sealed the wax, and ordered Feng Ce to deliver it to Dali Temple immediately. Seeing him go out of the door of the criminal prison, Meng Bohan greeted him with a smile. Song Yan's face was slightly pale, and he only gestured to him and returned to the duty room.

Meng Bohan looked at the young man's upright back and sighed faintly.

Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate were all in Fucai, and Feng Ce quickly returned on horseback. When he came in, he saw Song Yan crouching in front of the desk with his hands on his forehead and closing his eyes to recuperate, he quietly retreated again, ordering someone to prepare water.

After taking a bath in the water room after the duty, Song Yan changed into a light robe, stood under the eaves and looked at the shady camphor tree in the courtyard. He had forgotten what he had eaten for breakfast, but it didn't matter, whether he had an appetite or not, whether he liked it or not, he had to eat what the old lady had put in his bowl. In the past few days, he has always eaten and vomited, and he feels tired.

Feng Ce brought a bowl of chilled lotus seed soup over and called, "Master, you can eat some." ”

Song Yan took it, sat on the verandah and ate two bites, suddenly stopped stirring the spoon, and asked a little blankly: "She loves to eat this, and I love to eat it too...... I'm still a lot like her, aren't I? ”

Feng Ce was stunned for a moment, and saw that the long fingers of the master holding the bowl trembled almost invisibly. He suddenly felt that his heart was as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle, and comforted him awkwardly: "Master will be able to rescue Mrs. Hou soon, don't worry, with his subordinates and brothers, the plan will definitely come true!" ”

Song Yan finished eating one bite at a time, and his emotions gradually calmed down with the crushed ice entering his stomach. To the mother, his existence is a sin. He could save her, but he could not atone for his sins.

"This case is over, and Elder Zhang Ge also knows the result, you might as well give yourself a holiday, go out for a walk, run a race, this place is too boring." Feng Ce proposed.

Song Yan said thoughtfully: "Then let's ride a horse, I want to go to Xijie Lane." ”

Feng Ce's face immediately burst into a big smile, and there was a bit of joking in his words: "Master, my subordinate is a rough person, I don't know what to be tactful or not, so I will ask directly!" Don't you like that little lady? ”

Song Yan blinked and looked up at the camphor tree that was blown by the wind. The leaves rubbed against each other, and the mottled light and shadow danced lightly on it, like his heartbeat at the moment. He pressed his heart, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and nodded slightly: "I like it." ”

Feng Ce didn't expect him to admit it so simply, and he didn't react at once: "...... Yes? ”

"I always think of her and want to talk to her." Song Yan had a shallow smile on his face, "Mother once said that if I like someone, I will always think about her in my heart." That's what likes. ”

Feng Ce felt that Shi Ziye's liking came too suddenly and was too vague. Although from that day on, he would stop at the alley on the way to Shangchao almost every day and silently watch her for a long time, watching her buy flowers and laugh with people, but he never stepped forward in person, and he still didn't even know what the girl's name was. On a rare occasion, he offered to buy him a bowl of her tofu brain to taste, and he rushed over, but before he could take two steps, he called him back again. Maybe he wasn't afraid that Liu Niangzi would know what he liked, but that he was afraid that the people in the Hou Mansion would know.

Song Yan didn't want to worry about why he suddenly liked someone. He felt it was meant to be. Before seeing her, his heart was empty, like a wasteland, and he didn't feel anything when he saw the flowers and grass, until he saw her, and the wasteland suddenly burst into flames, and the flowers and grass grew wildly. All his imagination of beauty has been made concrete because of her; His love and yearning seem to have been born only to meet her. If this is not fate, what is it?

Song Yan put down the porcelain bowl and felt the wind blowing in his face, with the unique fragrance of camphor leaves. He walked out of the courtyard: "Lead the horse, I've wanted to talk to her for a long time." ”

Feng Ce touched the back of his head, somehow he was a little excited, and ran to the stables to prepare the horses.

When the two rode horses to the West Street and Alley, it was already early in time, the sun was poisoning, and there were few people on the street, only two or three old women and old men were shaking their fans and chatting under the banyan tree at the entrance of the alley. Although they had deliberately silenced the sound of horses' hooves, soon someone opened the doors and windows of the first and second floors, or leaned behind the threshold, or leaned in front of the window, and looked over. The old women and men stopped talking, and they all guessed that the young man riding in front of him was extraordinary.

Song Yan regretted it a little when he got off the horse, he didn't seem to have picked this time to come over, it was really unreasonable. Other people's lunch is sold out, what can he buy when he enters the tofu shop? How would he talk to her?

Although Song Yan's footsteps did not stop, his heart was beating more and more. Was he too presumptuous? He is different from the neighbor who sells her meat, and he is also different from the well worker who helps her dig a well, he and her should have no intersection, and suddenly appears in front of her, what kind of person will she think he is? Song Yan regretted that he would run away every time she looked at him, and what he regretted even more was that he hadn't gone to her stall once, even Feng Ce had been. He wasn't even a regular customer.

Song Yan only cared about walking forward, but Feng Ce had to guard against the more and more people on the street. Several girls and young daughters-in-law stood on the side of the street, their eyes glued to their master. Feng Ce coughed heavily and glared at the girls who were pinching their handkerchiefs and shaking their fans in warning. The girls and daughters-in-law shrank back, and soon poked their heads out boldly, guessing in their hearts which restaurant this detainous young man would stop.

Soon, Song Yan stopped in front of Liu's water tofu shop, and after looking at it for a while, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Immediately, the street resounded with a thin, shrill whisper.

Song Yan clenched the folding fan and waited with his eyes down. No one answered, and soon he had a new regret. It wasn't that he was going to retreat, but that he thought that maybe she was taking a nap, and that he would disturb her dreams...... Making tofu is hard work, and she spends a lot of time catching up on sleep during the day.

…… He was so inconsiderate that he only cared about his own impulses and didn't take into account her feelings. Song Yan thought about it for a while and finally decided to leave before she was woken up by herself. As if he hadn't been here today.

Seeing that Song Yan suddenly turned around, Feng Ce was anxious: "Master, will you knock for a while?" ”

"Two officials, are you looking for Mrs. Liu?" Sister-in-law Chen stood at the door with her arms crossed, "Tut" twice, "I can't imagine that her reputation has spread so far, and even nobles know how delicious her tofu is?" ”

The neighbors knew that her tofu was not just the tofu she was selling, and one of them laughed meaningfully. Song Yan had never heard such a strong market spirit, but he could also feel from the reactions of others that this was by no means a good word. He glanced at Sister-in-law Chen coldly.

Leng Buding was stared at by the young man's dark eyes, and Sister-in-law Chen suddenly felt a chill on her back. She rubbed her arms, stood up straight, and was not afraid of getting into trouble, and said with a smile: "I am kind enough to remind you, don't wait, many people have seen it this morning, Liu Niangzi is dressed up in a fancy way, and she twists and twists into a big carriage." No one knows what she did! ”

"What else can she do, she's a tofu seller, and she's giving tofu to others!"

"I don't know if it's on someone's desk or in a tent!" Grandma hid behind the banyan tree and shouted with added vinegar.

……

Song Yan glanced at Feng Ce.

Feng Ce took two steps to the middle of the street, and glared: "Who are you Miss Liu, why do you slander her like this?" ”

Everyone looked at each other, and one person replied, "I saw it with my own eyes!" How did it become a slander ......?"

"See it with your own eyes? Which eye sees! Dig it out and show me! Feng Ce sneered, "My family has never bullied people, but this time, my family has decided Miss Liu's affairs." If you dare to offend Miss Liu again, I will pull out your tongue. ”

The street was suddenly silent, and Sister-in-law Chen's face turned green. Many people wanted to quietly close the doors and windows, but they were knocked down by a few stones that popped out of nowhere. Feng Ce said sharply: "Listen to it all for me!" From now on, every word and sentence you say will be recorded in the book, but if there is a word of disrespect, my grandfather will investigate Miss Liu to the end. The sage has a saying, not to do evil for the small; As the saying goes, bad words hurt people and the cold of June. Rumors can force people to death, so leave some virtue for yourself. ”

Song Yan glanced at everyone indifferently, and his tone was cold: "If you feel wronged, you can come to the Criminal Department to explain to me." I am a director of the Criminal Department, and the methods of torture have always been very gentle. ”

…… Mild? Although this was said by the master, Feng Ce couldn't help but touch his nose with a weak heart.

The door behind him suddenly creaked open, and Wang Chucui walked out. She looked at the two strange backs in front of the door, and suddenly felt tears welling up. Sometimes people live in this world and want to be fair.

"Official...... Two officials," Wang Chucui mustered up the courage to ask, "What are you looking for my zither?" Zheng Zheng is going to visit her female husband, and will be back in a while. ”

Song Yan saluted her respectfully, and her calm face flushed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Just passing by, I want to beg for saliva to drink." ”

This jade-faced boy is too good at lying, what a far-fetched reason. Wang Chucui couldn't help but want to laugh, but when Yu Guang saw the fierce black-faced official, he immediately pursed the corners of his mouth and beckoned: "Then the officials invite inside, I'll pour tea." Look, your face is red. ”

Wang Chucui washed his hands and wiped his hands, hurriedly went to the kitchen to scoop two large bowls of cold barley tea, and packed up a few plates of snacks. Thinking about it, she hurriedly ran upstairs again, and went to the small cabinet next to the Liu Zheng flower room and casually touched a small pot of tea and went down. She doesn't know tea, but she occasionally tastes a little bit of the kite, and when she tastes it, she will tell her how good it is, and she knows that these are good teas.

Song Yan sat down at the square table, Feng Ce stayed behind him, and when he saw Wang Chucui busy inside and out, he said in a low voice: "Master, don't be too nervous, Liu Niangzi is not here." ”

After he reminded Song Yan, he realized that he was about to break the folding fan in his hand. He smiled dumbly and put down his folding fan.

Wang Chucui came over with a few stacks of things, and Song Yan got up to help, but Wang Chucui was so shocked that he almost knocked over things. She heard it vaguely upstairs just now, this is the prince of the world! I don't know which one it is, but they can't afford to slack off on it!

"Grandma, are you here?"

The girl's smiling voice sounded outside the door, Song Yan's back stiffened slightly, and he turned to look. The girl carried a few things, held a pot of fragrant gardenias in her arms, and a bright hairpin between her thick hairpins. The eyes of the two met in an instant.

Behind her, there were also Chen Ru and Master Xiaoduan, who were helping to move the flowers in.