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The county magistrate and the chief secretary looked at Fu Zhixian at the same time. As the county magistrate of Qucheng, he always supported the sky with one hand.

He didn't move, and the two of them didn't dare to move either.

"Don't dare to dislike."

Fu Zhixian always felt that he was suppressed to death in front of Song Jiuyuan.

But he is a member of the magistrate, no matter how arrogant Song Jiuyuan is, he knows nothing about Jiuzhou, so he and the magistrate should still be needed.

Thinking of this, Zhixian's hanging heart relaxed, and he was not so afraid of Song Jiuyuan anymore.

After all... Jiuzhou is the prefect's territory, and his eyeliner is everywhere.

Even if Song Jiuyuan is a prince, he may not be able to become the magistrate by any means.

"Song Yi, feed him!"

Song Jiuyuan slowly picked up the square towel and wiped his lips. Song Yi ordered, pinched Fu Zhixian's jaw directly, and stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

"My... my lord, I will eat by myself!"

Fu Zhixian was so frightened that his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

Behind him, the county magistrate and the master Bo looked at each other, and ate the noodles tacitly.

Since they had to eat, it was useless to resist, and they could only do as they were told.

Of course, they didn't know about Song Jiuyuan's crazy criticism at this time.

Halfway through eating the noodles, Fu Zhixian suddenly twitched all over, "I..."

He rolled his eyes, his eyes filled with disbelief, then he stared at his legs and passed out.

The county magistrate and the master Bo were so frightened that the noodles in their hands fell to the ground, making a bang bang bang sound.

"Quick, go to the doctor!"

Mrs. Song was so frightened that no one knew Song Jiuyuan's plan except Jiang Wan.

Song Jiuli gently tugged at the corner of Jiang Wan's clothes, "Sister-in-law, how about..."

"Li'er!"

Mrs. Song shook her head at Song Jiuli, not because she was selfish, but because Wanwan should not be involved in this kind of matter.

If this person intentionally framed Yuan'er, they would be even more speechless.

The others were silent and did not say that Jiang Wan was a doctor, but fortunately this place is not far from the magistrate.

Song Yi brought a doctor directly from the county magistrate's mansion, and when the man came, all the noodles on the ground had been cleaned up.

As for Fu Zhixian, who was placed on the collapsed floor, he seemed to be out of breath.

The county magistrate and Zhu Bo knelt on the spot in fear, not even having the courage to look at Song Jiuyuan.

"grown ups!"

This doctor is the government doctor of the county government, seeing Fu Zhixian's appearance, he was so frightened that he quickly felt for his pulse.

In the next second, he knelt down on the ground with an earthy face, and wailed:

"grown ups!"

"master!"

A woman rushed in suddenly, this is Fu Zhixian's wife, who was alarmed when Song Yi went over just now.

She stumbled and ran in, took Fu Zhixian's hand and asked the doctor.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Ma'am, master...it's gone."

The government doctor shook his head in pain, apparently unwilling to accept this fact.

Song Jiuyuan lowered his voice and said to Qingshan on the side: "You go to the county government and bring Wu Zuo here."

"Yes."

Qingshan left quietly, and at this moment, Mrs. Fu's sharp eyes fell on Song Jiuyuan and his group, and she gritted her teeth and asked the doctor.

"The master was fine when he went out, why did he disappear suddenly?"

They must be the ones who killed the master!

She has to write a letter to the prefect, and she must not let them go!

"My lord died suddenly."

The government doctor didn't know Song Jiuyuan's identity, but he also knew that he couldn't afford to offend them.

So without hesitation, he told the truth, the result of his pulse diagnosis was just like this, and he didn't deceive anyone.

Mrs. Fu couldn't accept it, "Impossible, the old man has always been in good health, how could he suddenly die suddenly."

As she said that, she looked at the county magistrate and master Bo who were huddled in the corner, "Tell me, why did the master disappear?"

On weekdays, the master will distribute any good things to the county magistrate, and even dirty money has his share.

So Mrs. Fu waited for the county magistrate to explain.

But watching the county magistrate die, how could the county magistrate dare to offend Song Jiuyuan.

He just hung his head silently, as if he didn't see Mrs. Fu's questioning gaze.

"Madam, my condolences."

The doctor explained: "Perhaps the adults are too overworked to cause other diseases in the body."

"Impossible, impossible!"

Mrs. Fu broke down and cried loudly. Xianggong has always spared his life, so how could he let himself die of exhaustion.

She suddenly glared at Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan viciously, "It's you, you must have killed my husband!"

"You can't talk nonsense without evidence."

Although there were doubts in his heart, Song Jiuchi and the others were definitely on Song Jiuyuan's side.

Song Jiuli also poked his neck and said, "The doctor said he was overworked."

"Wu Zuo is here!"

Soon, Aoyama brought overwork, of course the answer he gave was still the same, overworked.

Mrs. Fu still wanted to make trouble again, Song Jiuyuan flung out a ledger lightly.

"Fuzhi County is indeed very busy, busy exploiting the people."

Mrs. Fu quickly picked up the ledger on the ground and looked at it. When she saw the contents clearly, her face was as white as snow.

She doesn't know much about what Xianggong does, but there are also many.

Now that Song Jiuyuan had the handle, she could only swallow her anger, and took him away with a disheveled face.

They were the only ones left in the room again, Song Jiuyuan curled his lips playfully.

"Now...should I explain clearly what Fu Zhixian did?"

Song Jiuyuan's trick of killing chickens to scare monkeys was very slippery.

At this time, the county magistrate and the master Bo were sweating, and their eyes were full of panic, and the magistrate was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"My lord, I will recruit all the officials."

"Song Yi, you remember."

Song Jiuyuan asked a series of questions, and the county magistrate asked them one by one. He was usually the most trusted by Fu magistrate, so he naturally knew more.

As for Zhu Bo, he is not a bad person, but he is not a good person either. He just fulfills his duties and rarely meddles in other people's affairs.

Now facing Song Jiuyuan, his eyes were a little more excited.

It wasn't until Song Jiuyuan finished asking that he looked at Zhu Bo, "Tell me."

"Xiaguan... There is a booklet at home, which is some evidence collected by Xiaguan."

The owner told Song Yi where the booklet was placed, and knelt on the ground excitedly.

"My lord, the county magistrate was going to search for some oil and water and run away with his wife and children. You came just in time."

He inquired about this by accident, and when he learned of Fu Zhixian's plan, he racked his brains and couldn't think of a way.

Fortunately, the prince came in time.

"If it's one step too late, we're afraid Mao won't even see it."

Song Jiuchi clicked his tongue, and he could roughly see that Fu Zhi County was run by his elder brother.

He said meanly: "What you said sounds good. How do I know if you are also preparing to run away? You are deliberately surrendering now."

"No lower officer!"

The master hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "This is the strategy that the lower official thought of to deal with the snow disaster.

It's just that when it was dedicated to the magistrate, it was rejected by the magistrate, and the lower officials had no chance to implement it. "

He is just a clerk, and he really can't intervene in the magistrate's decision-making.