Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

The autumn rain beat down the branches and leaves, and the wind at night carried the rain on the body, which made people feel cold in their bones.

Wearing a bamboo hat, the post envoy drove to the Wuyuan post station in the wind and rain.

The warm dim yellow light in the post station reflected on his body, the post envoy let out a sound, and reined in the horse.When the horse stopped at the gate of the post station, the post emissary dismounted, took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and entered the post station with the letter in his arms.

"Is this the letter that Quzhou is going to send to the capital?"

The post soldier received the letter from the post envoy, his face was calm, but his eyes were deep.

"Yes. It rained heavily today, and these letters almost got wet. Fortunately, I protected them tightly."

The postman didn't notice the postman's strangeness, he wrung out the rainwater from his clothes, and told the postman solemnly: "There are a few letters here that are very important, Mr. Qiu ordered not to make mistakes, you must be careful, hurry up Just send it to the capital, don't miss the adults' important matters."

The postman smiled: "It's up to you. Letters from adults like this are tied to our heads in the same belt. If we delay, none of us can escape."

The post envoy nodded: "That's exactly the reason."

Seeing that the rain outside was a little lighter, he put on his coir raincoat again, put it in his pocket, and said in a deep voice: "Since I have delivered the letter, I will go back first. I will leave the letter to the capital later." you guys."

The postman hummed: "You can go back at ease."

The sound of rain outside gradually subsided, and the post envoy finally said goodbye to the post soldiers, and then plunged into the rain again.

He didn't see the face and eyes of the postman who was still smiling after he left.

"These letters are really important, and they are really closely related to my head."

The postman took out the letter from the package, and originally wanted to dig out a few of them from the stack of letters, but when he thought of the order just issued earlier this morning, he still sneered and threw the stack of letters into the brazier beside him inside.

His eyes were heavy: "Thank you, sir... What a pity."

Since he knows that there are tigers in the mountain and still prefers to go to the mountain, then he is only to blame for falling into such a field.

As soon as this pile of letters was thrown into the brazier, it was slowly swallowed by the ferocious flames.

The envelope was burned to ashes, and the air filled the air.

The jailer lowered his head and saw that the last letter in the brazier that read "Send Jinwu Guard Shen An" was also burned, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

It has been ten days since I received a letter from Xie Zhao.

Fu Ling frowned and stood by the window, seeing Qi Lan walking into the yard empty-handed again, he couldn't suppress the boredom and anxiety in his heart.

He gradually felt that something might have happened to Xie Zhao.

"Your Highness, you are thinking too much."

Qi Lan comforted him: "Master Xie is the censor, and Bingwen is by his side. The officials in Quzhou must be very respectful when they see him. How could Master Xie make any mistakes?"

The more he spoke, the more certain he became: "Master Xie must be busy with official duties, so he has no time to write to you."

Busy with business?

Fu Ling frowned: No, with Xie Zhao's temperament, even if he is busy with official duties, he will not miss a letter for ten days.

Vaguely, he inexplicably felt that something happened to Xie Zhao.

Thinking that Xie Zhao might be in danger, but he was not by Xie Zhao's side, Fu Ling felt that he couldn't sit still for a moment.

After ten years in Dayu, Fu Ling hated his identity as a proton for the first time.

Because he is a proton, he can only be imprisoned in this city and cannot rush to Xie Zhao's side.

If something really happened to Xie Zhao

Fu Ling stood up and said in a deep voice, "Qi Lan, I'm going to find Liao Qingfeng."

After a pause, his eyes were complicated, and he changed his words: "...No, let's go to Master Zeng."

When Fu Ling entered the jewelry store from the back door and came to the private room on the second floor, Zeng Cheng was reclining on the slum, listening to a subordinate whispering the news he had recently inquired, bored.

"There has been some movement from King Cheng recently. Pei Shulin, Minister of the Ministry of Industry who has been in the south for several years, is going back to Beijing..."

Cheng Wang, Xu Yixin, Pei Shulin, Lin Ying, and the group of mad dogs at Yushitai.

Zeng Cheng narrowed his eyes and thought with great interest: This Dayu is really getting more and more interesting. The Beiyan people have the ability to muddy the water before they come.

But for Bei Yan, the muddier the water, the easier it is for them to fish in troubled waters.

Zeng Cheng thought regretfully: everything is fine, if the third prince is willing to go back with him, it will be even better.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

Just as Zeng Cheng thought about it, he looked up and saw a pale, thin and handsome young man in black standing at the door—it was the third prince Fu Ling whom he was thinking of.

Is this the sincerity of the heart?

Zeng Cheng was happy, and waved his subordinates to step back.He stood up and greeted Fu Ling with a less respectful courtesy, stretched out his hand to signal Fu Ling to sit on the opposite bench, and said with a smile: "Rare visitors, I thought I would never see the Third Prince again."

These words were hidden in the needle, making Fu Ling's eyes even colder.

But thinking of Xie Zhao, he still pursed his lips tightly and sat opposite Zeng Cheng without saying a word.

"Is there anything you need my servant to do?"

Zeng Cheng supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Fu Ling with a smile, but his eyes were scrutinizing.He tentatively said: "It must be something that you value very much that allows you to come here to find me at the risk of being discovered."

Fu Ling raised his eyes, didn't bother to deal with him, and directly stated his intention of coming.

He fixedly looked at Zeng Cheng: "I want Mr. Zeng's people to go to Quzhou for me."

Quzhou?

Zeng Cheng reacted immediately, narrowed his eyes, and said firmly, "It's Mr. Xie." He looked straight at Fu Ling with eagle-like eyes, "You came here to thank Mr. Xie."

Fu Ling did not deny it.

He said lightly: "I need someone from Mr. Zeng to go to Quzhou to see Xie Zhao for me. If he is in danger, he can also help him." He looked into Zeng Cheng's eyes and said calmly: " What Xie Zhao was like when he went to Quzhou, I hope he will be like that when he comes back.”

It was still a plea just now, but now it is directly an order.

Zeng Cheng wanted to laugh, and asked, "Why should I help the third prince?"

He made a cup of tea for Fu Ling, and put the teacup on the small table in front of Fu Ling: "Last time you asked me to check the matter of Mr. Xie for you, and I did it for you; but now Mr. Xie has gone to Quzhou, You want my people to follow."

He lazily said, "This is not just a joke, Your Highness."

Fu Ling didn't pick up his teacup.

He looked at Zeng Cheng calmly, waiting for what he hadn't finished speaking.

"If Mr. Xie is really in danger, and we are involved, it means that we are at a greater risk of being exposed."

Zeng Cheng laughed lazily. Although he said that the danger of exposure was great, his tone was still casual.He gave a short muffled laugh, and raised his eyebrows to look at Fu Ling: "My hard work in the capital for several months cannot be wasted because of Mr. Xie—Your Highness, I will not do such a loss-making business."

Fu Ling looked at him quietly, and said for a while, "I won't let you do business at a loss."

Zeng Cheng chuckled: "Oh? What will Your Highness do business with me?"

The private room fell into dead silence for a moment.

Fu Ling looked calm, but the hands on his knees clenched his sleeves tightly.

The scenes of the past year came to mind bit by bit, and in the end, all the fragments merged into one person's smiling face.

Fu Ling closed his eyes, and softly called the man's name in his heart.

——Xie Zhao.

——He is Xie Zhao.

Opening his eyes again, Fu Ling's eyes had become firm.

He raised his eyes to look at Zeng Cheng, and said word by word: "Master Zeng, I will go back with you."

He thought, for Xie Zhao, he could do anything.

The author has something to say: Although it's short, it's also the second watch, let's talk about our feelings (top the pot and run away)