The fake eunuch who lurked in the palace

"No busy work, I've already eaten." Mao Wenyun's voice was gentle and approachable.

After bidding farewell to the villagers, Mao Wenyun then showed Li Yi the way.

"Magistrate Mao, there is a place where I have to talk about you. As the magistrate in charge of a county, you should treat everyone equally."

"If I'm a treacherous person, why can't I be treated fairly?"

"Please, please have a good face next time you see me." Li Yi frowned.

Mao Wenyun's eyelids rolled up. She didn't have a silver hairpin to prick her. She was already kind. She dared to ask for so much. She was really shameless.

"Why don't you say anything? It's so quiet around here. You can't be a bit popular and you're not afraid of me running away."

"Hey, why are you getting lighter and lighter? It's over, I'm not a ghost anymore!" Li Yi trembled.

"Mao Wenyun, take a breath."

"Shut your mouth."

Unable to bear it, Mao Wenyun said, "Why are you pretending? He is the only one who is still afraid of ghosts!"

When killing people, the knife falls with a sharp stroke!

Li Yi curled his lips, "Magistrate Mao, I've carried you this far, and you don't have to repay me, just ask me to shut up!"

"What kind of truth is this?"

"Bullying my honesty!"

"Ow!"

"You are so brave after eating the heart of a bear! How dare you pinch me!!!"

"Wait, I'll feed you to the wolves in a moment!!!"

"Still want to pinch?"

Li Yi carried the man on his shoulders.

"Jiang Jin, let me down." Mao Wenyun was annoyed.

"This is not what you asked for." Li Yi raised his head and looked at the road, "A good girl wants to learn bad things from Lin Shu."

"I didn't believe the teeth marks on her neck before, but now it seems that they were indeed dog bites."

"Look at the salary, I will tell you all to be avant-garde, and I will steal it for you that night!" Li Yi snorted.

"Don't be too arrogant. It's not you who has the final say. I'll report it to the Queen Mother." Mao Wenyun tilted his head and didn't intend to speak anymore. He couldn't say anything, but he was angry.

Li Yi smiled and stopped teasing him. Maybe he wouldn't say a word and he was still pointing at Mao Wenyun to lead the way.

"It's in front." Mao Wenyun lightly opened his red lips.

Li Yi put the man down. Shi Xiang lived some distance from the village, but his wooden house could be said to be the best. It looked new and strong.

Seeing Li Yi's surprise, Mao Wenyun slowly explained: "There used to be a river south of the village. Every June, the river level rose and flooded the crops. It was Shi Xiang who had people dig a channel to divert the water into the ditch, thus solving the flood problem."

"The people in the village are grateful to him. Shi Xiang was released from prison and had nowhere to go, so the villagers brought him here. Over the years, he has been taken care of by various families."

After hearing this, Li Yi became silent for a rare moment. Ten years is not just one or two days, which shows the pure heart of the villagers.

Following Mao Wenyun, Li Yi entered the hospital.

"Mr. Shi, can you come in easily?" Mao Wenyun knocked on the door and asked in a loud voice.

Seeing the jingling sound coming from inside, Mao Wenyun pushed the door open.

Li Yi looked past her and looked inside. The room was simply furnished, with only a bed and a table. A skinny man lay there with sunken eye sockets and a yellow complexion.

He was clearly still in his prime, but he was older than the elderly. His whole body looked like rotten wood.

"Mr. Shi, I brought a friend here. Although you gave me the drawings, I cannot take on the important task. In the whole world, you are the only one who can dig a canal connecting the north and the south."

"I sent a letter to my good friend in Chu State, and he will help me invite Xun Xiu."

After Mao Wenyun bowed, he said to Shi Xiang.

Shi Xiang took a deep breath, moved his feet, and kicked the wooden board aside. Shi Xiang's waist was seriously injured. No matter how carefully the villagers took care of him, Kunai couldn't get out the money and couldn't buy precious medicinal materials for him. Shixiang conditioning.

Ordinary herbs have little effect, so much so that Shi Xiang has been unable to even sit up in these years.

As he requested, the villagers hollowed out the bed board under his feet, covered it with straw paper, and put pen and ink on it for him to write on.

Stroke by stroke, Shi Xiang's words revealed begging and helplessness. If he could, of course he would want to dig it himself, but it was a pity that he couldn't even stand up.

A life-long hope has finally come to nothing.

His body has no more oil to replenish, and even if Xun Xiu comes, he may not be able to do anything.

Mao Wen, he had personally tried it out, and he was a person worth trusting.

"Mr. Shi?"

Seeing the last four words, Mao Wenyun raised his eyes fiercely, "Mr. Shi, what do you mean?"

"Shi Xiang's last chapter? Are you planning to end it?"