Your Majesty, don't worry

Lu Chan sadly wanted to leave but was stopped.

"Why did the woman on Ningde Street suddenly vomit blood and fell to the ground?"

"The woman is dead." Lu Chan became serious, "I have asked the assistant of Dali Temple to investigate the cause of death."

Qi Yan nodded, turned and went in.

The room is warm, with a smell of medicine.

Su Qingbai had already got out of bed. He was wearing a thin underwear with a bandage on his chest. He was writing something while standing at the table.

Qi Yan stepped forward quickly, approached him from behind and held his hand, saying, "Why did you get out of bed? What are you going to write? I'll replace you."

"Write a letter for Akabane to take back to Lin Sang, telling him to take care of the clothes dyeing workshop for a few days."

Qi Yan curled his lips and said, "How do you know I won't let you go?"

"Then if I pretend I don't know, can the emperor let me go back?"

"..."

Qi Yan took Su Qingbai's hand and slowly wrote the words, saying: "After the injury is cured, I will personally send you back."

Su Qingbai deliberately scratched a line of ink on the paper, "I can't write well, rewrite it. The emperor will write it himself."

He took his hand out of Qi Yan's and walked back to the bed.With Qi Yan on his back, there was no sound in the room, only honey candles jumping, and figures were indistinct.

After a long time, Qi Yan coughed, and then again, Su Qingbai turned around, Qi Yan covered the drawing paper, stood up and smiled slightly, and said: "Rest earlier, I will be in the imperial study, what is the pain?" Tell Liufu."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Su Qingbai frowned deeply. He looked at the paper on the desk, but there was nothing there. Under the paper was a book of "The Analects of Confucius".

Day two.

It was colder than the previous day.

Su Qingbai opened the door, the cold wind came in and messed up her hair.

Liu Fu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young master, what do you want me to tell this old slave? It's windy outside, so it's better to move around less."

"What about the emperor?"

Liufu's smile faltered, and his tone was slightly blunt, "The emperor... is reading the notebooks in the imperial study."

"Oh, watched it all night?"

"Looked at midnight."

Su Qingbai looked at the snow-covered bamboo outside the window with narrowed eyes, and said coldly, "The emperor said that he won't read the booklets these days."

He leaned forward and asked again: "Where is the emperor?"

Liufu's tongue was stiff, and he bowed his head and said, "The emperor is in Nuanxin Pavilion."

"what happened?"

"After morning, I'm a little tired."

Su Qingbai only wore a white middle coat and no outer robe, and walked towards the Nuanxin Pavilion on the snow.

Liu Fu panicked, and followed behind, "Young Master, stay behind. If you catch the wind and cold, this old slave..."

"I take care of it."

Warm Heart Pavilion.

The newly appointed Shaoqing of Dali Temple knelt outside the screen.

Hearing Qi Yan cough twice, his voice was weak, and he said, "Li Jincheng, the director of Dali Temple, is going with you too?"

"Yes."

"He is Taifu Li's only son, you should take care of him more. If the situation is not right, send him back first."

"Yes."

The room was quiet for a while, and I heard Qi Yan say again: "I heard that you have a problem with not remembering things, is there really no problem in investigating the case?"

The people on the ground paused, and said earnestly: "I have an old man in the imperial capital, as long as I remember everything related to him clearly."

"Oh?" Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, "The matter of Xingyuan Town is also related to him?"

"It's irrelevant. But I'm in the imperial capital with him, so I remember when I think of this minister."

Qi Yan didn't know what he was thinking, after a while, he said: "Go down."

The person on the ground kowtowed again, then got up, and almost bumped into a aggressive person before he walked out the door.