Chapter 1395 I Looked Down and Saw Xiao Li in a Hurry
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Two days ago, I was in a tea house in the countryside a hundred miles away from Xijin County.
The old shopkeeper personally brought tea and two drawers of steamed buns into the teahouse's only simple room.
As soon as the door of the small room opened, the big white wolf squatting beside the door stood up suddenly, with a cold light in his ice-blue eyes.
The old shopkeeper smiled softly, put down the tray without panic, took a bun and handed it to Bai Lang.
The white wolf sniffed it and bit it away.
The old shopkeeper sat down, looked up at the white-haired old man standing opposite the window, sighed, and asked: "Are you leaving tomorrow morning? Can't you wait any longer?"
The white-haired old man turned his head, looked at the old man he had known for half his life, and shook his head: "It's too late, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."
The old shopkeeper frowned: "Didn't you already write to the young master? Why don't you let the young master arrest the group? Why do you need to personally intervene?"
"How does he know this?"
The old shopkeeper was stunned: "Master, don't you know?"
The white-haired old man stopped talking, picked up the buns on the table, and ate them slowly.
After a while, the old shopkeeper spoke again: "Why don't we go to the emperor? The emperor has always been filial to you. If he knew that this group of people dared to take death row prisoners privately and tried to harm you, they would not stand idly by."
The white-haired old man put down the bun and sighed: "You, you are not much younger than me. Now you have children and grandchildren. You just want to enjoy your old age. Why bother worrying about me?" The old shopkeeper stood up and said: "One day Lord, Lord for life. This old slave has served you for half his life. How can you say that you can just let it go? Besides, this old slave really doesn’t think it is necessary. What on earth do those people want, can’t you give it to them? You After hiding for so many years, even the emperor and young master
Even if you keep it secret, is that thing more important than your life? "
"It's just more important than my life." The old man said calmly.
The old shopkeeper paused and sat back on the stool slumped.
The white wolf that had eaten a steamed bun was obviously not full. He swung his tail low and nuzzled up to his master. The white-haired old man gave it another one, and at the same time said to the old shopkeeper: "That group of people found out that I had returned to Xijin County a few days ago, and they were afraid that they thought I left the things in Hongjia Village. They were so cruel that they even put them in jail. Death row prisoners dare to be smuggled out for personal use. I am worried that they will do harm to innocent people.
The villagers were unfavorable and asked Dong'er to find out the whereabouts of the man named Xiao. It turned out that he was the leader of the group of death row prisoners. He thought there would be news soon, but he didn't expect that the reply would not arrive for a long time. So he had no choice but to go west to the county. I have to go back..."
"But if you go back, wouldn't it be just as those people wanted? They just want to find you..."
The old man smiled bitterly: "There's nothing we can do about it."
There was a conversation between master and servant, but in the end, there was no solution.
The next day, before dawn, the old shopkeeper woke up and found that the bed opposite was empty.
His old master and the white wolf whom he met again in his later years have disappeared without a trace.
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The distance of a hundred miles can be said to be far or near, but if you work hard, you can get there quickly.
In the county government office, Yun Xi stood up while packing the medical box, and said to the energetic middle-aged man on the bed: "Don't touch the water, change the medicine twice a day."
Ji Chundong looked at the wound on his chest, said "yes" without feeling anything, and stood up to get out of bed.
Yun Xi glanced at him, pushed him back seriously, and said, "Lie down for a while."
Ji Chundong was very unhappy: "This little injury is nothing to mention. Those grandsons were injured more seriously than me. Damn it, is there any way to kill people in the street? Don't let me catch them. If you catch them, kill them." All the skins have been peeled off!”
The vulgar words blurted out, Yun Xi heard it, shook his head, didn't bother to care anymore, took the medical kit, turned around and left.
Outside the door, Magistrate Song was guarding fearfully. When he saw the doctor coming out, he hurriedly asked cautiously: "Ji, Master Ji, are you okay?"
Before Yun Xi could answer, a powerful male voice came out from the room: "County Magistrate Song? Are you still there?"
"I'm here, I'm here." County Magistrate Song nodded and walked in, his back soaked with sweat. In the county under his jurisdiction, there was a bad phenomenon of gangsters hurting people on the street, and the person injured was an official of the imperial court. When County Magistrate Song first heard about it, he was so frightened that he almost fainted. Now that he saw Ji Chundong again, he felt extremely guilty: "All the people who can be sent out among the yamen have been sent out. Don't worry, sir, I will definitely do it when I am lowered." Let me give you an explanation. I will dig deep into the ground to find those bandits for you!
"Must find out!" "Ji Chundong said viciously: "Those people are carrying weapons and walking in the busy city. It's easy for me to have minor injuries. But what if they go crazy and attack passers-by? Moreover, they are not ordinary people. The other officers did not see clearly, but one of them was the young man.
Xiao Xizheng, the death row prisoner who escaped from the East Desert in the early days, the magistrate of Song County, a fugitive! "
Magistrate Song was so frightened that he turned pale and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, I will personally lead people to arrest them. As long as they remain in Xijin County, I will dig them all out!"
After repeated assurances, Ji Chundong finally let Magistrate Song leave.
When the room calmed down, he couldn't help but think deeply. His adoptive father wrote to him two months ago, asking him to find out who Xiao Xizheng was. Two months later, Xiao Xizheng appeared in Xijin County and boldly attacked him.
Is this a coincidence or intentional?
Why did the adoptive father want to check the information of a fugitive? How could Xiao Xizheng appear in Xijin County? It just so happened that he was also in Xijin County. Is there any connection between them?
He appeared in Xijin County because of the Wanli case. So, if he was not here, would Xiao Xizheng chase him to Yuanzhou and attack him? Then Xiao Xizheng, does he have some grudge against his adoptive father?
Could it be that his adoptive father wanted him to investigate this person because he might be harmful to him?
So why didn't the adoptive father say it clearly in the letter, reminding him to be careful in everything?
No, it shouldn't be that simple. So what is the reason behind it?
After some fruitless thinking, Ji Chundong couldn't sit still. He got out of bed, took out his pen and ink, and wrote and added a letter. He was exactly recording today's events and wanted to ask his adoptive father again.
But after he finished writing the letter, it was past midnight. It was too late at night and the inn was closed. The letter must not be sent tonight. He felt depressed and couldn't sleep, so he simply went out of the yard to enjoy the breeze.
As soon as he left the yard, he bumped into someone. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was Xiao Li who was in a hurry.
Xiao Li also just heard that something happened to Uncle Ji. He hurried over, grabbed Uncle Ji's hand and asked, "Uncle, are you okay?"
Ji Chundong was relieved, and his worries dissipated a little. He shook his head: "It's a small injury, so there's no need to be nervous."
Xiao Li stood on tiptoe and looked around Ji Chundong: "Brother Yunxi said you were injured. The wound was caused by a cold silver dagger. What kind of dagger is it? How many feet and inches is it? Are there any marks on the blade?"
Ji Chundong was stunned and asked: "Why are you asking these questions?" Xiao Li was very anxious: "Yesterday, yesterday in Hongjia Village, some villagers were stabbed with a dagger like that. I was at the scene at the time, and the gangster used a five-inch dagger. The sharp blade and the body of the dagger are also made of cold silver iron. Uncle Ji, can I see your wound? I want to make sure!"