Chapter 952 The News that Liu Wei’s Head Is Missing

"Sir from Beijing? The officer said, could it be the master from Zhengemen?" The storyteller seemed to have heard something interesting and couldn't help laughing: "You are from out of town. You still don't believe in evil?" , that gentleman from Beijing has left!"

"Gone? How could it be?"

The storyteller said: "I heard that he left on the second day after the accident. Of course, he said he left, but the Fu family uncle took action. Who knows how he left! In short, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him in the future. Him!"

"Hey, do you people from Qingzhou still dare to lynch our adults from Beijing? It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!" The man slapped the table and jumped in anger.

The storyteller, however, was just enjoying his free time and watching with a cold eye. Some of the people watching the show around him were either sighing or proud. In short, they all looked different.

Fang Ruotong was sitting in the side room. Seeing that the dishes were all served, he asked the old woman, "What are they talking about? The adults from Beijing?"

The old grandma didn’t know, so she said she would go and find out something.

After going out for a while, the old mama came back to find out more about it and said: "It seems that the master of Zhengemen came to Qingzhou and caused an incident, which offended the seventh young master of the Fu family. But after that, it seemed that No one saw that adult again. The adult did not go to the Yamen or Fu's house. Some people spread the news that the adult had left. Others said that the adult had been caught by Fu's family and secretly Disposed of. Hey, this Fu family used to be quite well-behaved. Now the emperor is seriously ill, so it has become such a mess. Miss, let’s go back as soon as we find Miss Li’s family. When we came out, we thought this was a serious place, but we didn’t expect it. Worse than Beijing."

Fang Ruotong was noncommittal and asked her mother, "Where's my letter?"

Fang Ruotong received another letter, which came from Qingzhou and was written by Li Yin, asking her to go to the Mahogany Loft behind East Third Street to find someone after entering the city.

After reading the address above, Fang Ruotong handed the letter to the old woman and said: "I will go directly to the city in the afternoon. I will be relieved to find Yin'er as soon as possible."

The old mama agreed and asked the young lady if she had heard of the book. Unexpectedly, Fang Ruotong listened and waved her hand, indicating to the old mama to close the window.

When the old grandma closed the window to block out the noise from downstairs, she missed the two figures in a corner of the first floor who were leisurely listening to a book.

Liu Wei took a sip of water, tilted her head, and asked Rong Leng, who was shaving fish bones for her next to her: "Is that Mr. Jing they are talking about me?"

Rong Leng removed all the bones from the fish, leaving only the white tender meat. He held the meat and brought it to the mouth of the person next to him. After Liu Wei took a bite, he said, "Yeah."

Liu Wei finished eating and said, "This Qingzhou person is much better at making up stories than the Kyoto people, but he just doesn't want to make any noise in the Fu family's territory. If he keeps a low profile, the news will spread that my head is missing."

Rong Leng picked up another piece of fish, handed it to her mouth, and said, "I won't be able to hear you tomorrow."

Liu Wei knew what he meant, looked at him, thought for a moment, and reminded: "Speak carefully, don't scare the Fu family. We haven't left, and they haven't even been able to breathe." After speaking, he looked again. Looking outside, he clicked his tongue and said impatiently: "Are you sure you can meet the people who arrested Li Yin here? Why didn't I see anyone suspicious?"

During their few days in Qingzhou, except for the incident on the first day, Liu Wei and Rong Leng lived in seclusion. They stayed in a government inn instead of an inn, and they did not go to the other courtyard where the Fu family arranged to invite guests. There were rumors outside. It got mixed up and became more and more outrageous.

Liu Wei didn't care either.

As for what she has been busy with these days, she is naturally busy with Liu Moyi's body.

Liu Mo lost too much blood. Although he was saved, he was still injured at the root. Because he didn't want him to suffer from pain in the first two days, Liu Wei gave him a drug that would not hurt him and let him sleep more. Some time later, when he woke up the next afternoon, his body had passed its initial strength, there was no more pain, and he had suffered less.

Liu Wei kept treating Liu Mo's injuries one after another. Fu Zichen never returned to Fu's house from that day on and stayed at the inn.

Liu Wei came out without her attendants, and Rong Leng did not allow her to take personal care of Liu Moyi. Fu Zichen's existence became important at this time.

Liu Wei did not hold him accountable for his mistakes, although he asked him to make up for his mistakes and asked him to serve Liu Moyi comfortably.

Originally, Liu Wei planned to wait until Liu Mo got better before she and Rong Leng returned to Beijing.

I promised Xiao Li to go back as soon as possible, but due to the road delay, it was already overtime. If I still didn't leave, I'm afraid the little guy at home would be in trouble.

But just last night, Liu Wei happened to hear the secret guard reporting something to Rongreng and mentioning Li Yin.

Li Yin was indeed taken to Qingzhou, and the information the secret guards heard was vague. They only said that someone had seen her on West Third Street.

There are three villas belonging to the Fu family on West Third Street, as well as an entire street-facing shop. Liu Wei guessed that Li Yin was brought here by the Fu family, but she didn't know how her life was going, but she was treated badly.

It stands to reason that she is useful and no one should abuse her.

After eating a few more pieces of fish, and after finishing all the tenderest parts of the fish, Liu Weicai wiped his mouth and looked around.

Rong Leng pulled her face back and put a bowl of wolfberry soup in front of her.

Liu Wei blew the soup carelessly, and when it was a little less hot, she took a spoon and sipped it one bite at a time.

Liu Wei drank happily, chewing two wolfberry berries from time to time, and her mouth was full of sweet taste.

"After finishing the whole meal, will anyone really come?"

Liu Wei mumbled impatiently and felt her hand being grabbed. She turned around and saw Rong Leng holding her hand and wiping her hands with a wet handkerchief soaked in warm water.

After wiping it clean, Liu Wei felt his hands were cold and stretched out a finger to poke Rong Leng's nose to cool him down.

Rong Leng glanced at her and wiped her other hand.

After both hands were wiped, Liu Wei looked at Rong Leng and asked, "Are you really sure this is here? Qingzhou City has three gates and a port, so are you sure this is the suburb?"

Rong Leng took a sip of the tea, but because the taste was average, he didn't drink deeply. He took a peck and put down the cup, and said calmly: "Yes."

Seeing that he was confident, Liu Wei didn't know what to say, so she curled her lips and waited.

It was too boring to wait, so Liu Wei focused her attention on the storyteller in front to see what other interesting stories she could hear.

The suburbs of Qingzhou are a transportation fortress. Those who enter the city enter the city and those who go out leave.

It was so busy, but within half an hour, there was almost a new group of people in the restaurant.

Liu Wei glanced at the time and felt a little drowsy.

But at this moment, his eyes happened to turn and he caught a glimpse of something strange.

Liu Wei's eyelashes fluttered, the fatigue just now flashed away, and her eyes were filled with seriousness. She pushed Rong Ling beside her and asked, "But those three people?"

The storyteller was still talking, but among the listeners sitting at the table not far in front of the storyteller enjoying tea, there were two men and one woman, which seemed particularly awkward.

The two men were both around thirty years old and looked fierce, while the woman was not too young either. Her whole body exuded the delicate smell of travel dust, her face was heavily powdered, and she had a mole at the end of her eye.