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Qiuheng looked at the boy with red ears and smiled, "Of course it's okay. As long as Fangzhou can make it, Lord Xue can eat whatever he wants."
"Red bean cake is good." Xue Han finished speaking quickly, with a solemn expression, "I have something to do, let's go first."
Qiuheng shook her head and got on the carriage.
Xue Han has become more and more bizarre recently, so he needs a snack to put on the seriousness of handling the case. What I know is asking her for snacks, and what I don’t know is thinking that I ask her for physical evidence.
Fangzhou prepared red bean cake and osmanthus cake, and Qiuheng handed the food box to Hu Si on the street.
"Miss Qiu Liu is another person?" Hu Si was much more polite than before when facing Qiu Heng.
There is no choice. Anyone who has ever seen this little girl pulling her hair hard is going to be polite. "Yes, it's convenient to come out alone, just walk around." Hu Si twitched his mouth, thinking that it was rare for a young lady to sneak out and play with such a righteous way.
"Then Miss Qiu Liu pays attention to safety and ask someone if you have any questions."
Hu Si took the food box to see Xue Han, and couldn't help saying, "This Yongqing Boss Mansion is not good. It's too easy for the girl in the house to sneak out."
"Send the snacks to Uncle Xu."
"Yes."
After Hu Si left, Xue Han looked through the case file for a while, got up and walked out.
The streets were crowded with traffic.
Xue Han walked aimlessly. "Mr. Xue." A familiar female voice came.
Xue Han suddenly turned his head and saw a hurried person with blurred faces.
Is it because of an hallucination?
He thought to himself, and noticed that his steps were approaching. "Miss Qiu Liu--"
Qiu Heng bent her lips: "If I had known that I would have met this coincidence, I would have given you the snacks."
"It's a coincidence." Xue Han said this, feeling guilty for no reason.
Qiuheng raised her foot and walked forward in a gossiping tone: "Is Mr. Xue busy today?"
"It's not busy." Xue Han's eyes passed by the girl's thick black hair and looked straight ahead, "Why didn't Miss Qiu Liu go home?"
Qiuheng avoided the children jumping past: "Often when you go out, you can mobilize many troops. It's rare to be free, so you want to stroll around more."
Walking side by side, as if you are closest to someone, Xue Han randomly found a topic: "Hui Niang got rid of the family, is it Miss Qiu Liu?"
Qiuheng glanced at him: "Did Lord Xue know? Yes, I can't hide it from the Imperial City Department."
It's not easy for an official prostitute to get rid of the family, so he asked Brother Ling to go.
"I just didn't expect Miss Qiu Liu to do these for Hui Niang." Xue Han paused, "Hui Niang was forcibly robbed by Yuan Chenghai in her early years." Qiu Heng raised her eyebrows.
She really didn't know Hui Niang's past, but after a short contact, she felt that Hui Niang was a good person, so she used the other party to help within her ability.
"Hui Niang likes the fragrance I make very much and gives me a very generous gift. It is hard to help but sigh when she falls." Qiu Heng slowed down and glanced at the young peddler who was carrying the burden. "After all, Yuan Chenghai was unkind and harmed too many people."
"Indeed, fortunately, he has already suffered retribution."
Qiu Heng looked up at Xue Han and asked with a smile: "Mr. Xue also believed in retribution?"
Qiuyang gently the outline of the boy's face and softened his voice: "I believe."
Qiu Heng blinked.
Always feel that Xue Han is not the one who believes in these things.
Thinking of this, I heard him say, "If God doesn't report it, someone will report it."
Qiu Heng's heart was thrilled when he heard it, and there was no trace of the matter: "I heard that Yuan Chenghai was looking for strange flowers and stones for the emperor, and used it as a guise to harm the people of the southeast. Now that he is dead, the people of the southeast can finally take a breath."
First, there were endless hemp papers posted all over the city, and then Yuan Chenghai's crimes were notified. The whole capital city had heard of how miserable the people of the southeast were caused by Yuan Chenghai. Xue Han didn't answer the conversation.
Qiu Heng's heart was slightly moved: "Will there be a new person take over again?"
She guessed because of Xue Han's silence, but she really heard the answer.
"Mr. Li from the Ministry of Works took over his post and went south soon."
Qiuheng stopped: "Mr. Li from the Ministry of Works?"
Did Li meet Li Liang and Li when he left the palace yesterday? It turns out that he took over Yuan Chenghai's errand?
A Yuan thief died, and another corrupt official went to - imagine that Emperor Jingping summoned Li Liang after the banquet yesterday and told him to go south to find a good situation for him. Qiu Heng's stomach suddenly surged, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and ran to the side of the road.
Xue Han chased after him: "Miss Qiu Liu, what's wrong with you?"
Qiu Heng held the weeping willows beside the road and retching for a while. He looked up and waved his hand at Xue Han: "I'm fine--"
After the words, big tears fell from the corner of his eyes, but he didn't realize it.
The girl's snow-white face and silent tears made Xue Han feel thrilled.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read! "I'll take you to the clinic." Xue Han didn't care about anything else and reached out to hold Qiu Heng's wrist.
Qiu Heng suddenly pulled out his hand and took several steps back. "Miss Qiu Liu--"
The bloodless girl smiled at him reluctantly: "I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe I had my stomach damaged. Just go home and have a rest. Lord Xue, let's go to work by yourself, I'll leave first."
She left in a hurry, and Xue Han quickly followed.
"Mr. Xue doesn't have to follow me--" The despair and disgusting emotions were like thick ink, stirring Qiu Heng's heart lake.
It is the cognition that has been shaken, the direction of efforts for it has become chaos, and the suffering suffered to achieve the goal seems in vain.
The huge absurdity enveloped Qiu Heng, making her almost suffocated like a fish that suddenly jumped ashore.
She even felt that she was nothing and ridiculous.
Has she really gone thirty years later?
The omnipotent gentleman, the king who kneels down and trusts him, the endless fire, the ravaged people... Will everything be just her illusion?
She is nothing, she can't change anything, right?
Qiuheng looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, thunder rolled, strong wind suddenly rose, and the rain curtain connected the sky and the earth, covering everything.
Pealants on the street hurriedly ran past, and the open shop door hurriedly pulled up.
Qiuheng walked in the heavy rain, wetting her clothes.
Then, she was pulled into a hug.
The boy's voice came from her head, with depression and confusion: "Miss Qiu Liu, what's wrong with you?"
What's wrong?
Qiuheng didn't know what was wrong with her. She just couldn't control her instinctive disgust and wanted to fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
There was no response, which made Xue Han even more anxious.
"Qiuheng!"
He shouted, but found that the girl in her arms had her eyes closed and there was no sound.
The huge panic grabbed the boy's heart: "Aheng!"
There was still no response.
Xue Han picked up Qiu Heng and went straight to the nearest clinic.
In the clinic, the guy was kicked away as soon as he closed the door.
"What are you doing--"
Before the guy asked, Xue Han threw a ingot of silver over: "Please let your best doctor and see what's wrong with this girl!"
A quarter of an hour later, in the wing room where the patient was treated, the doctor who had finished his pulse said to Xue Han: "This girl is so angry that she will wake up and take the decoction later."
"Thank you."
The doctor got up and went out, and Xue Han looked at the girl who had not yet woken up and was silently ecstatic.