Chapter 1309: The poor family doctor girl conquered the Jin Yiwei envoy 24
Long Qianhu strode out of the Beizhen Fusi gate and walked down the steps, and many snowflakes fell on his shoulders in an instant.
"Doctor Ye Xiao, why did you come here suddenly, are you in any trouble?"
Before Commander Ling left, he instructed Long Qianhu to take care of the Ye family. He kept this errand in his heart, and Commander Ling did not relax when he returned to Beijing.
"No trouble."
Shu Ange hugged the stove, his curved eyebrows like a cute crescent moon.
"Long Qianhu, I haven't seen Mr. Ling for a long time. Is he busy with official business recently?"
Shu Ange went straight to the point and directly inquired about Ling Feiluan's whereabouts.
Long Qianhu looked around and confirmed that there were no suspicious people around. This time, he lowered his voice and said, "Doctor Xiao Ye, Commander Ling has been in the prison for several days. He interrogates prisoners day and night, and persuades everyone to persuade them. don't stop."
Shu Ange thought that Ling Feiluan might have gone out to do errands, but after hearing Long Qianhu say that others were in Beizhen Fusi, she rolled her dark eyes and the corners of her lips curved upward: "Long Qianhu, can you help Do I have a message for Master Ling? I have something important to discuss with Master Ling."
Long Qianhu frowned a little embarrassedly: "This... Doctor Xiaoye, Master Ling has been sleeping and forgetting to eat recently. If you have anything, it is better for me to convey it."
"This matter is related to the Jiangxi corruption case. I have important clues in my hands. Long Qianhu can just tell Master Ling about it."
Long Qianhu's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Is this true?!"
The wind blew snowflakes and fell into the warm carriage, turning into small water stains. Shu Ange raised his eyebrows and said in a confident tone, "How did I ever deceive Long Qianhu and adults?"
"Doctor Xiao Ye, wait a moment, and I'll tell Commander Ling."
Long Qianhu turned around and went back to the Beizhen Fusi. Shu Ange lowered the curtain of the car and hugged the stove tightly. Ling Feiluan's cold and solemn face appeared in his mind.
He loves official business too much, this is not good, it is not her who hurts her body.
After about a cup of tea, Ling Feiluan appeared in front of the door of Fusi in Beizhen. Shu Ange heard the guard shouting "Lord Ling", opened the curtain and stuck out his head.
The snow hasn't stopped yet, Ling Feiluan's eyes are like thunder and lightning, she smiles slightly, and the cold winter day is a little warmer.
Ling Feiluan walked like the wind, Shu Ange blinked twice and saw him appear in front of him.
"Master Ling."
Shu Ange jumped out of the carriage, took out copper coins from his purse and settled the bill, and greeted Ling Feiluan with a smile.
The snow and ice, the snow like goose feathers, fell on Ling Feiluan's clean unicorn robe.
He is not afraid of heat and cold, and he dresses in the same way throughout the year.
"anything."
Long Qianhu didn't lie to Shu Ange, she looked at Ling Feiluan carefully, his face was pale and his eyes were covered with black like a raven, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.
Thinking of Ling Feiluan staying up for a few nights, Shu Ange feels more distressed than anyone else.
"Sir, can you take a step to talk? I heard from Long Qianhu that you haven't been out of jail for several days. Let's walk around the neighborhood together."
The snow fell heavily, and Shu Ange's boots fell on the ground with a shallow mark on his foot.
The burnout between Ling Feiluan's eyebrows is distressing, and she really wants to share his worries.
Since the separation, Ling Feiluan has seen Shu Ange in her dreams countless times. He had never dreamed of a person so often, and the more he missed him, the more restrained he had to be.
When he heard the news that Shu Ange had returned to the capital, he didn't visit her for the first time.
The people of the First Prince's party are getting more and more restless. Ling Feiluan's investigation in Jiangxi has disturbed the interests of too many people.
Now the Queen's faction wants to do their best to protect Jiangxi Governor Lu Hengze, but what Ling Feiluan has to do is to make him plead guilty and obey the law.
This time, Ling Feiluan brought back more than a dozen officials from Jiangxi. These are all people of some weight, not the little rascals who had been dealt with at will before.
In order to pry open the mouths of these people, Ling Feiluan used many very human methods. After coming out of the prison, he still felt a strong smell of blood in his nose.
Ling Feiluan's eyes fell on Shu Ange's straight nose, she shouldn't have come, too many people were staring at Beizhen Fusi. Her identity may be exposed at any time, and people in the prince's lineage will not let her go easily.
"Go back, this is not where you should be."
Ling Feiluan looked into Shu Ange's eyes and said these words with a blank expression.
His voice and his expression sounded a bit too ruthless, but Shu Ange could feel that he was caring about himself.
"Lord Ling, let's walk together. It's not dark enough in the capital to be in front of the Fusi Gate in Beizhen, so you have to be cautious in your words and deeds."
Shu Ange kicked up a pile of snow with his toes, and Xue Mo mixed with the fluttering snowflakes, looking extraordinarily beautiful.
She was so stubborn and brave that he was helpless.
Ling Feiluan paused, then nodded to Shu Ange: "This way."
The snow gradually became smaller, Shu Ange followed Ling Feiluan, stepping on the footprints he left, and his thoughts turned back and forth.
When he was some distance away from Beizhen Fusi, Shu Ange grabbed a ball of snow, stepped up on tiptoe, and naughtyly stuffed the snow into Ling Feiluan's neck.
He didn't dodge, allowing the cold snow to fall into his scorching shoulders.
"Lord Ling, you have to smile."
Shu Ange reached out and pressed Ling Feiluan's eyebrows, gently smoothing the wrinkles between his eyebrows.
He stretched his brows and held her catkin with his backhand.
"Don't make trouble."
A soft whisper is more heartwarming than a doting whisper.
Shu Ange held Ling Feiluan's hand, lowered his head and breathed into his palm.
"Xiang Gong's hands are too cold, please warm them up."
The sudden appearance of the husband made Ling Feiluan tremble a little, as if they had returned to the days when the two of them acted as young couples in Jiangxi.
At that time, she was like a virtuous little wife, taking care of him tenderly and considerately.
"Xiu Niang."
Ling Feiluan took out her hand from her small, warm palm, tidied her temples, and brushed the snowflakes from her hair.
Shu Ange opened his arms, threw himself into his cold embrace, and pressed his face to his chest.
"Master, I miss you."
Ling Feiluan didn't dodge, let her hold her, her heartbeat suddenly became faster.
Under the eaves in the distance, a cold light suddenly flashed, Ling Feiluan's face changed, holding Shu Ange with one hand, and pulling out the embroidered spring knife around his waist with the other hand.
The light of the knife was like water, and it was unparalleled in sharpness. Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and several plum blossom darts made of fine iron were knocked to the ground.
Someone was carrying out a sneak attack, and the howling wind made Shu Ange frown.
"My lord, don't worry about me when the assassin comes, I will take care of myself."
Shu Ange never thought that he would still encounter assassins within the sphere of influence of Beizhen Fusi.
She always thought that Jin Yiwei was a monolith, and no matter how rampant the mastermind behind the Jiangxi corruption case was, she would not dare to act here.
After the hidden weapon was knocked to the ground, several masked assassins in white robes flew out from under the surrounding eaves.
In the past few days, the capital was covered with heavy snow, and the assassins were hiding nearby in white robes, but the patrolling Jinyiwei and Jing Zhaoyin's yamen did not find them.