Li Cheng looked at her and was about to say something.
Li Wenshu interrupted him and stood up. "Don't make excuses. The county magistrate will handle the murder case. It has nothing to do with you. I've already ordered my men to pack up. We'll leave today."
How could Li Cheng leave before the murder case was solved and the murderer was found?
"Just the last day. The day after tomorrow. I'll go with you." He begged.
But Li Wenshu was determined. "You have to go today. Hurry up and pack up."
She prepared to leave.
"Sister!" Li Cheng pulled her. "If Father blames me, I'll bear the responsibility alone. I definitely won't implicate you. Just wait for two more days. No matter what happens the day after tomorrow, I'll definitely go with you. When that time comes, we'll just speed up our journey. Sister, just promise me."
Li Wenshu sighed. "You …"
"Sister, I beg you."
He was so pitiful.
Li Wenshu couldn't do anything to him.
Even the pitiful look in his eyes could not be ignored.
Finally …
She promised!
"Okay, I'll give you one more day. You have to go the day after tomorrow."
"Sister, you're the best."
Li Wenshu sighed.
She left.
Li Cheng chuckled and yawned.
After a tiring night, he quickly went to bed to rest.
Jing Rong sat in the hall on the first floor, waiting for Bai Yin's news.
He ordered a pot of wine and drank a few cups.
At this time …
A voice came from behind. "Warrior."
The voice was familiar.
Turning his head, he saw Song Zhi.
Song Zhi had changed into a clean set of clothes. His hair was combed neatly and he looked like a scholar.
He was also very handsome!
He walked towards Jing Rong and bowed.
Jing Rong saw him. "Young Master Song, you're out."
"Yes. Someone went to the yamen yesterday and said that he was the one who stole the bag. That's why the lord let me go. I thought it was God's blessing. I didn't expect to bump into the Zhao family's people when I went out this morning. They told me that it was you who helped. That's why I'm here to thank you. "
"You're welcome."
"Of course, of course. How can I, Song Zhi, receive your help so many times? Even if I were to use my life to repay you, I don't think I can repay you all."
"Young Master Song, you're too polite."
"Don't mention it. I should still thank you."
Although Jing Rong did not have much contact with him, he knew his temperament. To put it bluntly, he had the stubbornness of a scholar.
Methodical!
Straight man cancer!
Jing Rong asked, "Is there anything else, Song Xingfu?"
Song Zhi said, "I can't hide it from Hero. Actually … I came here once yesterday in hopes that Hero and Young Master Ji could help save Zhang Xiaobai. I think he is also innocent."
"He is indeed innocent, so you don't have to worry." Jing Rong directly assured him.
Hmm?
Surprised, Song Zhi bent down and asked, "Do you have any evidence?"
"No."
"Then … how do you prove that he didn't kill anyone?"
Because Zhang Xiaobai was locked up in prison last night!
However, the murderer had followed them to Zhao Zhuanger's grave, so Zhang Xiaobai was not the murderer.
When there was enough evidence to prove that the murderer was someone else, Zhang Xiaobai could naturally be acquitted.
But —
Jing Rong didn't know how to tell him, so he pointed at the seat opposite him and said, "Young Master Song, please sit down and talk."
Song Zhi bowed again before sitting down. He looked at Jing Rong eagerly, waiting to hear what he had to say.
Jing Rong said, "In short, the case will be closed soon. Young Master Song, you don't have to worry about Zhang Xiaobai."
"That's good. Thank you, Hero."
Song Zhi was reassured.
Jing Rong smiled and poured him a glass of wine.
Song Zhi actually didn't like to drink. Just the smell alone made him uncomfortable, but at this moment, he couldn't refuse, so he could only pick up the glass and take a sip.
As the wine entered his mouth, the taste was indescribable.
His entire face scrunched up.
Even his pores had shrunk!
Jing Rong looked at him and realized that he had poured wine for him. He said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. This one is used to drinking wine, so I poured a glass of wine for you."
"It's alright." Song Zhi even said, "Winter is coming. Drinking some wine can warm your body."
No one else could come up with such an excuse!
But he inexplicably felt that it made sense.
Thereupon —
Jing Rong had a bad idea and poured a little more wine into Song Zhi's glass.
Song Zhi still couldn't refuse.
The two of them also started to drink.
Jing Rong said, "Young Master Song's literary talent is brilliant, and your poems are also superb. This one was fortunate enough to read your poetry book."
Song Zhi was shy. He lowered his gaze and said, "I'm really ashamed."
Jing Rong recited, "Wild Puyun Mountain, near the yellow mulberry branches. Old friends look at the West Tower, thinking of an inch of tea and wine. This poem is my favorite. "
"That was written a long time ago. I can barely remember it myself."
"You write good poems, but now you're a storyteller. Don't you think it's a pity?"
"Some things are uncertain."
"With your talent, you're definitely not just a Yiwu scholar."
"Thank you, Hero, for your praise. But this one knows how much ability I have. In the end, a useless scholar is still a scholar!" "My thoughts are different from yours. If you have talent, you should show it. As the saying goes, when the wick burns out, thousands of acres of fertile land is your home. You can shelter from the rain with umbrellas, and you can travel quickly with horses and carriages. Whether it's something or a person's talent, isn't it all for the sake of this matter? Since you're so talented, why are you willing to hide? If you can use what you've learned to benefit the common people, that's what's valuable. For example, when Lord Zhuo judged a case, he could sentence someone to death just because he didn't have enough evidence. Who knows how many people have been wrongly imprisoned? But think about it.
If one day, you could become an official and replace Lord Zhuo as the county magistrate of Yiwu. With your character, it would definitely be a blessing for Yiwu. "
Song Zhi listened to every word he said very carefully.
It seemed like his heart was wavering.
He had to admit that Jing Rong was right.
If he became an official, he wouldn't judge randomly like Lord Zhuo.
Jing Rong saw that Song Zhi was deep in thought, so he continued, "Of course, this is only my suggestion. The decision is still in your hands. No one can change it."
Song Zhi was grateful. "Hero, your words are like a wake-up call. This one will remember your words and consider them carefully."
Jing Rong smiled.
At this moment, Bai Yin returned.
When he saw Song Zhi, he was stunned.
He thought to himself, 'That brat came yesterday. Why is he here again today?'
Bai Yin walked over and whispered a few words in Jing Rong's ear. Then, she stuffed something into his hand.
Jing Rong tucked it into his sleeve and said to Song Zhi, who was sitting opposite him. "Young Master Song, I still have something to do. I won't keep you."
Song Zhi asked, "Is it related to this matter? How can I help? "
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