After exchanging lives, I can't get rid of the binding cp

The serious fire at the Xunle Inn on the night of the Summer Festival spread throughout the streets and alleys of Xunjiang Town the next day.At dawn, almost all the guests at the morning tea stand knew the news.

A few of them gathered together, discussing what they saw and heard last night.

"Oh, I swear, I've never seen such a big battle in my life! You don't know, my wife and I slept soundly last night, but in the middle of the night I heard a 'boom'!—like It's like something exploded."

"That's not it! We also heard that sound. Hey, we leaned on the window and took a look, it's terrible, the inn is just like that!"

"Do you know what happened? How did such a tragic accident happen? The innkeeper is too unlucky."

Someone waved his hand and shook his head and said, "Hey, the fire last night was not an accident, the government is handling the case!"

"Handle the case? Just talk about it. Where can there be a case that burns down the inn? Don't fool me." Another person said: "Besides, what kind of case is it in the middle of the night? It's not a mage, and it's still in the middle of the night." Catching ghosts?!"

"Then I'm not King Xuanping, how do I know why they acted in the middle of the night?" The man replied, "But I didn't lie to you, the government was indeed handling the case last night." He said:
"I live very close to the Xunle Inn, and I saw with my own eyes that the county magistrate led people in and out of the inn.

"I inquired a little bit, and it turned out that they found the refugee's den under the ground of the Xunle Inn, and the fire started from the ground."

Someone said: "This thing is getting more and more strange. Didn't the refugees have been driven out of the city a while ago, why are they still hiding in the inn?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know about that." He said, "But since King Xuan Ping is here with us, I'm sure we'll find out the truth..."

……

At this time, King Xuanping, as everyone knows, is painting in the posthouse garden.

Beside him, Lou Xiyue was tilting her head and staring at the drawing paper on the table: "This stroke is inappropriate. The beard of the head of the Promise Palace is not so long, but it just covers his chin."

She looked at it again and again, then raised a stroke and said, "Why don't I draw the portrait of the fugitive?"

"Eh, no!—"

Before Lou Xiyue could finish writing, a hand suddenly reached out from the other side and grabbed the pen holder.Wen Jisheng's expression was very helpless:
"I'm begging you, do you have to be aware of your own painting skills? If you draw these few strokes, people will be turned into ghosts by you."

Ban Xiyu couldn't help laughing softly when she thought of the portrait that Lou Xiyue gave her a few months ago.She held back her smile, echoed Wen Jisheng's words, and agreed:
"Xiyue, why don't you describe the fugitive's appearance and characteristics in detail, and stop writing."

Lou Xiyue: "..." She glanced at Ban Xiyu, then sighed, and put down her pen: "Oh, Xiyu, you've failed at learning. Why are you still teasing me?"

At this moment, Fu Guan looked at the three of them, then at Lou Xiyue's helpless expression, and asked, "Interesting. Are you playing any interesting riddles?"

Wen Jisheng replied: "Hey, just don't let her paint, otherwise even the best things will become ghosts if they fall into her hands."

Hearing this, Fu Guan also smiled slightly: "I see."

Lou Xiyue couldn't help but look at him.Seeing the obvious smile in Fu Guan's eyes, he suddenly felt a little dry on his face.She felt that Fu Guan seemed to be laughing at her: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Guan raised his eyebrows to meet her gaze, and said in a provocative tone: "Whatever they laugh, I will naturally laugh at it——Isn't it possible that Lou Nuxia won't even let me laugh? It's unavoidable. It's hard for some strong people."

Lou Xiyue was choked speechless: "..." She thought to herself, if you die from laughing, forget it!

At this time, Ban Xiyu cleared his throat and said, "Well... I'll draw it. Although I'm not proficient in Danqing sketch, it's not a problem to draw a rough shape."

She then dipped the pen into the ink: "Xiyue, tell me what that person looks like again, and I'll draw it."

Lou Xiyue was distracted and concentrated on the portrait in front of her.

Fortunately, Ban Xiyu was skilled in writing, and after a while, he drew the portrait of the family member who was on the run from Wuji Palace according to the appearance Lou Xiyue had described.

After a while, Wen Jisheng looked at the middle-aged man on the drawing paper, and said, "This man's appearance... looks familiar."

Lou Xiyue raised her eyes and asked, "Why, do you know each other?"

Wen Jisheng propped his chin and said: "It's not..." He pointed to the left eyebrow of the person in the painting and said: "The mole on his eyebrow is very special. In my impression, it seems that I have seen someone with such a mole before. mole."

He tapped his head and said: "Tsk, I can't remember this time, let me think about it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the front yard came to report:

"My lord, according to your instructions, I have searched the Xunle Inn and the Wuji Hall, and found something, please take a look."

While speaking, Xuan Miao ordered people to bring the things up.He said:
"Last night, the fire burned too much. Many account books and some evidence were burned, leaving only a small part of the fragments here. In addition, this subordinate also picked up this black iron token from the scene. It looks like It's not like ordinary products, so the subordinates sent it together."

Fu Guan nodded, expressing his understanding: "Have all the trapped people been settled properly?"

Xuan Miao: "My lord, please rest assured that everything has been properly arranged." He said: "Although the magistrate of Xunjiang County is a little pedantic, he is still reliable in his work. He has done everything you asked. ..."

Xuan Miao paused, and then said: "It's just that the escaped leader of the thief has not been found yet, and Xuan Yi is leading people to search around."

"Well, I know about it." Fu Guan handed the portrait painted by Ban Xiyu to him: "You find a few people and ask them to copy a few pictures according to this painting, and then ask Xuan Yi to arrest people based on the painting."

"Yes, my subordinates take orders."

Fu Guan: "What else is there to repay?"

While speaking, Xuan Miao submitted another secret letter: "There is another matter - this morning, the capital sent a secret decree from His Majesty Feng Sheng, requesting it to be delivered to you. Please open it yourself."

Fu Guan accepted the letter, and then told Xuan Miao a few words, and then he was dismissed.

He squeezed the letter, turned and went to the study.

On the other side, Wen Jisheng and Ban Xiyu were studying the evidence left behind at the Xunle Inn.And Lou Xiyue glanced at the direction of the study, and immediately followed in.

She asked: "What did you say in the letter?" She paused for a moment, and then asked: "There should be nothing to hide from this, I can ask, right?"

At this time, Fu Guan had already read the letter.He said: "There is nothing we can't ask - the emperor said in the letter that the flood in the south of the Yangtze River has calmed down, and he wants us to return to Beijing as soon as possible."