The county magistrate and the chief clerk looked at Magistrate Fu at the same time. As the county magistrate of Qucheng, he always supported the sky with one hand.

He didn't move, and these two people didn't dare to move.

"Don't dare to dislike it."

Magistrate Fu always felt that he was suppressed in front of Song Jiuyuan.

But he was the prefect. No matter how arrogant Song Jiuyuan was, he knew nothing about Jiuzhou. He should still need him and the prefect.

Thinking of this, the magistrate's heart was relaxed and he was not so afraid of Song Jiuyuan.

After all... Jiuzhou is the territory of the prefect, and his eyes are everywhere.

Even if Song Jiuyuan is a prince, he may not be able to do anything to the prefect.

"Song Yi, feed him!"

Song Jiuyuan slowly picked up the square scarf and wiped his lips. Song Yide Ling directly pinched Magistrate Fu's jaw and stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

"Grand... Sir, please eat by yourself!"

Magistrate Fu was so scared that he was shaking his hands holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

The county magistrate behind him looked at each other and started eating with the noodles tacitly.

Since they have to eat, resisting is useless, they can only obediently follow suit.

Of course, they did not know Song Jiuyuan's crazy criticism at this time.

Until halfway through the noodles, Magistrate Fu suddenly twitched all over, "I..."

He rolled his eyes, disbelief in his eyes, and then he glared at his legs and fainted.

The county magistrate and the master Bo were so scared that the noodles in their hands fell to the ground, making a banging sound.

"Hurry up, go find a doctor!"

Madam Song was so scared that no one knew Song Jiuyuan’s plan except Jiang Wan.

Song Jiuli gently pulled Jiang Wan's neck of clothes, "Big...sister-in-law, why not..."

"Li'er!"

Madam Song shook her head at Song Jiuli. It was not that she was selfish, but that this kind of thing could not involve Wanwan.

If this person deliberately framed Yuan'er, they would be unable to say anything.

The others were silent and did not say that Jiang Wan was a doctor, but fortunately, she was not far from the magistrate here.

Song Yi directly brought a doctor from the magistrate. When the man came, all the noodles on the ground had been packed.

Magistrate Fu was placed on the collapse, and his whole body seemed to be breathing.

The county magistrate and the lord Bo knelt on the spot in fear, not even the courage to look at Song Jiuyuan.

"grown ups!"

This doctor was a doctor from the county government. Seeing Magistrate Fu like this, he was so scared that he quickly touched his pulse.

The next second he knelt on the ground with a look of earth and wailed:

"grown ups!"

"master!"

A woman suddenly rushed in. This was Magistrate Fu's wife. Song Yi just came over and alarmed her.

She stumbled and ran in, holding County Magistrate Fu's hand to ask the doctor of the government.

"What's wrong with the master?"

"Madam, Master...is gone."

The doctor of the government shook his head in pain, obviously he was not willing to accept this fact.

Song Jiuyuan lowered his voice and said to Qingshan on the side: "You go to the county government to bring the coroner here."

"yes."

Qingshan left quietly, and at this time, Mrs. Fu's eyes fell sharply on Song Jiuyuan and the others, and gritted her teeth and asked the doctor in the palace.

"The master was fine when he went out, how could he suddenly disappear?"

It must be them, they have harmed the master!

She has to write a letter to the prefect and must not let them go!

"The lord died suddenly."

The doctor in the government did not know the identity of Song Jiuyuan and the others, but also knew that he was afraid he could not afford to offend him.

So without hesitation, he told the truth. The result of his pulse was like this, and he did not deceive others.

Mrs. Fu couldn't accept it, "It's impossible. The old man has always been in good health, so how could he die suddenly?"

As she said that, she looked at the county magistrate and the lord who were huddling in the corner, "You guys, why didn't the master?"

On weekdays, the master would give any good things to the county magistrate, and even his own portion of the dirty silver.

So Mrs. Fu and other county magistrates explained.

But as the magistrate lost his life, the county magistrate dared not offend Song Jiuyuan.

He just lowered his head silently, pretending that he had not seen Mrs. Fu's inquiring gaze.

"Madam, I'm sorry."

The doctor in the government explained: "Maybe the adults are too hardworking, which will cause other physical diseases."

"Impossible, impossible!"

Mrs. Fu was so upset that she cried and made a fuss. Her husband always cherished his life, so how could he let herself die of exhaustion?

She suddenly glared at Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan viciously, "It's you, it must be you who killed my husband!"

"You can't talk nonsense without evidence."

Although she was confused in her heart, Song Jiuchi and the others must be on the side of Song Jiuyuan.

Song Jiuli also stubbornly said, "The doctor said he was overworking."

"The coroner is here!"

Soon, Qingshan brought the coroner, and of course the answer given was the same, overworked.

Mrs. Fu wanted to make trouble again, but Song Jiuyuan gently threw out a account book.

"Magistrate Fu is really busy, busy exploiting the people."

Mrs. Fu quickly picked up the account book on the ground and looked at it. When she saw the contents on it clearly, her face turned as white as snow.

She didn't know much about her husband's doing, but she also had a lot of things.

At this moment, the handle was in Song Jiuyuan's hands, and she could only swallow her anger and took the person away in a dirt.

There were only people left in the room, and Song Jiuyuan buzzed his lips.

"Now... should I explain clearly what Magistrate Fu has done?"

Song Jiuyuan was very good at killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

The county magistrate and the head Bo were sweating at this time, their eyes were filled with fear, and the county magistrate was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Your Majesty, you can help me, and you can help me."

"Song Yi, come and remember."

Song Jiuyuan asked a series of questions, and the county magistrate came to him one by one. He was the most trusted by Magistrate Fu, so he naturally knew more.

As for the Lord's Liberty, he is not a bad person, but he is not a good person. He just performs his duties and rarely meddles in other people's business.

Now that he met Song Jiuyuan, he felt a little more excited.

It was not until Song Jiuyuan finished asking that he looked at the Lord Bo, "Tell me."

"Xiaguan... There is a booklet in his home, which is some evidence collected by Xiaguan."

The master told Song Yi about the location of the booklet and knelt on the ground excitedly.

"Prince, the magistrate originally planned to search for some oil and water to run away with his wife and children. You are here just right."

This was something he found out by chance. When he learned about Fu Zhixian’s plan, he racked his brains and didn’t think of when would it happen.

Fortunately, the prince came in time.

"Another step later, we may not even see the hair."

Song Jiuchi tsk, and it was generally seen that Magistrate Fu was run by his elder brother.

He said in a naughty way: "What you said is nice. How do I know if you are also preparing to run away? You are deliberately surrendering now."

"No one is there!"

The Lord Bo quickly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "This is the plan for the snow disaster that the Xiaguan thought of.

It was rejected by the magistrate when it was presented to the magistrate, and the subordinates had no chance to implement it."
Chapter completed!