On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 84 Satirical Ballad
After that day, Ye Zhiyu was very worried for a few days, fearing that whenever she opened her eyes, Feng Wuming would lead someone to put her in the dungeon for deception.

Waiting left and right, Feng Wuming's next move was not seen.

Although Ye Zhiyu suspected fraud, he did not dare to act rashly and let others know about it, so he calmed down for a while.

But even though she could hold back, others couldn't wait any longer. That day, Ye Zhiyu received another contact message from the hooded man.

Feng Wuming noticed that she had been staying shut for the past few days, so when the housekeeper informed the miracle doctor that he was going out to buy medicine, he allowed her to go out without any obstruction.

Breathing the fresh air that he hadn't smelled in a few days, Ye Zhiyu saw that it was still early, so he thought about turning to Fangshi for a stroll first.

But at this time, the bustling market was deserted, with only a few shops open for business.

Feeling confused, Ye Zhiyu stopped a waiter to inquire about the news.

"What happened today? Why is it so deserted and no one is doing business?"

The waiter looked at her in surprise, "Did you just come to Beijing? You don't even know about the murders in the past few days?"

Ye Zhiyu has been huddled in the palace for the past few days, pretending to be a lady who never steps out of the door, and is afraid that Feng Wuming will mention her "dead husband" again if she doesn't like it, so naturally she doesn't chat much with the housekeeper.

Dang even ordered a pot of tea and asked the waiter to tell her everything he knew in detail.

The waiter was sharp-tongued, but he gave a general outline in just a few words.

An official who returned to Beijing to report on his duties stayed in the Qianjie Inn and died tragically in bed that night before he could report to the government office.

In the past few days, officials have been investigating the case, and the interrogations have been fierce. How can ordinary people dare to come here again?As a result, the business in this market has declined a lot.

"Do you know what the official's name is and where he works?" Although Ye Zhiyu only listened to the whole story, he also realized that it was not simple, so he wanted to find out more.

The waiter gave a wry smile and said, "Sir, I've told you everything I know. We, a small family from a small family, may not even have time. How can we dare to go up and ask about that? That's what I accidentally heard." "

Knowing that there was no news here, Ye Zhiyu rewarded the waiter with a few coins and stood up to leave.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Zhiyu still did not go directly to the direction of the murder scene. After all, her last experience in Shuntian Mansion was not a pleasant one, and she did not want to bump into the other person's hands again.

I just think that in troubled times, even if Ye Zhiyu doesn't want to cause trouble, he will take the initiative to come to her.

"The soil is not yet dry, how can I help you? Who can rule the world in this domain today?"

Ye Zhiyu was startled by the sudden singing at the street corner.

This ballad is obviously aimed at Shen Yanliu, who listens to politics behind the curtain, but who is so bold and dares to preach like this in the capital!

Following the sound, he saw a few little beggars sitting in a ball on the ground, with two or three copper coins in a broken bowl in front of them.

Is it because these beggars didn't understand that they mistook this ballad for a lotus flower used to ask for money, or was someone deliberately taking advantage of it to spread this ballad against the Shen family in Beijing?
Ye Zhiyu was about to go over to find out what was going on when he heard a loud shout from behind him.

"You two desperate little bastards, what are you pretending to be and shouting about!"

"The soil is not yet dry, how can I help you? Who can rule the world in this domain today?"

The few beggars were not afraid of the sharp scoldings of the government officials behind them. They continued to chant the tuneless songs at the top of their voices, and quickly ran into the alley with their familiarity with the terrain.

The yamen officer wanted to chase him again, but he saw the children bending down and getting into the dog hole in the corner.The man was dumbfounded. How could he do such a despicable thing when he was dressed in brocade clothes?

But he also knew that if this song was allowed to spread, he would be unable to eat and walk around sooner or later.

With a livid face, he threatened the bystanders on the street.

If anyone dares to spread this song, he will be beaten to death in court!
Ye Zhiyu lowered his head, pretending to be submissive, and waited for the yamen servant to leave angrily. Then, while others were not paying attention, he walked to the dog hole where the beggars had escaped.

He released a trace of spiritual power and tried to track Beggar's whereabouts, but before he could explore far, Ye Zhiyu felt that his spiritual power was no longer enough.

He clicked his tongue, if he didn't have to rush to make puppets to deal with Feng Wuming, how could he just watch a clue and be helpless!

Ye Zhiyu hated it but couldn't help it. He could only write down the location and wait for the opportunity to try again.

With that ballad in mind, Ye Zhiyu even spoke less.

Silently carrying the medicine bag and coming out of the pharmacy, he was thinking about whether to go to a more remote place to see if he could bump into other people singing songs, when someone forced him into a car.

Seeing that it was the hooded man, Ye Zhiyu didn't ask Rong'er to take action, but said coldly: "With such a big movement, aren't you afraid of being arrested as the murderer?"

The hooded man sneered. "If it weren't for your dilly-dallying, I wouldn't have taken such a big risk. If you know what's going on, just be good and don't cause trouble for me!"

"Then why did you come to me today?" Ye Zhiyu saw that the hooded man kept his secret, so he stopped probing.

Knocking on the box on his lap, the hooded man didn't talk much to Ye Zhiyu, "The medicine you want is all here."

Ye Zhiyu suppressed the joy in his heart, restrained his mouth and stretched out his hand to take the box expressionlessly.

The hooded man pressed the box under his hand, "I found what you asked for. How long will it take for Feng Wuming to recover?"

Ye Zhiyu had a thought, "Didn't you say before that you could just save his life? Why should he be cured now?"

"Master, is it your turn to talk too much about Master's matters?" The hooded man said impatiently, "Master doesn't have much patience. I'm warning you, don't think of any tricks. Once this medicine is in your hands, if you can't let Master see its effect, , watch your head!”

"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Zhiyu pretended to be scared, and then the hooded man handed the medicine box to Ye Zhiyu.

After getting off the carriage and going to a quiet place, Ye Zhiyu couldn't wait to open it and check it out.

I don’t know who the person behind the hooded man is, but he really found all the medicinal materials she needed!

Ye Zhiyu was finally relieved, which meant that she could finally make new medicine for Xiaofengtuan.

With joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, Ye Zhiyu returned to the palace with ease, only to see that the entrance of the palace was surrounded by officers and soldiers.

The people gathered around the outer circle and pointed at the palace. Ye Zhiyu wanted to find out first, but was looked at by the housekeeper who was waiting anxiously at the door.

The housekeeper hurriedly ran over and pulled her through the crowd and into the gate. The officers and soldiers only watched their movements and had no intention of stopping her.

Before Ye Zhiyu and the housekeeper could ask him clearly, he suddenly slapped his thighs and started to cry.

"Mr. Miracle Doctor, you are finally back! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he is not well!"

(End of this chapter)