Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

The clappers outside knocked twice, and Bai Zhi patted her legs that were numb from sitting: "Well, it's late, Lord Wei should go to bed early, I'll be back soon."

"I'll send Miss Bai off."

"No need, sir."

Wei Fuguang bowed deeply, lowered her head between her arms, her face half bright and half dark. She suddenly said: "Miss Bai is so smart, if she goes into politics, she will definitely make a career."

"Go into politics?" Bai Zhi laughed. "Lord Wei overestimates me. I am a layman, just a little clever, not that capable. I just want to spend the rest of my life eating, drinking and having fun. It is more appropriate to leave the affairs of the family and the country to someone like Lord Wei."

Wei Fuguang wanted to ask something, but Bai Zhi just shook her head and said, "Sweet dreams, Master Wei."

"…Sweet dreams, Miss Bai."

The main door slowly closed, and Wei Fuguang curled up the corners of his mouth in the shadow of the candlelight.

The next morning, Bai Zhi took Lin Chuqi and Cheng Mao to see Wei Fuguang.

As soon as Bai Zhi left last night, Wei Fuguang went to the county government office to interrogate the barbarians who practiced witchcraft, but he learned from Lord Sun that more than a dozen barbarians had been beaten to death by angry people, and not a single one was left alive.

Now that the clues have been cut off, we can only ask the people present.

According to Lin Chuqi and Cheng Mao, last night, the warriors selected a brave executioner. When he was about to chop the barbarian, he suddenly bled out of his seven orifices and died. It was like witchcraft. Then the barbarian suddenly rushed into the crowd. Wherever he went, it was like the King of Hell himself. Wherever he went, there was death. At this time, Cheng Mao had already taken Lin Chuqi away. Later, it was said that a few people who survived by chance jumped out and stabbed the barbarian to death, and then the situation was under control.

Lin Chuqi has calmed down a lot, but he still looks frightened when he talks about what happened last night. He stutters and is in a daze. For every sentence he says, Cheng Mao has to add three more. Bai Zhi is frightened by this - how could he be so scared? Is he going to get sick?

Wei Fuguang saw Bai Zhi's worry and guessed, "Miss Bai, the young master must have witnessed the tragedy in the war, and then used this witchcraft to think of the soldiers who died tragically on the front battlefield, which is why he felt lost. It's not a big deal."

Lin Chuqi suddenly looked up at Wei Fuguang with surprise on her face. The latter was worried, with an expression of "I swear to share the princess' worries" on his face. He was completely different from the last time they met on the city wall.

He was surprised half because Wei Fuguang could guess what was in his mind, and the other half because this man was so shameless. He threatened him on the city wall first, but now he was so attentive - he heard Bai Zhi say on the way here that this man was secretly chosen by Brother Yun as the successor. Now he couldn't help but wonder if Brother Yun had lost his mind due to being busy with official duties, so why did he choose such a fox-like successor.

"...More than that." Lin Chuqi's lips were still trembling, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The barbarians killed so many people without doing anything. If it was really witchcraft, the White Tiger Army would be wiped out in a few days, and the Thirteen States would be doomed!"

"It's not witchcraft."

Lin Chuqi and Wei Fuguang looked at Bai Zhi. She said firmly, "If there really is such witchcraft that ordinary people can use at will, why did the barbarians personally massacre the people of the Thirteen States? How could they be beaten to pieces and driven out of Dayan in the end?"

"But sister, Brother Cheng and I saw it with our own eyes. That barbarian didn't do anything, but the villagers died inexplicably!"

"How can you say he didn't do anything?"

Cheng Mao asked alertly: "Miss Bai, what does this mean?"

"If it's witchcraft, you can just cast the spell right where you are. There's no need to rush into the crowd." Bai Zhi analyzed, "Maybe witchcraft really exists in the world, but this barbarian's trick is definitely not it. To cast witchcraft, you have to get close to people. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just stab them with a knife?"

Wei Fuguang smiled and squinted his eyes. "After hearing what Miss Bai said, I think to find out the truth, I need to ask the villagers who subdued the barbarians. If this matter is clarified, the White Tiger Army may be saved. There is no time to lose, I will set off immediately."

Bai Zhi nodded and said, "I will be at the Sickness and Injury House today. If you have anything to inform me, please send someone to find me at any time."

"Thank you, Miss Bai."

The few people dispersed on the spot, each doing their own thing. Wei Fuguang walked to the gate of the mansion, used the copper water tank in the corner that had not been put away in time as a mirror, straightened his clothes, smoothed his official uniform, and twisted the loose expression he had shown for the past few months, revealing a face with lofty ambitions.

The person in the mirror was no longer the slovenly lover of King Jing as rumored by everyone in Ningzhou. Anyone who saw her now would think that she was an upright local official.

Suddenly, someone quietly broke into the mirror.

Wei Fuguang immediately turned around and performed an official ceremony, "This subordinate greets you, young master."

Ten feet away, Lin Chuqi hesitated to speak, his eyes wandering on the ground for a long time, and finally raised his head and said: "Master Wei, if you want to ask the villagers, I should go too, so that I can verify what the villagers say."

It was said to be a confirmation, but it was actually surveillance. He didn't trust this person and always felt that she was here to muddy the waters.

Although the Bingshangfang was sufficient evidence of Wei Fuguang's foresight as an official, he still wanted to see it with his own eyes.

This little thought did not escape Wei Fuguang's eyes. She smiled and said, "Young Master, you are really thoughtful... I will be very busy at that time, so you must follow me closely."

Lin Chuqi narrowed her eyes: "That's for sure."

Today's sick and injured workshop is still crowded.

However, the number of wounded sent in today was only more than half of the usual number. It seemed that the White Tiger Army had finally regained some advantages from the decline.

The Sick and Injury House was originally divided into men's and women's rooms, but because Doctor Jiang's desk was placed in the main room, he often wrote prescriptions and entered the registers here so that seriously injured patients could receive treatment at any time, so only the main room was used for mixed living, with a movable screen in the middle to separate the two rooms.

When the new patient was brought in, Bai Zhi was applying medicine to a young soldier who had recovered well in the men's quarters. She said she was treating injuries, but she had no medical skills. She could only rely on her knowledge of herbs and her ability to read pulses easily through her internal skills. She was just an assistant here. Doctor Jiang was in charge of diagnosing injuries and writing prescriptions.

There is a shortage of manpower nowadays, so anyone who can be of use should help.

After changing the dressing and wrapping several layers of gauze, the young soldier thanked Bai Zhi as usual, but his wounds were not healed yet, and he was weak in speech. Bai Zhi packed up the things in her hands and joked, "Save some energy, there will be delicious food at noon, you are so weak that you can't grab it from others."

The young soldier had been lying down, but when he heard this, he stood up suddenly, his eyes sparkling, "What's delicious?"

Bai Zhi pretended to be mysterious and said, "I can't say it, I can't say it."

"No wonder Qiao Banxian came here to beg for alms today. I was wondering what to eat with this bland soup, but it turns out he wanted to cook a good dish." The young soldier licked his dry and chapped lips, "Miss Bai, is there something good going on? Do you want to celebrate?"