The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

He looked at Ouyang Linlin's haggard face, and the self-blame in his heart flooded over again like a surging tide.

"It's all my fault. I didn't think carefully enough and shouldn't have let Xiaohong go out alone, which led to the situation today."

Ouyang Linlin's face was already in tears. She choked with sobs and called out Xiaohong's name over and over again. Her voice was full of helplessness and longing, as if as long as she kept calling out like this, Xiaohong would miraculously appear before her eyes.

Xi Yu held her hand tightly, trying to convey some warmth and strength, but he knew that at the moment they were in deep trouble and sorrow, unable to extricate themselves.

Xi Yu was extremely anxious and immediately sent his capable men to the county government office.

The subordinate rushed all the way and rushed into the hall of the county government office. He didn't care about etiquette and shouted loudly: "The Prime Minister has ordered that your county government office find Xiaohong within three days. If you can't find her, you will not be forgiven."

Upon hearing this, the county magistrate hurried out from the back hall, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Who... who is this Xiaohong? Why are you looking for her so anxiously?"

The subordinate snorted coldly: "Xiao Hong is a very important person around the Prime Minister's wife, Mrs. Ouyang. She went out late last night and did not return. She must have met with a bad guy. You who usually eat the court's salary, now is the time to contribute, don't slack off, otherwise you will not be able to bear the Prime Minister's wrath."

The county magistrate nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, we will definitely do our best."

After the subordinate left, the county magistrate immediately summoned the detectives in the county government and said solemnly, "Everyone, this matter is of great importance. We dare not disobey the prime minister's orders. Xiaohong, who disappeared in the middle of the night, is probably in danger. Everyone should immediately split up into several groups to investigate. Don't let go of any inns, taverns, or dark alleys in the city. We must get a result within three days, otherwise no one will be happy."

The detectives took the order and left. For a moment, the whole county was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Xi Yu was feeling restless in the mansion.

"If I could have stopped her from going out last night, nothing like this would have happened." He murmured to himself, his eyes revealing a trace of pain and anxiety. He just hoped that the county government would send good news as soon as possible.

On the other side, early that morning, Wang Hu finally brought his soldiers to a village.

This village is very ordinary, with the sounds of chickens and dogs heard from each other, farmhouses scattered around, and winding village roads. The lives of the villagers seem calm and peaceful, as if they have nothing to do with the disputes of the outside world.

Wang Hu had a stern expression and a complicated look in his eyes. He led the soldiers straight to the door of a house.

The door was locked, and the old copper lock shone slightly coldly in the morning light.

Wang Hu stood in front of the door, frowning, and said in a deep voice: "I was here at that time." His voice was low and firm, as if he was trying to suppress the waves in his heart.

There was a soldier with a hint of doubt and disbelief on his face, who continued to ask: "Are you sure? Don't lie." The soldier stared at Wang Hu, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.

When Wang Hu heard this, his eyes widened with anger, his cheeks tensed, veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared, "Since you don't believe me, then don't say anything to me!" His roar echoed in the village in the early morning, startling the birds in the nearby trees and causing them to fly away.

Unfortunately, the family's door was closed and there was no sign of it being opened.

At this time, a clever soldier walked towards the neighbor's house and knocked on the door gently.

After a while, the neighbor's door creaked open and an old man stuck his head out.

The soldier hurried forward to inquire about the family's situation. The old man stroked his beard and said slowly: "This family has been closed for several days. No one has been seen coming in or out. We don't know where they went."

After hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other, all at a loss.

They didn't dare to break in or take other actions rashly. If something went wrong, they couldn't afford the consequences.

In desperation, everyone had to wait in front of this family's house temporarily, staring at the closed door, hoping for some improvement. Time passed slowly in this slightly anxious wait.

That day, Linglong woke up and found the concierge in her room. The concierge smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, are you awake?"

Linglong got up with difficulty, and the doorman quickly reached out to stop her, telling her to rest well and not move too much.

Linglong stubbornly continued to prop herself up. Her forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat and her face became even paler.

Seeing this, the concierge anxiously advised: "Madam, you just woke up and your body is very weak. You must not move."

Linglong breathed lightly, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

"I've been lying down for too long, and I always feel uneasy."

The doorman sighed helplessly and could only carefully support her from behind with his hands to prevent her from falling.

Linglong bit her lower lip and adjusted her sitting position bit by bit. Every movement was accompanied by a slight tremor in her body, as if she was fighting against extreme weakness.

Linglong hurriedly asked, "Where is housekeeper Xu Dabao?"

The concierge laughed dryly and advised, "Madam, you should have a good rest first. It won't be too late to worry about other things after you feel better."

Linglong's heart skipped a beat, and she had a hunch that something bad was going to happen, so she asked, "Doorman, tell me what's going on, don't hide it from me."

The concierge looked helpless and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking: "Madam, Xu Dabao is dead. He was killed by that traitor."

When Linglong heard this, her body suddenly stiffened, her face turned pale in an instant, and tears welled up in her eyes: "How could this happen... Dabao..."

Her voice was filled with tears and endless grief and indignation.

The concierge stammered again, "Madam, the newcomer Ren Dabai is also dead."

Linglong's eyes froze for a moment, her face full of astonishment and disbelief.

"What did you say? Ren Dabai..."

Linglong's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Linglong couldn't help but think of Ren Dabaiye's appearance and the scene of him fighting desperately with Armas.

That day, Armas was like a madman, but Ren Dabai rushed forward fearlessly.

Linglong's tears burst out and slid down her cheeks.

"He was trying to save me... If it weren't for him, I would have probably met with an accident."

Her heart was filled with grief.

The concierge was filled with regret and sighed heavily. Then he knelt on the ground with a thump and said in a trembling voice, "Madam, I was blind that day and did not recognize that the man was a bad guy. I let him into the mansion and informed the housekeeper. I have committed such a serious mistake and deserve death. Please punish me severely."

Linglong looked at the doorman kneeling on the ground and shook her head gently, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in her eyes.

"What's the point of saying all this now? Perhaps this is fate, and it cannot be reversed by your own strength. Stand up, and don't kneel anymore."

The doorman raised his head with tears in his eyes, but he still didn't dare to stand up, as if waiting for Linglong's further forgiveness.

Linglong frowned slightly, her tone becoming more impatient.

"I asked you to stand up. Don't act like that anymore. The most important thing right now is to find out the truth, not to blame yourself and apologize."

The doorman then slowly stood up, and stood aside with his head down, not daring to breathe.

Linglong calmed down and asked, "How many people are left in the mansion now?"

Upon hearing this, the doorman sighed deeply, with an expression on his face that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Seeing this, Linglong said softly: "It's okay to say it, I can bear it."

The doorman spoke slowly. "The families left, and later the maids left one after another. They took some things with them before leaving. I wanted to stop them, but I was powerless."

At this point, the doorman couldn't help but cover his face and cry.

Linglong looked at the crying concierge and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

The concierge wiped his tears and said in a sobbing voice: "I have been in the Huang Mansion for many years and have developed a deep affection for this place. How can I leave so easily?"

After hearing what the doorman said, Linglong felt mixed emotions. Looking at the empty surroundings, an unprecedented feeling of loneliness came over her.

She knew very well that the Huang Mansion was no longer what it used to be, and the difficulties she faced were becoming increasingly difficult.

Linglong looked at the doorman, her eyes full of fatigue and helplessness, and said softly: "You should leave too. This mansion is no longer what it used to be. There is no hope for you to stay."

The doorman was determined and said quickly, "Madam, I won't leave. Although the previous servants have left, we can find others in the future, and this mansion will surely return to its former prosperity."

Linglong shook her head slowly, smiled bitterly and said, "Don't comfort me anymore. I am no longer able to support this family. Look, no one is cultivating the farmland at home. Without the harvest, how can we talk about prosperity?"

The concierge frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "Madam, please don't worry. I am willing to recruit some people to solve the farmland problem first. As long as there are people, everything will slowly get better."

Linglong looked at the doorman's sincere eyes. Although she still had doubts in her heart, she was also moved by his loyalty. She didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she just sighed silently and fell into deep thought.

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The doorman consoled her softly, "Madam, don't think about anything right now. Just take a good rest and recuperate. I'll be guarding the gate right now and will let you know if anything happens."

Linglong's eyes were dim and she nodded weakly. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and had no energy to worry about more matters at the moment.

Seeing this, the doorman carefully left the room. Before leaving, he looked back at Linglong, his eyes full of concern and worry.

With the departure of the doorman, the room fell into silence again. Linglong was left lying on the bed alone, looking at the empty ceiling, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind. She was full of confusion and helplessness about the future. She didn't know how she would get through these turbulent days, and whether the Huang family could turn around amidst these difficulties.

Xi Yu paced anxiously in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Time passed like a white horse, and a whole day passed quietly, but there was still no news from Xiaohong.

His brows were furrowed, his heart filled with worry and helplessness, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "If there were magical things like surveillance in ancient times, it would be much easier to find people. Unfortunately..."

He let out a long sigh and slumped in his chair. Various dangerous situations that Xiaohong might encounter kept appearing in his mind. Each one was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

The soldier at the gate trotted over to Xi Yu, bowed and saluted, and said hurriedly, "Prime Minister, there is a man outside the gate who said that a girl appeared in his house. Judging from all the characteristics, she is probably the Xiaohong you have been looking for. He came here to report the news."

When Xi Yu heard this, he immediately perked up and hurriedly ordered loudly: "What are you waiting for? Let that person in quickly, don't delay!"

After a while, the soldier came over with a farmer.

The farmer was dressed in coarse cloth and had an honest face, but his steps were a little unsteady and his expression was nervous.

Seeing this, Xi Yu raised his hand slightly and said in a gentle voice: "My fellow villager, don't be nervous. Just relax and tell me the truth if you have anything to say."

The farmer looked up at Xi Yu, then quickly lowered his head, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands unconsciously, as if he was trying to calm his inner uneasiness so that he could smoothly tell what he knew.

Xi Yu waved at the soldier, signaling him to retreat for the time being. The soldier took the order and left quickly.

At this time, the farmer cleared his throat and said, "Sir, my son went to Youzhou City to do some work a few days ago. He saw a girl lying on the street and was injured. It seemed that she was hit by a carriage. My son was kind-hearted and took her back to our home. The girl woke up later, but the strange thing was that she seemed to have forgotten everything that happened before. She couldn't remember anything. But when I looked at her, I felt that she looked like Xiaohong, the girl you were looking for, so I hurried to tell you."

Xi Yu listened to the farmer's story, frowning more and more. He was worried about Xiao Hong's condition, but at the same time, a glimmer of hope ignited, thinking that maybe it was really Xiao Hong, so he asked anxiously: "Does she have any other injuries now? Tell me in detail."

The farmer said quickly, "Sir, the girl was indeed injured at that time, but we have invited a doctor to see her and the external injuries have been cured. But her brain may have been damaged at that time, so she can't remember anything."

Xi Yu was so anxious that he couldn't help but interrupt the farmer.

"Stop talking nonsense and take me there right now. How did you get here?"

The farmer quickly responded, "Sir, I came here on foot."

Xi Yu immediately said: "It's okay, I'll take you there on horseback, there's no time to waste, let's go!"

However, just as Xi Yu was about to leave, he hurried to Ouyang Linlin's room.

With a look of joy on his face, he said as soon as he entered the room, "I have good news to tell you. Xiaohong has been found! Someone just came to report a clue, saying that his family rescued a girl. Judging from the situation, it is probably Xiaohong."

Then, Xi Yu repeated exactly what the farmer had said, describing in detail the circumstances from how the girl was injured and rescued to how she woke up with memory loss.

When Ouyang Linlin heard this, she stood up excitedly and said hurriedly, "Really? Husband, that's great! Go quickly and bring Xiaohong here safely. Don't let anything go wrong."

Xi Yu quickly responded, turned around and left quickly, so that they could rush to the farmer's house together and bring Xiaohong back as soon as possible.

After Xi Yu left, the joy on Ouyang Linlin's face gradually faded, and was instead shrouded in worry.

She frowned and thought to herself, "What if that girl is not Xiaohong? This would be a false alarm."

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, and she felt that she had been worried about Xiaohong's affairs for these days.

The whole person's nerves seemed to become extremely fragile, as if the slightest disturbance could plunge him into endless panic.

At this moment, I was even more conflicted and could only pray silently that the girl was really Xiaohong, so that this torment would end soon.

Xi Yu ordered his servants to quickly prepare the horses. When everything was ready, he and the farmer mounted the horses together.

After leaving the city, Xi Yu was thinking about seeing the girl who looked like Xiaohong as soon as possible, so he whipped the horse and made the horse speed up gradually.

After galloping for a while, Xi Yu turned around and asked the farmer beside him.

"How far is it?"

The farmer scratched his head and replied, "Sir, there are still dozens of miles to go."

When Xi Yu heard this, he was surprised and said, "You walked here for such a long distance?"

The farmer just smiled innocently, showing a simple expression, and replied: "Sir, it's not a big deal for us farmers to walk this distance. The most important thing is to report the news to you as soon as possible."

Looking at the farmer's honest appearance, Xi Yu felt more trust in his intentions. He waved the whip again, urging the horse to run faster.

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was like heavy rain. The steed carried Xi Yu and farmer Luo Cheng all the way and finally arrived at Luojiazhuang.

On the way, Xi Yu also learned that the farmer's name was Luo Cheng, and he also had a rough idea of ​​his family situation. His wife had passed away, and now he only had his young son to depend on.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I saw a tall young man standing there, with a simple and clever look in his eyes. This boy was Luo Cheng's son Luo Xiaoyu.

When Luo Xiaoyu saw her father returning with a stranger of extraordinary appearance beside him, although she was curious, she still walked forward politely and saluted.

Xi Yu didn't bother to exchange pleasantries. He anxiously searched for the girl in the yard and asked, "Luo Cheng, where is that girl?"

Luo Cheng pointed to the house and said hurriedly, "Sir, it's inside."

Xi Yu was extremely anxious and strode into the house, hoping to see the girl who might be Xiaohong as soon as possible to relieve his longing and worry for many days.

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Luo Cheng in confusion, and Luo Cheng said, "This is the Prime Minister."

Luo Xiaoyu was surprised and wanted to pay her respects, but Xi Yu stopped her and asked where the girl was. Luo Xiaoyu said she was in the inner room.

So, Xiyu immediately ran to the inner room and saw a girl lying on the bed. It was Xiaohong. (End of this chapter)