"Cantabile——"

This call was the one she was most familiar with. From the arch bridge over the scaly stream when she was young, to the lament when she was ordered to enter the palace, all her memories were filled with this low call.

Cantabile...

A moment of confusion.

Lin Jiang pushed Ning Ke, then laughed softly and said, "Let's go."

This push brought Ning Ke back to her senses from her memories. She staggered a few steps to the door of the cell. When she turned around, she saw that Lin Jiang had already laid back on the straw mat with his back to her. He looked indescribably old and desolate.

. After taking a few more steps, I felt that the person behind me seemed to be staring at him. However, when I looked back again, I still saw Lin Jiang's lonely back, which seemed to have never changed.

It took a few more steps to get out of the cell door. It was only a few inches away, but Ning Ke felt like he had walked for a long time.

Until she saw Rong Chu a few steps outside the door, Ning Ke still looked stunned.

"Have you finished speaking?" Rong Chu smiled slightly, straightened up and walked towards Ning Ke.

"It's over." Ning Ke tightened his fingertips and shook hands into fists. Suddenly, he felt a pile of silk-like things in his palms. He secretly thought that it was probably his father who had just grasped it and stuffed it into him. So he stabilized himself.

Xinshen smiled at Rong Chu, but she still felt a little guilty, so she asked again, "Where are Liu Zhiyi and the jailer?"

Rong Chu raised his eyes to indicate the water prison not far away, and moved his gaze slightly downward, pausing at Ning Ke's clenched hand.

Ning Ke hid his hand back unnaturally, then smiled and said, "In that case, let's go."

"Where are you going?" Rong Chu paused in front of Ning Ke, his eyes full of narrow-mindedness, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and his eyes still glanced at Ning Ke's clenched hand from time to time, as if he wanted to force her with this look.

You won't give up until you hand over what you have in your hands.

Ning Ke felt irritable for no reason, so he just stuffed the things in his hands into his arms openly, glanced at Rong Chu with a slightly contented look, frowned and said, "Where else can we go? I've been to the weaving yamen, so shouldn't I go weaving?

Is it over?"

"That's right." Rong Chu chuckled lightly, retracting the look that made Ning Ke irritated. He relaxed his sleeves and turned around lightly. When he looked back, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "This time.

You must be familiar with your hometown, so when you go to the Weaving Bureau, just let your Lord lead the way."

There was a hint of displeasure and innuendo in the words. Although Ning Ke understood why Rong Chu was acting like this, he didn't point it out and responded with a smile, "That's what Mr. Liu said."

The extremely serious look fell into Rong Chu's eyes, making him even more unhappy.

The two of them walked forward, ignoring Liu Zhiyi and the jailer who had been dead for a long time, and followed each other out of the dungeon. After seeing another jailer greeting him at the door, Rong Chu laughed, "Master Liu went to the water prison to interrogate the felons.

He said that you should just take care of yourself and stay at the door until...well, when do you wait to find him?" He stopped talking for a moment and turned his head to look at the woman behind him on his right.

Ning Ke reacted very quickly, knowing that Rong Chu had thrown this hot potato into his hands. He just made a brief calculation in his mind and said with a smile, "I said I won't go until three quarters on Xu. When I go, I will take it with me to the prefect's house."

's claw knife."

Although he was surprised how Ning Ke knew that Liu Zhiyi also had a crotch knife, the jailer did not become suspicious. He only said that the two had been friends for many years and agreed casually.

The Weaving Bureau is not too far from the Weaving Yamen. To put it nicely, it is for the sake of getting closer to the officials and the people. Even food and accommodation are in the same place. However, in Ning Ke's eyes, it is just for more convenient exploitation of the people. No matter what they want,

, after a few words, it won’t take long for those people in the weaving bureau who are good at flattering people to come over.

Even the travel expenses are saved.

The Weaving Bureau was much quieter than the Weaving Yamen. The looms made a neat and monotonous "click-click" sound. Before I walked in, I was blocked by the desolate and lifeless atmosphere.

This is the Weaving Bureau, which provides the imperial city with pieces of prosperous silk every year, but it lives in such a sad environment.

Inexplicably, a sentence comes to mind: Make wedding clothes for others.

Ning Ke's heart moved, and he felt more and more that he had done the right thing when he came to Jiangnan this time. He frowned and took the lead and walked in. The guard at the gate lazily raised his eyes and glanced up. When he saw it was Ning Ke, he reluctantly cheered up and saluted.

, and sat down against the wall again.

The craftsman in the outermost room heard the noise, raised his head and glanced indifferently, then lowered his eyes and went about the work in his hands.

Everywhere was lifeless, with no life at all. It was completely different from when Lin Jiang was in charge of the weaving yamen. Ning Ke turned around and didn't see the craftsman he saw at the weaving yamen in the morning.

Anxiously, he glanced at Rong Chu and saw Rong Chu walking towards a small cubicle filled with sundries. He followed him as soon as his heart moved. He saw that the craftsman was tied up inside and there was a big mess in his mouth.

of white cloth.
Chapter completed!