Taking advantage of the opportunity to raise his head, Jing Zhaoyi saw the appearance of this person who claimed to be Taifufu. I saw Fu Shun wearing a dark brown robe and a jasper hairpin, looking not like a subordinate, but a rich young master.

"I don't know what Childe is doing here." Jing Zhaoyi asked tentatively.

"Oh, that's right." Fu Shunmin pursed his lips and replied, "My lord asked me to ask my lord, is there a son named Pan Ning in prison?" ”

Jing Zhaoyi was a little puzzled when he heard Fushun's question, but he still nodded.

"Yes."

"What did he do to get locked up?" Fu Shun Road.

"Flirting... Jiang Zuocheng's personal guard. Jing Zhaoyi replied.

"Jiang Zuocheng?"

Hearing this name, Fu Shun was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up with an arc, and he muttered, "Jiang Huan."

"What? Do you know? ”

"Know, how can you not know?"

Jiang Huan, he knows this name even if he turns to ashes, the half-dead man who will make An Taifu and An Gongzi angry.

"I wonder if you can let me meet him?" Fu Shun Road.

Jing Zhaoyi looked a little embarrassed when he heard what Fu Shun said, he instinctively wanted to refuse, but he had to give up because he remembered the identity of that person.

"Nature." Jing Zhaoyi said that, called his personal servant, and only listened to his instructions: "Take this son to see Pan Ning in prison."

"No." The little guy said and made a gesture of please. Fu Shun saw that the little guy was like this, and he was not ambiguous, so he walked out in the direction that the person pointed out.

In prison.

Because of the help of that mysterious man, Penning's life in the prison can be said to be extremely nourishing. Of course, the premise of this nourishment is to ignore the dirty environment and the dead rats on the ground.

Footsteps sounded not far away, and the mysterious man spoke.

"Someone's coming, hide it."

"Yes, yes!"

"Can you take me to meet this Pan Gongzi?" Fu Shun Road.

Jing Zhaoyi heard what Fu Shun said, and nodded flatteringly: "This is natural."

After that, he called a small servant and said, "Take this son to see Pan Ning."

"Yes." The little guy said and made a gesture of invitation to Fushun. Fu Shun put down the teacup in his hand and followed the little guy out.

Prison.

Penning was gobbling up something when suddenly, a mysterious voice said, "Put things away, someone's coming."

Hearing what the mysterious voice said, Penning nodded reflexively. For him, this mysterious man is his savior. So what he says, he will do.

After Penning hid his things, Fushun also went to this prison. He looked at the man who was leaning on the ground like an ant with a playful expression, and then at the little guy next to him.

"Open the door, I have something to say to him."

"Yes." The little servant opened the cell door, and then withdrew with interest.

"You are Pan Ning, the son of Pan Yuanwai?"

Penning said as he heard the disgusting name, his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve.

"Yes."

Fu Shun looked at Pan Ning condescendingly, and said with a mocking expression: "I heard that you entered the prison because of the guards who molested Jiang Huan?"

"Yes and what, no and what?" Penning said self-deprecatingly.

Fu Shun looked at Pan Ning's decadent appearance and was disgusted in his heart. But remembering his own adult's orders, he still said coldly: "You... Want to go out? ”

(End of chapter)