Zheng Anyan put down the book in his hand and said lightly, "What did Miss meet when she went out today?" ”

In the corner of the room, a dark figure squatted silently.

"When the eldest lady went out today, she met the Pingting County Lord's horse, and before his subordinates made a move, Xiao Gongzi had already drawn his sword to help and cut off the horse of the County Lord of Huanting."

"Oh?"

Zheng Anyan was a little surprised, then laughed with some relief, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, I didn't mistake this kid at the beginning. ”

With that, he stepped out of the room and walked straight towards Jing Ning's courtyard.

……

For the next three days, Jing Ning did not see Yang.

She inquired about it, and only said that Zheng Anyan had been very cold to the Yang family in recent days, and had no intention of regaining the power of the family for the Yang family, nor did she take Zheng Anning back.

From this, Jing Ning could know that his father had distrusted the Yang family from his heart.

She threw down the brush, packed up the Buddhist scriptures on the table, asked the maid beside her to hand them over to the old lady, and took Bihua out.

On the third day, the time she had agreed with the doctor had arrived.

By this time, it was already raining lightly outside.

The droplets of water weave into a curtain of rain that flows from the branches of the eaves and then falls to the ground, breaking into rows and streams.

The rain soaked Jing Ning's vamp.

She stretched out a bamboo umbrella, the eaves of which hung low, just enough to cover half of her face.

Along the way, pedestrians were in a hurry.

When he walked to an arched bridge, Jing Ning's face suddenly changed greatly, and he took Bihua's hand behind him and hurriedly stepped back.

Bihua didn't have time to ask, but saw that the arch bridge in front of him had collapsed at a distance of nearly several meters, sinking into the water little by little.

"Miss, this is ......"

Bihua's mouth opened wide and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief-

The arch bridge connecting this side of the bank has completely collapsed, but the half of the bridge leading to the other side of the bank is still standing, something that Bihua has not encountered in the past few decades.

Of course, Jing Ning has never seen it.

"The bridge collapsed on the way out, a bad omen, a bad omen!"

Suddenly there was a loud laugh in my ears, and the raindrops on the branches fell in a flutter.

Jing Ning turned his head to look, and a man dressed sloppily and shaking a wine jug in his hand came over laughing.

The man's pace was slow, he walked and swayed as if he would fall in the next moment, but he could swing steadily every time.

As if he was crazy, he walked up to Jing Ning singing and dancing, suddenly stopped, and looked at Jing Ning's face, his face was crying and laughing.

"Lonely ghost with a lifespan of only twenty-three, why did you come back to life?"

Jing Ning's eyes shrank suddenly, and the hands under the sleeves clenched unconsciously.

Bihua behind him was already displeased, wanting to wave the person in front of him away.

However, Jing Ning stopped her.

He took a few steps forward and asked with a smile, "This senior, may I ask what you mean by what you just said?" ”

The other party ignored it and walked past her.

"You can't say it, you can't say it, it's orderly, it's predestined, everything is predestined, you can't change it, you can't change it!"

As he spoke, he cried and laughed maniacally, and the figure walked farther and farther away.

Jing Ning stood behind her and stared at her back, the hand under the sleeve clenched from beginning to end, never letting go.

"Miss, you, what's wrong with you?" Bihua looked at her young lady with some trepidation.

She had never seen such an expression on her young lady's face, and the light radiating from her eyes seemed to freeze people.

It's nothing, Jing Ning retracted his gaze and smiled kindly at her.

In the sleeves of his shirt, some blood was oozing from his palms.

"I'm just wondering, how the hell are we going to cross this bridge when it's broken."

The two of them put their eyes on the broken bridge again, measured the distance, and according to the extent of the collapse of the bridge, the two of them would definitely not be able to pass.

It seems that there is only a detour......

Obviously, a detour is not a good way to go, because when Jing Ning and Bi Hua walked to the place where they last visited, there was no one left.

Jing Ning originally thought that the doctor did not come, so he sat down in a teahouse next to him and waited patiently.

However, until evening, I did not see anyone.

Could it be that he was teased?

A trace of doubt appeared in her heart, and then she asked the person next to her.

"Xiao Er, what about the doctor who has been setting up a stall here, didn't he say that he would come here in three days?"

Xiao Er, who was wiping the table, replied, "Oh, miss, you're talking about Dr. Yang, Dr. Yang came early in the morning and went back early." ”

What, go back?

Jing Ning frowned and glanced at Bihua.

It seems that today has come in vain.

Just when the two of them were about to leave, there was a sudden commotion next to them, and the people who were originally sitting in the teahouse also heard the wind and went to see the excitement.

Jing Ning originally wanted to leave directly, but when his eyes swept away, he suddenly swept a familiar figure in the crowd.

She stopped in her footsteps and turned her head to walk that way.

In a clearing surrounded by crowds. A young man in a dark coat grabbed a middle-aged man's neck.

Next to those two men was a shivering old woman and a sobbing girl.

"Let these two go, or I'll kill you!"

This should have been a very intimidating word, but when the young man said it in a childish voice, the coldness in his voice was completely diluted.

Jing Ning burst out laughing and shook his head.

This laughter suddenly turned the young man's attention.

He also saw Jing Ning in the crowd and was stunned for a moment.

At this moment of stunnedness, the middle-aged man violently broke free of his hand holding his neck, coughed a few times, and cursed.

"Nosy? Do you know that the family owes Lao Tzu 50 taels, even if he sells all the people in his family, he can't make up the 50 taels, Lao Tzu now only needs his daughter, and he is not kind enough. If you want to save him, okay, give 50 taels to Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will release him immediately! ”

Now that the matter has come to this, Jing Ning can guess what is going on no matter how stupid he is.

Probably the girl's family owed the man money and was forced to take him out to pay off the debt, but when he was about to deliver the goods, someone saw it, so there was the above scene.

As for who that person is?

Bihua tugged at Jing Ning's sleeve violently, and said nervously, "Miss, isn't that Luohua?" How did Luohua end up here? ”

Before Jing Ning could speak, Bihua's face was already nervous, "He seems to have offended that person, what should I do?" Will something happen to Luohua? ”

"With his martial arts, will something happen?"

She chuckled, turned her head and said, "Do you have any silver taels on you, give it to me." ”

Bihua was stunned, and then handed over all the silver taels on her body to Jing Ning.

Jing Ning counted, took out a few pieces, pushed aside the crowd and walked out.

The big man was still swearing—

"What about money, do you have money? If you don't have money, get out of the way, don't disturb Lao Tzu's business! ”