Zuo Qianhu watched Fang Ping and the female ghost leave, but he didn't ask more questions.

No matter what Fang Ping's identity was, he preferred to trust Master Zhang's judgment.

Fang Ping walked on the road a little lonely, Qiu Rong followed him quietly, she could hear the conversation clearly inside, and it was inevitable that she had a trace of sympathy for Fang Ping in her heart.

Even the sons of eunuchs are not as miserable as them when they are down.

"You...... Okay? After being silent for a long time, Qiu Rong still couldn't help but say in concern.

Fang Ping nodded slightly, he was not pathetic, but thinking about this series of things, he faintly caught something, but there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

I must have overlooked something important!

He looked at Qiu Rong, and secretly said in his heart that it would be good if he knew how to spell with her, and he wouldn't beg people everywhere.

Qiu Rong frowned slightly, and comforted him a little jerkyly: "You, don't be too sad...... Didn't Lord Zhang also say that Lord Fang wouldn't have to worry about his life for the time being, and after a while, maybe he would be able to settle his grievances......"

Fang Ping shook his head, what he was worried about was not his father, but Ah Zheng.

Qin Shilu has been arresting Ah Zheng for several days, and his life in prison must be very difficult, and he must get him out as soon as possible.

A person like Zhang Xun will definitely not accept his money. So he didn't dare to take out the silver ticket he was carrying with him, otherwise he would definitely be swept out of the house.

What if you bribe Qin Shilu? Maybe there's a little more to it than that!

But you can't do it yourself, otherwise......

He was pondering, Qiu Rong had turned into a whirlwind, and he held him in it, and a faint voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't move around this way, when you reach dawn on both legs, my aunt and grandmother can't afford to wait."

Fang Ping didn't have the heart to play with her anymore, so he relaxed his body, let her roll herself up, and soon returned to Jiang's mansion.

At this time, it was almost dawn, Qiu Rong put him on the ground smoothly, and said a little tiredly: "It's almost dawn, I'm going to rest." ”

Naturally, ghosts don't get tired, but at the end of the night, the yin qi decreases, which naturally affects her state.

Fang Ping hugged his fists and said, "Thank you so much Miss Qiurong tonight." ”

"Hey, you don't have to, I'm not here to help you, if it weren't for my sister......"

"Little Miss Xie, she ......" Fang Ping looked left and right, and the lights in the courtyard had been extinguished.

The corners of Qiu Rong's mouth pursed slightly, "She has not been a ghost for a long time, her realm is too low, she can't stand the yang energy of day and night, and she has to return to the painting when she arrives." ”

Fang Ping nodded, and heard her say again: "My sister's life is hard, it must be fate to meet you, I hope you treat her well, don't let ...... down"

When the words came to the back, they were getting fainter and fainter.

As soon as Fang Ping turned around, Qiu Rong was gone.

As soon as the door was opened, the purple-clothed beauty on the mural moved, and a anxious voice came out: "Young Master Fang, Sister Qiu Rong didn't treat you well, right?" ”

Fang Ping didn't have the heart to joke with her, briefly explained the situation, told her to feel at ease, went to bed, and fell asleep groggily after a while.

In my sleep, I seemed to go to a strange place, where the boundless space was filled with cyan smoke, and there were rows of red lanterns not far away.

When the smoke cleared a little, he vaguely saw that it was a tall and deep city tower, but the walls were blue, and it revealed a gloomy and cold atmosphere, and there was a plaque in the four feet high of the city tower, on which the silver hook iron painting was engraved with three large seal characters......

Fang Ping squinted and looked hard, but he could only see vaguely.

Just as he was unconsciously getting closer and closer, a loud voice suddenly sounded in his ears—

"Go ahead, don't die!"

He woke up from his dream suddenly, it was already daylight coming through the window, and his brain was buzzing and hurting.

He couldn't remember the strange scene in the dream, but the last sound felt very familiar.

It's just that I can't figure out who it is.

Fang Ping went to the kitchen and picked up two leftover steamed buns from last night, filled his stomach, said hello to Xiao Xie again, and continued to go out to find out the news.

But this time, he didn't dare to show his face again, but made a face, wore dirty clothes and turned into a homeless person.

There are not many displaced people in these years, and it is not easy to attract attention.

Luoyi was unexpectedly calm.

The restaurant where the incident occurred yesterday is open as usual, as if Jinyiwei has never been here.

He squatted outside the tavern for half a morning, only to learn that after the three of them fell into the water yesterday, Jinyiwei did not continue to arrest people, and withdrew without saying anything, which was very inconsistent with the consistent style of eagle dogs.

"Maybe that's what that Zuo Qianhu meant." Fang Ping secretly said in his heart, he hadn't heard any valuable news after squatting here all morning, it seemed that he still had to take the risk of finding someone to inquire about the situation in Luoyi Prison.

Just as Fang Ping was about to get up and leave, he suddenly heard someone at the door:

"Have you heard, Miss Du Yuanwai has a strange illness and is looking for a doctor!"

"Hey, this Du family has run all over the large and small medical halls in Luoyi, and even Imperial Doctor Liu, who has returned to his hometown, is helpless, what else can he do, I see, Miss Du is a ...... fate."

"What kind of fate, it is said that Du Yuanwai offended people and cursed people."

"Really?"

"No, Du Yuanwai also invited a witch doctor to take a look, but the other party did it, and it didn't have any effect......

Du Yuanwai...... Miss Du Jia......

Fang Ping suddenly remembered one thing, his family business seems to be in Luoyi, it seems that the other party is also surnamed Du?

When the Confucian students came out, he stepped forward and asked, "Which Miss Du is it?" ”

"Ouch, where did you come from!"

"Scare Lao Tzu!"

There was a scholar who threatened to beat someone, but was persuaded by his peers.

"Why bother to be like a flower child."

"There are still a few Du families, and naturally it is the richest Du family in Luoyi."

It really was him!

An inspiration flashed through his mind.

Although he was masked with his so-called fiancée, he heard that she had a strange disease, and he had to go and see her. The most important thing is to see if you can use the name of Du Yuanwai to save Ah Zheng from coming out!

Fang Ping returned to the Jiang Mansion Courtyard, and after getting dressed neatly, he hired a carriage with broken silver and drove all the way to the door of Du's house.

Needless to say, the coachman is very familiar with the road, and the mansion of Du Yuanwai's family is famous in Luoyi.

When he lifted the curtain and looked, Fang Ping also had to sigh "the courtyard is luxurious". His Fang family's ancestral house is really a dilapidated thatched hut compared to here.

In this way, Du Yuanwai is really rich.

"Who are you looking for?"

The soap-clothed family at the door saw that Fang Ping was dressed well, and he didn't dare to slack off, after all, the master of the Du family valued scholars the most, and the lady was often "talking and laughing" in front of the house before she fell ill.

Fang Ping said politely: "I came from the south of the country, and I came to visit Du Yuanwai." ”

"Is there a letter of appointment?"

"Is there a famous post?"

"No, no......" Jia Ding showed a contemptuous look on his face, "The master has not had the heart to meet with idle people and others recently, so the son is still where to come from, where to go back!" ”

Fang Ping stepped forward with a smile and quietly handed over a piece of broken silver from his sleeve.

"Please let me know."

Jia Ding took the broken silver, glanced at the other person, and said with a smile: "That son will wait a while, and the little one will come when he goes." ”

"By the way, who is Childe's surname?"

Fang Ping pondered for a moment and said, "The old man surnamed Fang, if you tell your master, he will naturally know." ”

"Okay, okay!"

The family nodded and ran towards the house, it was really difficult to move an inch without money!