With Zhong Yifeng present, Ding Zhaoliu was silent all the way, and when he arrived at Ke's house according to the road pointed by Jiang Fuyuan, he showed a little smile.

He jumped out of the carriage and bowed his hand to Zhong Yongfeng: "General Zhong, since Mu Xiangu has arrived home, I will not send you anymore, the carriage will lend you, and you can do it yourself." ”

Unexpectedly, Zhong Jifeng glanced at him, and after answering the hello, he also got out of the carriage.

Ding Zhaoliu: ?

Zhong Yongfeng got off the station, lifted the curtain with one hand, handed it in with the other, and then a plain white hand held his hand, and Jiang Fuyuan followed and got off the car.

Ding Zhaoliu: ??

He had never paid attention to those messy imperial relatives, it was Zhong Yongfeng who came to Jingzhou as a relative of the second prince's mother's family, and he didn't know where he lived at all.

At this time, seeing the appearance of the two standing side by side, he realized that Mu Xiangu and this Zhong Yifeng were likely to live very closely, and they might even live in one place!

"Ah Niang-" Ke Mingbai ran out of the gate with his little short legs, and came straight to Jiang Fuji.

Zhu Li made him a straw grasshopper at noon, and the cub was very rare, and he was looking for someone to offer treasure everywhere.

The small cannonball rushed halfway, and when he saw Zhong Yongfeng beside Ah Niang, his eyes lit up, and his little feet turned around and pounced on Zhong Yongfeng.

Zhong Jifeng didn't even have time to bend down to catch him, he hugged his thigh, and the sound of giggles accompanied by the sound of small milk sounds.

"Look, my grasshopper!"

Uncle Zhao took a step slowly, and called him with an ouch: "Xiaobai, don't run so fast!" There's a guest here! ”

Ke Mingbai stopped and continued to be foolish, let go of Zhong Yongfeng's legs and stood up straight, and greeted Ding Zhaoliu decently: "My name is Xiaobai, hello." ”

Ding Zhaoliu looked at this child, who was somewhat similar to Zhong Yongfeng, and had mixed feelings.

The children of Mu Xiangu and General Zhong are so old!

Seeing the guest looking at him in a daze, Ke Mingbai blinked his eyes, thinking that he was not clear enough, and folded his two little meat hands again, and said in a milky voice: "My name is Xiaobai, what is your name?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu: "...... Hello, my name is Ding Zhaoliu. ”

Ke Mingbai nodded, imitating Zhao Bo's usual appearance of greeting guests, leading into the door with one hand, and said, "Guests, please come in and talk." ”

He pretended to be an adult, so cute that Jiang Fuyuan's heart was itchy, and he couldn't wait to pick up the cub and kiss him fiercely until his face was full of saliva.

However, there are guests present at the moment, and she can't act like a big pervert, so she can only restrain herself and smile: "Ding Shaoqing didn't just send me back by the way, right?" Come in and have a cup of tea and talk slowly. ”

With that, she picked up the cub, turned around and led the way in, and took advantage of her back to them to smack the cub's soft cheeks, making him shrink his neck and giggle again.

Walking to the front hall, Jiang Fuyuan was addicted to the cub and let the cub go to find his brother.

The three of them sat down, and Jiang Fuyuan got straight to the point: "Is there anything that Ding Shaoqing is looking for me that is difficult for manpower?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu, who decided that the two in front of him were already a family, no longer cared about Zhong Yongfeng this time, and replied truthfully: "Ding does have something to ask for, my father is seriously ill, I want to ask Mu Xiangu to help take a look." ”

Jiang Fuyuan was puzzled: "If you are sick, you don't ask a doctor, what do you ask me to do, and I won't see the disease." ”

Ding Zhaoliu sighed: "Mu Xiangu, my father's illness is strange. ”

Ding Zhaoliu's father is named Ding Shuoming, a hereditary Qingyang Marquis, although he is a scholar who can only dance and write, but he has always been in good health, and he has never even had a cold all year round, but he was suddenly bedridden three months ago.

"I asked the imperial doctor to come and see it, but he only said that my father had a loss of qi and blood and needed to recuperate. But now that I have been raising for so long, my body has not only not improved, but has become weaker and weaker, and even when I came to his bed a few days ago, he could not recognize me and called my name wrong. ”

After listening to his narration, Jiang Fuyuan tapped his fingers on the table and said slowly: "Master Hou's illness came suddenly, but this can't prove that it was done by ghosts, right?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu's face changed color, and he paused for a while before he said astringently: "Dali Temple is in charge of criminal prison cases, and everything is the most evidence-oriented, so I haven't revealed this matter, and I only hold back my strength to investigate." But now my father's body can't stand it......"

He suddenly thought of the only point that could be called a clue, and his hands clenched into fists excitedly: "By the way, I once heard a baby crying in my father's yard!" ”

"Baby crying?" Zhong Yongfeng's eyes moved slightly, "I remember that Qingyang Hou only has one bloodline. ”

The newborns in the hereditary marquis's family need to go to the household department to report, and the more people there are, the more they will get every month, so the hereditary marquis's family generally works hard to spread out the branches and leaves, and is proud of the descendants of their descendants.

There are very few cases like the Qingyang Marquis Mansion with only one son, so Ding Zhaoliu is very famous in Jiufeng, after all, he is the next Qingyang Marquis who is ironclad.

Ding Zhaoliu nodded: "That's why I thought it was strange, at first I thought it was the servant in the family who had a new son, but after asking around, I said no." ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and asked Jiang Fuyuan anxiously: "...... Could it be some kind of baby ghost at work? ”

"It's not impossible." Jiang Fuyuan's eyes rolled, and he asked again, "Why don't you go and ask someone from the Dao Palace to come and see?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu was silent for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "My mother...... When he was young, he had a dispute with Gu Qing. ”

Jiang Fuyuan suddenly thought of what Fang Cai Zhu Wenyan said in the carriage, so she nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go to your house tomorrow." ”

Ding Zhaoliu got up and begged, "Mu Xiangu, can you go back and have a look today?" I'm so worried about my dad......"

His worries were sincere and clear, reminding Jiang Fuyuan of the past as if he had lived in a different world.

When she was young, her father was also sick once, and although he was well the next day, she was also worried and cried until her nose bubbled.

The past softened her heart, and Jiang Fuyuan nodded and responded to his request.

The three of them immediately went out again, and Uncle Zhao, who wanted to ask about today's dinner menu, took a step slower, only to see the backs of Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yifeng far away.

He sighed: "Why did you go back to Jingzhou like you didn't come back, I haven't had a hot meal at home for a few days." ”

It seems that he is the only one who eats with the cubs in the evening.

When they arrived at the Qingyang Marquis's mansion, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yifeng followed Ding Zhaoliu to the courtyard of the Qingyang Marquis first.

After walking around the courtyard and walking around the corners, Jiang Fuyuan didn't see any yin qi.

Ding Zhaoliu saw that she was standing still in the courtyard and no longer moving, and hurriedly asked, "Mu Xiangu, have you found anything?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan: "There is no yin qi, not a ghost." ”

Hearing this, Ding Zhaoliu breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that it was not haunted, it seemed that the baby's cry in the previous night should be his hallucination.

Seeing that his face was relieved, Jiang Fuyuan said slowly: "It may be a spirit." ”

Spirits are not ghosts, and there is no yin energy on their bodies.

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

Spirits are not as good as ghosts, but ghosts are still human beings before they die.

Spirits sound even scarier.

Jiang Fuyuan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: "Many spirits have a characteristic, that is, they learn to cry babies. ”

Ding Zhaoliu: "Why is this happening? ”

Jiang Fuyuan: "Probably to let people relax their vigilance and throw themselves into the net." ”

Ding Zhaoliu: "...... But crying in the middle of the night makes people more nervous, right? ”

This time, Jiang Fuyuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, so the brains of the spirits are not very good, stupid." ”

After speaking, she pointed to the door: "Qingyang Hou can be inside?" ”

Ding Zhaoliu snorted: "My father can't get up now, and he is bedridden on weekdays." ”

"Okay." Jiang Fuyuan turned around and walked towards the door, "Then let's go and see Master Hou." ”

(End of chapter)