Yan Ji has a talisman drawn by Fu Jiao on her body, even if someone who understands metaphysics and Taoism comes, they can't detect her existence.

She sat on the beam of Zhou's house and paid close attention to Zhou Fangjun.

Zhou Fangjun seems to have just returned from the troupe, and her face is still covered with thick oil paint. He has no servants or maids at home, and he is all responsible for fetching water, washing his face and cooking or something.

Yan Ji is used to staying in the Fu family, and it is rare to see people with such a simple style of life.

Zhou Fangjun sat in front of the mirror and removed her makeup.

This face is usually hidden under rouge gouache, and the eyes are also hung high, so that no wrinkles can be seen. When he wiped off his makeup little by little with a handkerchief, he revealed a face crawling with traces of age. You can see your age by looking good, but with proper maintenance, your skin is still delicate and fairer than ordinary people.

Yan Ji was slightly taken aback.

It seems that Fangjun is at least forty years old this week.

At the age of forty, he can still play Tsing Yi Hua Dan on the stage, which can only show that he is indeed very capable.

"Isn't it going to take care of his face with a baby spirit?"

There was such an evil method before, and the infant spirit was used to refine the cinnabar. Zhou Fangjun has been the pillar of the Chunxi class for 20 years, maybe he thinks like this.

Yan Ji continued to observe silently.

But the ending disappointed her.

After Zhou Fangjun took off her makeup, she went to the bed to rest. The breathing was long and regular, and after a while, I fell asleep.

Yan Ji followed Fu Jiao's instructions, and did not scare him by surprise, but checked the Zhou family inside and out. She didn't find the place where the infant spirit ghost baby was imprisoned, and it was probably hidden by the people behind Zhou Fangjun. Just when she felt that she had found nothing, she found that the quilt that Zhou Fangjun was sleeping on turned out to be the wax valerian of the ancient method.

Wax valerian is batik, which is a unique traditional skill in Miaojiang.

The quilt of the batik process is not as soft as silk cotton, and the slightly wealthy people in the capital will not choose such a material for the bedding. Zhou Fangjun did the opposite, not only the bed sheets and bedding were batiked, but even the pillows under his head were made of Miao Yin.

Yan Ji had dealt with the Miao Jiang people before her death, so she could tell them at once.

Could it be that this Zhou Fangjun is from Miaojiang?

She was idle, looking around for evidence about Miao Jiang, and after looking for a long time, she really found something.

The thing was pillowing under Zhou Fangjun's head.

The pillow made by Miao Yin is hollow, and there is a bell pull ring next to it, which can be opened by pulling it out.

If it was man-made, the bell on the pillow would definitely wake up Zhou Fangjun, but Yan Ji was not human, she quietly poked along the pillow, and found a dry flower lying quietly in the hollow pillow.

This touches the blind spot of Yan Ji.

Could it be the extremely precious Tianshan Snow Lotus? So much so that Zhou Fangjun has to sleep under his head to avoid being stolen?

Yan Ji secretly wrote down the appearance of the plant and planned to tell Fu Jiao tomorrow.

*

Next.

Fu Jiao found out the news from Yan Ji and drew it one by one.

Fu Jiao was not familiar with herbal medicine, she took the blueprint and wanted to find Fu Rudi, but she happened to pass by He Wuxian's medical hall, and with a flash of inspiration, she simply turned around and walked in.

He Wuxian had just finished seeing a patient.

Seeing her coming, she seemed to be incredulous, and hurriedly stood up: "Miss Fu, are you ...... What are you doing here? ”

I wanted to ask her if she was unwell, but she didn't think it was appropriate.

"Passing by here, stop by to see Dr. He."

Fu Jiao smiled slightly.

Her brilliant face brought out a bit of vitality to the medicine-filled medical hall, and many people around looked at this side to inquire about her relationship with He Wuxian.

Fu Jiao coughed in a low voice again, "Actually, it's a little trivial matter, please ask Doctor He." ”

"Come with me."

He Wuxian guessed too.

If he has nothing to do, he doesn't think that Fu Jiao wants to have too much contact with the man who divorced her.

The two came upstairs to the medical hall, which is the residence where He Wuxiao lives alone, in addition to the bed, it is the desk, and the furnishings are elegant and simple.

"Miss Fu, what do you want to ask?"

"Doctor He, do you know the plants on this picture?"

Fu Jiao took out the painting depicted by Yan Ji from her arms. With just one glance, He Wuxian said categorically: "This is the seven-colored hibiscus I mentioned to you before." ”

Fu Jiao was taken aback.

"Didn't you say that this is only available in the Miaojiang area?"

"It is unknown that someone was smuggled to the capital." He Wuxian sighed, "Miss Fu, have you already found out the real murderer who poisoned Aunt Chen?" ”

Fu Jiao didn't want to reveal too much to him, and replied ambiguously: "I'm still investigating, and I already have some eyebrows." ”

Aunt Chen will go crazy, it must be related to the seven-colored hibiscus in Zhou Fangjun's hand.

He Wuxian saw that she didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask to get to the bottom of it. He only smiled gently: "This seven-colored hibiscus is evidence, you must put it away." His tone was stunned, and he didn't know whether it was really praise or something in his words, "With a good brother like Master Fu, I believe you will be able to catch the real murderer soon." ”

Fu Jiao is not Fu Zhenqing's biological daughter, and her background is still under secret.

The outside world thought that Fu Zhenqing collapsed because he planned to kill Aunt Rong back then, lost his sacred heart, and did not publicize Fu Jiao's life experience at all.

It's humiliating after all.

is even more humiliating than Fu Zhenqing is a murderer.

Fu Jiao got up to say goodbye to He Wuxian, He Wuxian sent her outside the medical hall, lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, without saying too much.

He knows how to handle the scale.

This made Fu Jiao very comfortable with him, like a spring breeze.

She couldn't help but think that if there was no intermediate change between the original owner and He Wuxian, it would be good to marry him.

It's a pity that she is not the original owner.

Fu Jiao sighed with emotion, and immediately rushed to the mansion to discuss the seven-colored hibiscus in Zhou Fangjun's house with Fu Rudi.

*

Yan Ji worked hard to spy on Fu Jiao.

She is now squatting on the beams of the house, day after day, she wonders why she has become so obedient to Fu Jiao's words.

At first, I was coerced by her, but gradually, I wanted to help her. It's not about himself, it's nothing about Song Lang, it's like an old friend who has been together for a long time.

For several days in a row, Zhou Fangjun went alone, went to the troupe on time, went out early and returned late, there was no abnormality, and Yan Ji couldn't find out who the master behind him was. By the evening of the fifth day, Zhou Fangjun was finally a little weird.

He did not take off his makeup and fall asleep as usual, but went under the stove in the kitchen and bowed to the portrait of the god of the stove.

There is no power of faith in the portrait that makes Yan Ji fearful, indicating that there is no stove god here, just a painted decoration.

But after seeing Zhou Fangjun worship, he stretched out his hand and peeled off the portrait of the god of the stove little by little, revealing a loose red brick. Moving away from the red brick, a golden light flashed, and Yan Ji instantly sensed the surging Yin Qi of the forest.

Zhou Fangjun took out a ceramic round belly altar from behind the wall, and a powerful sealing yellow talisman was pasted on the altar.

Yan Ji knows.

It seems that the baby spirit captured by the birth ghost is hidden here. (End of chapter)