Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss
Chapter 110 A baby cries at night
Chapter 110 A baby cries at night
With Zhong Liefeng present, Ding Zhaoliu remained silent all the way. When he followed the path pointed by Jiang Fuyuan and reached Ke's house, he showed a little smile.
He jumped off the carriage, cupped his hands to Zhong Lianfeng and said, "General Zhong, now that Mu Xiangu has arrived home, I won't see you off anymore. I'll lend you the carriage as you please."
Unexpectedly, Zhong Liefeng glanced at him, said hello, and then got off the carriage.
Ding Zhaoliu:?
Zhong Lianfeng got off the station and stood still. He lifted the car curtain with one hand and passed it in with the other. Then a small white hand held his hand, and Jiang Fuyuan followed and got out of the car.
Ding Zhaoliu:? ?
He had never paid attention to those messy royal relatives, so Zhong Liefeng, who came to Jingzhou as a relative of the second prince's mother's clan, had no idea where he lived.
Seeing the two of them standing side by side, he later realized that Mu Xiangu and Zhong Liefeng probably lived very close to each other, or even in the same place!
"Auntie——" Ke Mingbai ran out of the gate with his short legs and ran straight towards Jiang Fuyuan.
Zhu Li made him a straw grasshopper at noon. The little cub was extremely rare and looked for people to offer treasures everywhere.
Halfway through the charge, Little Cannonball saw Zhong Liefeng next to A Niang. His eyes lit up and his little feet turned around and rushed towards Zhong Liefeng.
Zhong Lianfeng didn't even have time to bend down to catch him, but he hugged his thigh, and his giggles were accompanied by the sound of her little breasts.
"Look, my grasshopper!"
Uncle Zhao took a step slowly and called out to him: "Xiao Bai, don't run so fast! There are guests here!"
Only then did Ke Mingbai stop being coquettish, let go of Zhong Lianfeng's legs, stood up straight, and said hello to Ding Zhaoliu in a decent manner: "My name is Xiaobai, hello."
Ding Zhaoliu looked at this child who was somewhat similar to Zhong Liefeng with mixed emotions.
Mu Xiangu and General Zhong’s children are already so old!
Seeing the guest looking at him blankly, Ke Mingbai blinked his eyes, thinking that he didn't speak clearly enough. He folded his two little fleshy hands and said in a sweet voice: "My name is Xiaobai, what is your name?"
Ding Zhaoliu: "...Hello, my name is Ding Zhaoliu."
Ke Mingbai nodded, imitating Uncle Zhao's usual way of greeting guests, and guided the door in with one hand, saying at the same time: "Guests, please come in and talk."
The cute little way he pretended to be an adult made Jiang Fuyuan's heart itch. She wished she could pick up the little cub and kiss him so hard that his face would be drooled.
However, there were guests present, so she couldn't act like a pervert, so she could only restrain herself from laughing and said: "Ding Shaoqing is not just dropping by to send me back, is he? Come in and have a cup of tea and let's talk slowly."
After saying that, she picked up the baby, turned around and walked in the door first, and while her back was turned to them, she gave the baby's soft cheeks a fierce sip, making him shrink his neck and giggle again.
Walking to the front hall, Jiang Fuyuan had just finished Zaizai's addiction and sent Xiaozai to find her brother.
The three of them sat down and Jiang Fuyuan got straight to the point: "Is Ding Shaoqing looking for me for something that is beyond human control?"
Ding Zhaoliu, who believed that the two people in front of him were already a family, no longer cared about Zhong Liefeng this time, and answered truthfully: "Ding does have something to ask for. My father is seriously ill. I would like to ask Mu Xiangu to help take a look."
Jiang Fuyuan was confused: "If you don't call a doctor when you're sick, I won't know how to do anything you ask me to do."
Ding Zhaoliu sighed: "Mu Xiangu, my father's illness came unexpectedly."
Ding Zhaoliu's father's name is Ding Shuoming, a hereditary Marquis of Qingyang. Although he is a scholar who only knows how to write and write, he has always been in good health and has never had a cold or cold throughout the year. However, he suddenly became bedridden three months ago. .
"I asked the imperial doctor to come and see me. He just said that my father was suffering from both qi and blood loss and needed to rest. But now that he has been recovering for so long, instead of getting better, his body is getting weaker and weaker. Even when I came to his bedside a few days ago, He didn’t even recognize me and called me by the wrong name.”
After listening to his narration, Jiang Fuyuan tapped her fingers on the table and said slowly: "Master Hou's illness came suddenly, but this doesn't prove that it was caused by ghosts, right?"
Ding Zhaoliu's face changed color, and he paused for a while before saying in a solemn voice: "Dali Temple is in charge of criminal and prison cases, and evidence is the most important factor in everything. That's why I have never disclosed this matter, and I just held back my energy to investigate. But Now my father’s body really can’t stand it any longer…”
He suddenly thought of the only clue that could be called it, and clenched his hands into fists excitedly: "By the way, I once heard a baby crying in my father's courtyard!"
"A baby crying?" Zhong Lianfeng's eyes moved slightly, "I remember that the only bloodline of Qingyang Marquis is yours."
Every new born child in a hereditary marquis family needs to be reported to the Ministry of Household Affairs. The larger the population, the more monthly stipends they will receive. Therefore, hereditary marquis families generally work hard to spread their branches and take pride in having many descendants.
It is very rare for the Qingyang Hou family to have only one heir apparent, so Ding Zhaoliu is very famous in Jiufeng. After all, he is definitely the next Qingyang Hou.Ding Zhaoliu nodded: "That's why I felt strange. At first I thought it was the servant at home who had a new baby, but after asking around, everyone said no."
At this point, he lowered his voice and asked Jiang Fuyuan anxiously: "...could it be the ghost of a baby causing trouble?"
"It's not impossible." Jiang Fuyuan rolled his eyes and asked, "Why don't you invite people from the Dao Palace to take a look?"
Ding Zhaoliu was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice: "My mother...had a dispute with Gu Qing when she was young."
Jiang Fuyuan suddenly realized. She thought of what Zhu Wenyan said on the carriage just now, so she nodded and said, "Okay, then I will go to your house tomorrow."
Ding Zhaoliu stood up and held up his hands and begged: "Mu Xiangu, can you go back with me today to take a look? I'm really worried about my father..."
His concern was sincere and clear, reminding Jiang Fuyuan of the past as if it were a lifetime ago.
When she was young, her father also fell ill once. Although he recovered the next day, she was still worried and cried until her nose bubbled with snot.
The past events softened her heart, Jiang Fuyuan nodded and agreed to his request.
The three of them immediately went out again. Uncle Zhao, who wanted to ask about today's dinner menu, took a step slower and only saw the distant backs of Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng.
He sighed: "Why is it that when I return to Jingzhou, it feels like I haven't come back? I haven't had a hot meal at home for several days."
It seemed that he was the only one to accompany the Zaizai for dinner at night.
When they arrived at Qingyanghou's mansion, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng followed Ding Zhaoliu to Qingyanghou's courtyard first.
After walking around outside the hospital and visiting every corner, Jiang Fuyuan didn't see any yin energy.
Ding Zhaoliu saw her standing still in the courtyard and stopped moving, so he quickly asked: "Xiangu Mu, did you find anything?"
Jiang Fuyuan: "If there is no Yin Qi, it is not a ghost."
Hearing this, Ding Zhaoliu breathed a sigh of relief. It was just not haunted. It seemed that the baby crying at night must have been his hallucination.
Seeing the relief on his face, Jiang Fuyuan said slowly: "Maybe it's a spirit."
Spirits are not ghosts and have no Yin energy in them.
Ding Zhaoliu:......
Spirits are worse than ghosts. After all, ghosts are still human beings before they die.
The spirit sounds scarier.
Jiang Fuyuan tilted her head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "Many monsters have one characteristic, and that is they imitate the cry of babies."
Ding Zhaoliu: "Why is this happening?"
Jiang Fuyuan: "Probably to make people relax their vigilance and throw themselves into the net."
Ding Zhaoliu: "... But crying in the middle of the night will make people more nervous, right?"
This time Jiang Fuyuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, so the monsters' brains are not very easy to use, they are stupid."
After speaking, she pointed to the door: "Is Marquis Qingyang in there?"
Ding Zhaoliu hummed: "My father can't get up now. He is usually bedridden."
"Okay." Jiang Fuyuan turned around and walked towards the door, "Then let's go see the Marquis."
(End of this chapter)
With Zhong Liefeng present, Ding Zhaoliu remained silent all the way. When he followed the path pointed by Jiang Fuyuan and reached Ke's house, he showed a little smile.
He jumped off the carriage, cupped his hands to Zhong Lianfeng and said, "General Zhong, now that Mu Xiangu has arrived home, I won't see you off anymore. I'll lend you the carriage as you please."
Unexpectedly, Zhong Liefeng glanced at him, said hello, and then got off the carriage.
Ding Zhaoliu:?
Zhong Lianfeng got off the station and stood still. He lifted the car curtain with one hand and passed it in with the other. Then a small white hand held his hand, and Jiang Fuyuan followed and got out of the car.
Ding Zhaoliu:? ?
He had never paid attention to those messy royal relatives, so Zhong Liefeng, who came to Jingzhou as a relative of the second prince's mother's clan, had no idea where he lived.
Seeing the two of them standing side by side, he later realized that Mu Xiangu and Zhong Liefeng probably lived very close to each other, or even in the same place!
"Auntie——" Ke Mingbai ran out of the gate with his short legs and ran straight towards Jiang Fuyuan.
Zhu Li made him a straw grasshopper at noon. The little cub was extremely rare and looked for people to offer treasures everywhere.
Halfway through the charge, Little Cannonball saw Zhong Liefeng next to A Niang. His eyes lit up and his little feet turned around and rushed towards Zhong Liefeng.
Zhong Lianfeng didn't even have time to bend down to catch him, but he hugged his thigh, and his giggles were accompanied by the sound of her little breasts.
"Look, my grasshopper!"
Uncle Zhao took a step slowly and called out to him: "Xiao Bai, don't run so fast! There are guests here!"
Only then did Ke Mingbai stop being coquettish, let go of Zhong Lianfeng's legs, stood up straight, and said hello to Ding Zhaoliu in a decent manner: "My name is Xiaobai, hello."
Ding Zhaoliu looked at this child who was somewhat similar to Zhong Liefeng with mixed emotions.
Mu Xiangu and General Zhong’s children are already so old!
Seeing the guest looking at him blankly, Ke Mingbai blinked his eyes, thinking that he didn't speak clearly enough. He folded his two little fleshy hands and said in a sweet voice: "My name is Xiaobai, what is your name?"
Ding Zhaoliu: "...Hello, my name is Ding Zhaoliu."
Ke Mingbai nodded, imitating Uncle Zhao's usual way of greeting guests, and guided the door in with one hand, saying at the same time: "Guests, please come in and talk."
The cute little way he pretended to be an adult made Jiang Fuyuan's heart itch. She wished she could pick up the little cub and kiss him so hard that his face would be drooled.
However, there were guests present, so she couldn't act like a pervert, so she could only restrain herself from laughing and said: "Ding Shaoqing is not just dropping by to send me back, is he? Come in and have a cup of tea and let's talk slowly."
After saying that, she picked up the baby, turned around and walked in the door first, and while her back was turned to them, she gave the baby's soft cheeks a fierce sip, making him shrink his neck and giggle again.
Walking to the front hall, Jiang Fuyuan had just finished Zaizai's addiction and sent Xiaozai to find her brother.
The three of them sat down and Jiang Fuyuan got straight to the point: "Is Ding Shaoqing looking for me for something that is beyond human control?"
Ding Zhaoliu, who believed that the two people in front of him were already a family, no longer cared about Zhong Liefeng this time, and answered truthfully: "Ding does have something to ask for. My father is seriously ill. I would like to ask Mu Xiangu to help take a look."
Jiang Fuyuan was confused: "If you don't call a doctor when you're sick, I won't know how to do anything you ask me to do."
Ding Zhaoliu sighed: "Mu Xiangu, my father's illness came unexpectedly."
Ding Zhaoliu's father's name is Ding Shuoming, a hereditary Marquis of Qingyang. Although he is a scholar who only knows how to write and write, he has always been in good health and has never had a cold or cold throughout the year. However, he suddenly became bedridden three months ago. .
"I asked the imperial doctor to come and see me. He just said that my father was suffering from both qi and blood loss and needed to rest. But now that he has been recovering for so long, instead of getting better, his body is getting weaker and weaker. Even when I came to his bedside a few days ago, He didn’t even recognize me and called me by the wrong name.”
After listening to his narration, Jiang Fuyuan tapped her fingers on the table and said slowly: "Master Hou's illness came suddenly, but this doesn't prove that it was caused by ghosts, right?"
Ding Zhaoliu's face changed color, and he paused for a while before saying in a solemn voice: "Dali Temple is in charge of criminal and prison cases, and evidence is the most important factor in everything. That's why I have never disclosed this matter, and I just held back my energy to investigate. But Now my father’s body really can’t stand it any longer…”
He suddenly thought of the only clue that could be called it, and clenched his hands into fists excitedly: "By the way, I once heard a baby crying in my father's courtyard!"
"A baby crying?" Zhong Lianfeng's eyes moved slightly, "I remember that the only bloodline of Qingyang Marquis is yours."
Every new born child in a hereditary marquis family needs to be reported to the Ministry of Household Affairs. The larger the population, the more monthly stipends they will receive. Therefore, hereditary marquis families generally work hard to spread their branches and take pride in having many descendants.
It is very rare for the Qingyang Hou family to have only one heir apparent, so Ding Zhaoliu is very famous in Jiufeng. After all, he is definitely the next Qingyang Hou.Ding Zhaoliu nodded: "That's why I felt strange. At first I thought it was the servant at home who had a new baby, but after asking around, everyone said no."
At this point, he lowered his voice and asked Jiang Fuyuan anxiously: "...could it be the ghost of a baby causing trouble?"
"It's not impossible." Jiang Fuyuan rolled his eyes and asked, "Why don't you invite people from the Dao Palace to take a look?"
Ding Zhaoliu was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice: "My mother...had a dispute with Gu Qing when she was young."
Jiang Fuyuan suddenly realized. She thought of what Zhu Wenyan said on the carriage just now, so she nodded and said, "Okay, then I will go to your house tomorrow."
Ding Zhaoliu stood up and held up his hands and begged: "Mu Xiangu, can you go back with me today to take a look? I'm really worried about my father..."
His concern was sincere and clear, reminding Jiang Fuyuan of the past as if it were a lifetime ago.
When she was young, her father also fell ill once. Although he recovered the next day, she was still worried and cried until her nose bubbled with snot.
The past events softened her heart, Jiang Fuyuan nodded and agreed to his request.
The three of them immediately went out again. Uncle Zhao, who wanted to ask about today's dinner menu, took a step slower and only saw the distant backs of Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng.
He sighed: "Why is it that when I return to Jingzhou, it feels like I haven't come back? I haven't had a hot meal at home for several days."
It seemed that he was the only one to accompany the Zaizai for dinner at night.
When they arrived at Qingyanghou's mansion, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng followed Ding Zhaoliu to Qingyanghou's courtyard first.
After walking around outside the hospital and visiting every corner, Jiang Fuyuan didn't see any yin energy.
Ding Zhaoliu saw her standing still in the courtyard and stopped moving, so he quickly asked: "Xiangu Mu, did you find anything?"
Jiang Fuyuan: "If there is no Yin Qi, it is not a ghost."
Hearing this, Ding Zhaoliu breathed a sigh of relief. It was just not haunted. It seemed that the baby crying at night must have been his hallucination.
Seeing the relief on his face, Jiang Fuyuan said slowly: "Maybe it's a spirit."
Spirits are not ghosts and have no Yin energy in them.
Ding Zhaoliu:......
Spirits are worse than ghosts. After all, ghosts are still human beings before they die.
The spirit sounds scarier.
Jiang Fuyuan tilted her head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "Many monsters have one characteristic, and that is they imitate the cry of babies."
Ding Zhaoliu: "Why is this happening?"
Jiang Fuyuan: "Probably to make people relax their vigilance and throw themselves into the net."
Ding Zhaoliu: "... But crying in the middle of the night will make people more nervous, right?"
This time Jiang Fuyuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, so the monsters' brains are not very easy to use, they are stupid."
After speaking, she pointed to the door: "Is Marquis Qingyang in there?"
Ding Zhaoliu hummed: "My father can't get up now. He is usually bedridden."
"Okay." Jiang Fuyuan turned around and walked towards the door, "Then let's go see the Marquis."
(End of this chapter)
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