She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Yan Ji has a talisman drawn by Fu Jiao on her body. Even if someone who understands metaphysics and Taoism comes, she will not be aware of her existence.

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

Zhou Fangjun seemed to have just returned from the theater troupe, and his face was still smeared with thick paint. He had no servants or maids at home, so he had to do all the fetching, washing, and cooking by himself.

Yanji was used to staying in the Fu family, and it was rare to see someone with such a simple lifestyle.

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

This face is usually covered with rouge and gouache, and the eyes are raised high, with no trace of wrinkles visible. When he wiped off his makeup bit by bit with a handkerchief, he revealed a face covered with traces of time. His appearance shows his age, but with proper care, his skin is still delicate and fairer than ordinary people.

Yan Ji was slightly surprised.

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

The fact that he can still perform on the stage at the age of forty can only show that he is indeed very capable.

"Should he use the baby spirit to take care of his face?"

There has been such an evil method before, using infant spirits to refine the cinnabar that keeps the face. Zhou Fangjun has been the pillar of Chunxi Class for twenty years, so maybe that's what he thinks.

Yanji continued to observe silently.

But the ending disappointed her.

After Zhou Fangjun took off her makeup, she went to bed and took a rest. His breathing was long and regular, and he soon fell into sleep.

Yanji followed Fu Jiao's instructions and instead of trying to scare him, she checked the Zhou family inside and out. She could not find the place where the Yingling Guiying was imprisoned. It was probably hidden by the people behind Zhou Fangjun. Just when she thought she had gained nothing, she discovered that the quilt Zhou Fangjun was sleeping on turned out to be an ancient wax valerian.

Wax valerian is batik, which is a unique traditional skill in the Miao area.

Batik-made quilts are not as soft as silk and cotton, and even the richest people in the capital would not choose such materials for quilts. Zhou Fangjun did the opposite. Not only were the sheets and quilts made of batik, but even the pillow under his head was made of Miao silver.

Yanji had dealt with the Miao people during her lifetime, so she could tell them apart at once.

Could it be that Zhou Fangjun is from Miaojiang?

She had nothing to do, looking for evidence about Miao territory. After searching for a long time, she finally found something.

That thing was placed under Zhou Fangjun's head.

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

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

This touches Yan Ji's blind spot.

Could it be the extremely precious Tianshan Snow Lotus? So much so that Zhou Fangjun sleeps with a pillow under his head to avoid being stolen?

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

*

The next day.

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 drawing and wanted to find Fu Rudi. She happened to pass by He Wuhuang's medical clinic. An idea flashed and she turned around and walked in.

He Wuyang had just finished seeing a patient.

Seeing her coming, he seemed in disbelief and quickly stood up: "Miss Fu, you... why are you here?"

I wanted to ask her if she felt uncomfortable in any way, but I felt it was not appropriate.

"Passing by here, I stopped by to see Dr. He."

Fu Jiao smiled slightly.

Her radiant face brought a bit of vitality to the medicine-filled medical center, and many people around her looked over to inquire about her relationship with He Wuyan.

Fu Jiao coughed again in a low voice, "Actually, I have something small to ask Dr. He for advice." "You come with me to the inner room."

He Wuyang guessed the same.

He didn't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. He didn't think that Fu Jiao wanted to have too much contact with the man who broke off her engagement.

The two of them came to the upper floor of the medical center. This was the residence where He Wuxu lived alone. In addition to the bed, there was also a desk, and the furnishings were elegant and simple.

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

"Doctor He, do you recognize the plants in this picture?"

Fu Jiao took out the painting drawn by Yan Ji from her arms. With just one glance, He Wuyan said firmly: "This is the seven-color hibiscus I mentioned to you before."

Fu Jiao was greatly surprised.

"Didn't you say this is only found in the Miao border area?"

"It's unknown whether he was smuggled to the capital." He Wuyan sighed, "Miss Fu, have you found the real culprit who poisoned Aunt Chen?"

Fu Jiao didn't want to reveal too much to him, so she answered vaguely: "I'm still checking, and I already have some clues."

Aunt Chen's madness must be related to the seven-color hibiscus in Zhou Fangjun's hand.

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, He Wuyang didn't ask to get to the bottom of it. He just smiled softly: "This seven-colored hibiscus is evidence, you must keep it." He paused, and he didn't know whether it was a real compliment or something hidden in his words, "With a good brother like Mr. Fu, I believe you will soon We can catch the real culprit."

Fu Jiao is not Fu Zhenqing's biological daughter, and her life experience is still kept secret.

The outside world believed that Fu Zhenqing collapsed because he had lost his Sacred Heart by planning to murder Aunt Rong, and did not publicize Fu Jiao's life experience at all.

After all, it's so embarrassing.

It's even more embarrassing than Fu Zhenqing being a murderer.

Fu Jiao stood up and said goodbye to He Wuyao. He Wuyao sent her outside the hospital, lowered his head and pursed his lips in a smile without saying much.

He knows how to measure things very well.

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

She even couldn't help but think that if there were no accidents between the original owner and He Wuchang, it would be good to marry him.

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

Fu Jiao sighed with emotion that she was fine, and immediately rushed to the government office to discuss with Fu Rudi about the seven-color hibiscus in Zhou Fangjun's house.

*

Yanji worked hard to spy on Fu Jiao.

She was now squatting on the beam. Day after day, she wondered why she became so obedient to Fu Jiao.

At first, he was coerced by her, but gradually, he wanted to help her. It has nothing to do with himself or Song Lang, it's like an old friend who has been with him for a long time.

For several days in a row, Zhou Fangjun walked around alone, going to the theater troupe on time, leaving early and returning late, without any abnormality. Yan Ji could not find out who the master behind him was. On the evening of the fifth day, Zhou Fangjun finally felt a little weird.

He did not take off his makeup and go to bed as usual, but went to the kitchen stove and bowed several times to the portrait of the Kitchen God.

The portrait does not have the power of faith that makes Yan Ji fearful, indicating that there is no Kitchen God here, but is just a decoration in the painting.

But after Zhou Fangjun finished worshiping, he reached out and peeled off the portrait of the Kitchen God bit by bit, revealing a loose red brick. After moving the red brick, a golden light flashed through, and Yan Ji instantly noticed the gloomy and gloomy energy surging out.

Zhou Fangjun took out a ceramic round-belly altar from behind the wall. There was a powerful sealing yellow talisman attached to the altar.

Yan Ji understood.

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