Fairy, I really am a villain!

"What can I do? The Sword Sect is in Tiannan. And I'm not very familiar with my fellow disciples."

"You deserve it. You're always so arrogant. Okay, second sister, you can play with her. I have to go to the government office."

After handing over the important task of accompanying Li Muyu, Fang Xiwen left this empty-nest sister and left cruelly.

~~

When he arrived at the yamen, Fang Xiwen unexpectedly saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Just as I passed the drum tower that was still ringing, I saw a girl in a small jacket coming up to me: "Third brother, something bad has happened!"

"Why are you in the government office?"

"It's Tinghao! He was framed and has been locked up in the dungeon. I just heard them say they're going to give him 40 or 50 lashes first!"

Fang Ziqing seemed to be at a loss, clinging to his life-saving straw tightly: "These bastards are so reckless, if they really hit Tinghao, Tinghao will be dead!"

"Calm down first. I will do my best to save him." Fang Xiwen walked in and then stepped out again. "Let's talk while we walk. What's going on?"

"It was last night. He went to the Song family's banquet..."

In fact, even without Fang Ziqing telling him, he knew that it was Yang Tianxiu who did it. It was something that was expected.

Fang Mansion is so big that Fang Xiwen naturally cannot take care of everyone; due to the differences in closeness, he also has no way to let these people move to the small courtyard to live with him.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful recently, especially the Yang and Song families?" After listening for a while, Fang Xiwen frowned.

"I told him, but he didn't want to hear it."

"Okay, after all, it was me who caused this. Let me be frank with you. If it happens again, I won't be responsible."

He originally wanted these people to lie down so that he could do the crap, but it turned out that some of them didn't even know how to lie down.

Chapter 351 Goodbye Yun Wuxin

In the dark and damp dungeon, faint light shone through the narrow gate.

Two fierce-looking jailers stood guard at the entrance, each holding a gun. The guard was watching the people passing by while recalling the instructions he had received not long ago:

"Regarding the prisoner in cell number four. If the person who comes to visit is Marquis Xuanping or his brother, don't ask anything and just release him. If the person who comes is the Third Young Master, you must stop him even if you die."

The soldier repeated this several times in his mind, and after serving a round of food to the prisoners, he saw a man in brocade clothes walking towards the entrance.

The man had a calm expression and walked with the gait of a dragon or a tiger...but he was the Third Young Master.

Fang Xiwen had just walked to the front of the corridor when the two jailers raised their guns and pointed them at his face, saying with cold eyes, "The prison is a restricted area, no one is allowed to approach!"

"I am a relative of the prisoner, and I am here to visit."

"Stop talking nonsense and retreat!"

The tip of the gun was thrust forward without any explanation, forcing him to take a few steps back.

"I have a legal document here—" "What document? We only follow the orders of the jailer!"

After several attempts, Fang Xiwen was forced all the way to the entrance.

Seeing this, his expression turned cold. "What a submissive person. My brother committed a crime last night, and he was thrown into the dungeon before the case was fully investigated. Who gave you the courage?!"

"The person was sent by the government--" "If they dare to send him, you dare to accept him? According to Jin law, except for serious crimes such as colluding with foreign enemies and conspiring for treason, he is now just a prisoner!

If he is locked up in the dungeon for so long and it turns out to be a false accusation, can you bear the responsibility? "

These two were both veteran jailers who had worked for many years, but now they were overwhelmed by his scolding and immediately asked, "What? Are you going to force your way in?!"

"I've already said it, I'm just here to 'visit'," Fang Xiwen stretched out his hand to grab the tip of the gun and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

As soon as he exerted force, the crossed gun tips were separated.

Even with the strength of these two jailers, they were no match for his single hand, and their expressions were distorted due to the force.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded: "Stop it now."

"Master Xue."

The newcomer seemed to be quite prestigious, so the two jailers immediately put away their guns and stood still, not looking away.

"Since the Third Young Master is eager to visit, I am willing to make some concessions." A scholar in white came out of the corridor. He had a frail temperament and prominent finger joints. He pointed inwards and said, "Please come in half an incense stick of time."

"Thank you."

Recognizing that this man was a prestigious prison guard in the court and an honest official, Fang Xiwen bowed and walked past him down the stairs.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of damp becomes.

In a cell not far away, he found Fang Tinghao sleeping on his side.

Although the young man's clothes were a little torn, there were no obvious wounds, which showed that someone must have helped him take care of it. Otherwise, with Yang Tianxiu's method, at least a dozen bones would have been broken.

"Is it Xue Xinren? He can't disobey Yang Tianxiu's order, but he is willing to give me a favor?"

bang bang bang!

Thinking in his mind, he shook the fence hard, waking up Fang Tinghao inside.

When the latter saw that it was him, he immediately shook his head angrily: "What are you doing? I don't want you to come and save me."

"Okay, I'll leave now. Just wait for Second Uncle to beg people everywhere. I don't know how long it will take to get you out," Fang Xiwen glanced at him, "Goodbye."

"Hey, no... Third brother!!"

After counting a few numbers silently, Fang Xiwen turned back and said expressionlessly, "How is it?"

"Save me, save me," Fang Tinghao obeyed, "I don't want Dad to know about this..."

"Well, it seems a little shameful," he shook his head, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else, you tell me what happened."

"...Ziqing didn't tell you?"

"Very rough, otherwise why would I come to you. Tell me."

Lifting up his skirt, Fang Xiwen sat on the ground.

After struggling for a while, the younger brother turned his back to him and slowly talked about how Song Qin invited him to a dinner last night.

This is a bad thing, very tricky, and if it is not handled properly, the impact will be huge. But as Fang Xiwen listened, he felt both amused and annoyed.

"At the banquet, they invited a famous zither player to play the "Pingsha Qu". They said his skills were superb, and he played some songs about homesickness and horn music. I didn't understand it, but I thought it sounded very nice. The more I listened, the more it sounded like I was drunk.

After listening in a daze for a while, I came to my senses and found that I was the only one left at the banquet. Just as I was about to look for them, the zither sister lifted the beaded curtain and walked out.

"...continue."

"Her fingers gently moved the bead curtain. Her fingers were more beautiful than the white jade beads. I thought I had seen a celestial being. Then, as if she was startled by me, she half covered her mouth with her sleeve and asked me shyly where those people had gone.

I shook my head and said that she played the zither very well, and the zither-playing sister smiled and said that she could teach me and invited me into the pearl curtain..."

It could be heard that Fang Tinghao was still quite happy, but his mood soon took a turn for the worse.

"As soon as you entered the beaded curtain, the Song family rushed out and subdued you?" Fang Xiwen looked at his expression and felt a little nervous: "In the end, they said that you had an affair with the zither master and even raped him?"

"Yes, that's right. I was held down without doing anything, and they even framed me!"

Damn, this is some kind of ancient version of honey trap.

"Not only that, you also injured their guards, right? Otherwise, how could they catch you?"

"Who told them to beat me without any reason? I will definitely fight back..." Suddenly, Fang Tinghao reacted, "Third brother, you are not going to say that the zither master sister is in cahoots with them, right?"

"Isn't that nonsense? It's obvious that they set a trap for you." Fang Xiwen patted his butt and stood up. "Okay, I understand what happened. You stay here for the time being, I'll go find her and clarify things for you."

"Well, Third Brother, please don't hurt her. She must have been deceived."

"...I just went to ask, and it's still unclear whether they will see me or not."

"She will definitely not see you. I think the zither master sister must be fond of me. It's all because of those lackeys under Song Canxing."

"Ugh--"

After saying this, the seemingly omnipotent third brother looked helpless, turned around and left without saying anything more.

'He must be a little envious.'

Fang Tinghao sat back in the cell with a smug look on his face, grabbed some straw to cover himself, went to the corner and fell asleep.

~~

After saying hello to Xue Xinren, Fang Xiwen went to Qinglefang in the south of the city.

There are only four or five full-time musicians in this workshop, but their skills, singing voices, and looks are all top-notch. It is said that some of them are daughters of aristocratic families, and were sent here to pay for the mistakes made by their fathers and brothers.

Generally, they perform at various ceremonies, wedding banquets of dignitaries, birthdays, etc. The appearance fee for a performance is quite high, which is considered to be the top level among the folk.

"It seems that Song Qin has a wide circle of friends... She's not easy to deal with."

Thinking about it in his mind, Fang Xiwen came to the front of the square and told the maidservant at the gate, but she didn't even go in to tell him.

"My young lady is ill," the maid with a bun-like hairstyle said coldly, pointing at him with her chin, "No visitors."

"Can you give me a specific time? Is tomorrow okay?"

"I have no idea!"

"Then please go in and tell your master."

"They say the young lady is not feeling well!"

It can be said that he is truly top-notch, even his maids are so fierce.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen said sincerely: "My brother might be beaten to death. In order to investigate this matter, I just want to understand the situation. It's okay to talk through the curtain."

"Who would let someone like you in!" As if she could no longer bear it, the maid pointed her finger and said, "Your brother's life is precious, but we servants' lives are worthless anyway! If you want to go in, just beat us to death on the spot!"

"Yes, yes!"

Several people echoed the voice, and the maid with a bun on her head knelt on the ground, pinched the collar of her clothes with both hands and pulled it off, revealing the light pink undergarment underneath.

"Come on, either kill me--" Suddenly, her voice stopped.

At some point, Fang Xiwen had already moved eight steps away and looked at him coldly.

It was like a punch hitting nothingness. Seeing the maid kneeling on the ground and looking at him, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Who ordered you to use such a low-level method?"

"I, I don't know what you are talking about!" Holding the collar, the maid winked at the guards nearby, and several people rushed forward.

They didn't take action, but pushed him around like scoundrels, their expressions looking like they deserved a beating, "Come on, sir, we servants have only a few lives to live, why don't you kill us first?"