Ning Nanyou lowered his eyes, stood for a while, then stepped out of Cao's house and went to the wing where Ji Xianzhi lived. At that time, Biyun had already taken Xiao Jique to wash up and was about to take her to her husband's place to study, but she saw the little master standing outside their yard, waiting for someone.

Biyun knew that he was here to find Ji Xianzhi, so she called into the house, "Boyuan! The lord is here."

A quick response came from the room, and saw Ji Xianzhi stacking a stack of quilts, pushing open the door, and putting it into the small tank placed in front of the door, "How come the lord is so early?"

"Lord, Princess, Que'er thought she wouldn't see you today!" When the little boy saw Ning Nanyou, he turned his head happily and said with a smile.

Biyun frowned and said sternly, "Nothing is getting bigger and smaller."

The little boy's neck shrank, hid in Biyun's arms, and whispered, "Mom is so cruel to me every time, it's really terrible."

"I'm afraid I'll hide in your mother's arms?" Ji Xianzhi walked down the steps with a smile, rubbed Ji Que's furry little head, and said with pampering.

Then, he turned around and bowed to Ning Nanyou, "Qi'er is used to playing, but it's a slave who has not disciplined him well. I hope the lord will forgive him."

Ning Nanyou didn't care and waved his hand. His face, which had been cold in the past, was raised slightly today for some reason, as if he was in a good mood.

Ji Xianzhi was surprised first, and then quickly calmed down his surprise and became accustomed to it. Since the Jiang girl married into the Housing Mansion, the lord was no longer the same as before, and she would smile for a long time and no longer be gloomy every day. He was really happy for him, but sometimes he would worry. If this Jiang girl was not a good person, if her brother did anything to hurt her lord in the future, then the lord...

"Uncle Ji, I couldn't go to Cheng Prefect's Mansion yesterday. Today, Zhao Fu was waiting in Dongyun Lane to go with me. It was almost time for the appointment, so we need to hurry up." Ning Nanyou looked up at the sky, his face became serious, and said to Ji Xianzhi.

Ji Xianzhi nodded and patted the dust on his body. At this time, Biyun brought him a robe, tied it for him, and gave a gentle instructor, "Be careful, protect your lord, and protect yourself."

Ji Xianzhi smiled at her tenderly and said, "I understand, madam,"

Aunt Biyun's face turned red, she patted his shoulder hard, and spat, "Go to yours." After the words came, she turned around and took Ji Que away from the courtyard.

Ning Nanyou looked at the two of them a little envious. When Ji Xianzhi took off the robes and walked out of the hospital, he restrained his eyes and returned to his usual serious appearance.

Ji Xianzhi followed behind and asked with concern, "My lord came here early, and I have never ordered anyone to cook, and my lord has not eaten breakfast, so how can I feel that my spleen and stomach are not feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's not a big deal. I guess Zhao Fu came out of his home before dawn and waited in the streets. I'll go out to the street with him to eat a bowl of pasta." Ning Nanyou answered casually.

Ji Xianzhi frowned slightly, knowing that Ning Nanyou wanted to use Zhao Fu for his own use, but he was still worried about something wrong with it, so he reminded him, "Lord, don't relax your vigilance, then Zhao Fu may be inappropriate. Yesterday, the head of Wuling Jingshou, Qiancheng, rescued Zhao Fu's wife and children, without any effort. He could rescue him so easily. I guess there was something strange about it."

Ning Nanyou's eyes were fixed and said, "I know, but Zhao Fu probably didn't know about this. If his wife hadn't found him from the crowd yesterday, he would have been afraid that he wouldn't stop. Looking at his anxiousness, it didn't seem to be pretending. Besides, if I had not ordered the supervisor, his wife, children, and young people would not be rescued unless someone deliberately did this and asked me to find out the truth."

"A deliberate act?" Ji Xianzhi said suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "Lord is saying that someone is using Zhao Fu and wants the lord to investigate Zuo Fengyi and Dou family?"

"It's not entirely true." Ning Nanyou said lightly. His steps accelerated and he headed towards the outsider of the inn.

In Dongyun Lane, Zhao Fu was indeed waiting there as Ning Nanyou said. When Ning Nanyou and Ji Xianzhi came, he immediately bent down and saluted respectfully, "Greetings to the Marquis of Huaiyin."

Ning Nanyou sat on the high horse, looked at him condescendingly, and smiled, "Brother Zhao doesn't have to be too polite."

Zhao Fu didn't say much, stepped on the horse mat, turned over, and tied the reins, "Please ask first."

Ning Nanyou nodded and praised his kindness, turned his horse's head, and ran to the small road with Zhao Fu toward the prefect's mansion.

"Brother Zhao must have been waiting for a long time. Is it better to go to the alley with me to use a bowl of pasta?" Ning Nanyou faced the path, faced the wind, and asked Zhao Fu slightly.

"Who is willing to go out to eat noodles?" Zhao Fu was a little surprised, turned his head and looked at Ning Nanyou, then continued to hold the reins, and rushed forward in the direction.

"Brother Zhao said, Ning couldn't quite understand what he said." Ning Nanyou curled his lips and said, "Can you not eat food in the folk alleys? Ning knew Brother Zhao's intention, but questioned how I was a royal family member who was willing to give in to you breakfast. Ning invited guests without judging his identity. If he had similar interests, he was a person who could be friends with, or if his interests were in harmony, he would not take into account other things. He could just communicate. Why should he think so much in life?"

Zhao Fu choked and looked ashamed. He knew that Ning Nanyou could see through his thoughts at a glance. He knew that he was testing whether Ning Nanyou was using him.

Ning Nanyou was also very happy and said that he and the two of them gathered together because of their respective interests. The reason why Ning Nanyou was willing to condescend to be with him was that he felt that he was a friend during this period of time.

Ning Nanyou believed in him, and believed in him without any misconduct. He believed what he said, and at the same time he also warned him not to lie to him, otherwise what would happen would be? No one could predict.

Zhao Fu thought about the interests inside and no longer doubted anything. At least he was sure that the cruel and cunning Marquis of Huaiyin in the rumors was not entirely true, but also a gentleman.

The same sentence is still the case, and the rumors stop at the wise.

If he continues to suspicion, he will be stupid and seek death.

Ning Nanyou actually didn't blame Zhao Fu for being full of doubts. Indeed, the words of the imperial and nobles were not trustworthy.

"Since you are inviting me with kind invitation, how can Zhao refuse?" Zhao Fu responded, raised his whip and hit the horse, and smiled slightly.

The two of them had a meal together, which was considered to have officially reached an alliance.

At the moment, the gate of the prefect's mansion was just open. Outside the gate, two vicious soldiers stood, holding swords in their hands to guard the door of the mansion.

Ning Nanyou rolled off his horse, glanced at the empty government office, held his clothes and walked straight up the stone steps paved with white marble. He picked up the drumsticks placed on the drum stand in front of the mansion, and beat the drum face hard, with a serious expression. Ji Xianzhi and Zhao Fu stood behind him, and his face was also serious.

"Bold! Who beats the drum?" The government office screamed, and came out from inside, raised his head and raised his chest and looked out at the door. He looked outside with a majestic young man standing outside with a white jade crown, and was squinting his anger. The newspaper office saw the man's face clearly and immediately remembered the scene where the prefect came to greet the man in person a few days ago. So he was so scared that his legs trembled, and his face was pale, and he knelt down, shouting, "Hao Huaiyin! I pay homage to the Marquis of Huaiyin!"

Ning Nanyou ignored this person and continued to beat the drum, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

"How can you beat this unjust drum? But what's the matter? If you have any questions, just tell me your parents..." The little yamen in the newspaper hall knelt on the ground for half a day. Seeing that Ning Nanyou was still beating the drum, he did not want to stop, so he hurriedly put on his smile and asked.

"What? Do you adults need me to go and find me in person?" Ning Nanyou continued to beat the drum, staring at him like ice falling, and his tone gradually became unkind.

Before the newspaper office could say anything, an angry roar came from the government office, "Who is so arrogant and making noise outside? Chen Er, you don't want to kill him, let him beat him? The prefect is criticizing the official documents at this moment. If you disturb him, your scolding will be inevitable!"

Zhao Fu could hear it, and the roar was heard by Zhang Heng, the most trusted master around Sun Chi.

I saw a middle-aged man with a black beard piled on his chin. He was shaking his fat body and stepped out of the threshold to look at the drum outside the mansion. Zhang Heng saw the first thing he saw was Zhao Fu, who was holding a sharp sword and full of anger. So he became annoyed and stopped looking at who was standing next to him. He said to Zhao Fu in a very angry mood, "Zhao Fu? Why are you here to beat the drum in anger early in the morning? I'm not going to die?"

"Master Zhang misunderstood Zhao, but it's not the one who beats the drum and makes trouble." Zhao Fu put his arms around, his eyes sarcastically, and his eyes glanced, leading Zhang Heng's gaze to Ning Nanyou.

Zhang Heng was stunned, thinking about who gave Zhao Fu such courage. When he looked at the corner, he saw the Marquis of Huaiyin wearing a mysterious brocade robe, standing in front of the mansion with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at him with frosty. The coldness almost freezes him instantly.

"June? You..." Zhang Heng called out subconsciously, his eyes widened, and then he thought of his words just now, and immediately felt a little chilling from behind. He knelt down and bowed a lot, "The lower official has met the Marquis of Huaiyin."

"In addition to the yamen of the newspaper office, you, there is a third person, who came to Sun Chi to ask who the person who was the one who beat the drum and complained about the injustice?" Ji Xianzhi went forward and said unceremoniously to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng's heart trembled, and he kowtowed twice to the ground, and smiled awkwardly and politely, "Your Majesty is forgiven, but the lower officials are ignorant. Now the lower officials will report to the prefect."

As he said that, Zhang Heng was about to get up and retreat, but heard Ji Xianzhi shouting coldly, "Kneel down, who will allow you to get up?"

Zhang Heng was immediately scared to lie on the ground, and he did not dare to move at will, "Please forgive me!"

"You come and knock on me. I want to take a look at how old the county prefect of Wuling is? Yesterday, the official government visited the government office and the private government refused to see him. Today, the drum of injustice sounded for a long time, but no one was seen. I think the people of Wuling must be living in the heat of water. People in the mansion are not allowed to report that the waiter outside the door is this. Let me see when he will be promoted to the hall for interrogation?" Ning Nanyou slowly walked to the door, pointed to the yamen who was reporting to the hall and gave a soft message. The cold tone was obviously at its peak.
Chapter completed!