The man didn't know a few words at all, so he didn't know what kind of prescription?

At this point, no matter how hard the man struggled, he still had to protect Qingluan.

"I was given this medicine by someone. The man told me at the time that the medicine was not fatal, and he could only make the man--" the man curled his head, "making the man unable to walk on the road anymore."

He hated Zhang Quanling so much that he wanted to kill the other party, but after getting the medicine, he changed his mind. A man who was inhumane would be more enjoyable than killing him.

But he didn't expect it to be poison.

"This Zhang Quanling is a beast, I won't regret it if I kill him." The man took the initiative.

"Sir, please don't kill Feilang. He is all for me. If you want to kill me, kill me." Qingluan cried with the rain.

"Qingluan, this matter has nothing to do with you, I did it alone." Without Zhang Quanling, even if he dies, he can rest assured. He hopes that Qingluan will meet someone who is good to her in the future, so that he will die with peace of mind.

"Who gave you the medicine?" The court was not where the two of them expressed their feelings. The man interrupted the crying of the two. He asked, "Is that person in this court?"

The man shook his head, "No, that person gave me medicine outside. He knew that I wanted to kill Zhang Quanling, so he came to me specifically."

Fang Zheng asked the man to take him down and according to his description, he drew the person who gave him medicine.

The rest of the people were forced into prison for a big mistake, and beat the board for a small mistake, and then threw it out.

Soon, only the brothel, the girls, and Mr. Zhang were kneeling in the hall.

Before Mr. Zhang could recover from the blow of losing his son, he kept muttering to avenge his son.

"I will find the murderer." Fang Zheng said to Mr. Zhang, "You must know many people in Liangzhou. When the portrait is released, you can also look for the murderer according to the portrait. But I need to remind you that the murderer will not be spared, and you cannot do anything private."

There are only so many guards in Liangzhou City. Apart from the daily street patrol and the government office, there are not many left. Just relying on guards, finding people is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack.

Dogs have dogs and cats have cats and cats, and it is also a grudge for killing children. Mr. Zhang will definitely spare no effort to investigate the murderer.

As for why that man wanted to kill Mr. Zhang, he would naturally know after he caught the murderer.

"Sir, I'm the one who is Hong Yixuan's people are left.

"From now on, Hong Yixuan will close the door and thank the guests. When the matter is revealed, I will make a decision." Before the brothel could finish his words, Fang Zheng had already made a decision.

The brothel was dizzy again, and the girls were also thinking differently.

Fang Zheng waved his hand, and Wang Zhao and Yang Bingdong drove the person out directly.

When he left the door, the brothel beat his chest and stamped his feet, cried and robbed the earth, wishing he could hit him to death at the government office.

The guard guarding the door placed his knife in front of his chest and looked at her coldly. The bustard suddenly lost his temper and left in shame.

"Mom, if we can get in touch with Lord Fang, this matter will be much simpler." Hongxiu, who had been following the bustler, spoke.

"If you can get along with me, do you have to say?" The brothel covered her chest, feeling very distressed. She would make less money after being closed for a day. Lord Fang didn't give a deadline. If he found another excuse in the future, wouldn't her efforts over the years be burned?

"If there is one more sister from Hong Yixuan in Lord Fang's backyard, this will be much easier. After all, pillow style has been useful since ancient times." Hong Xiu said again.

The brothel suddenly stopped and she looked at Hongxiu suspiciously, "Hongxiu, don't forget about Mei Qing."

"I'm not that stupid woman." Hongxiu said coldly.

The stupid woman valued Fang Zheng's skin, and she only wanted several degrees of spring breeze. She was different. Although Fang Zheng's appearance was rare, she valued more about the ability of this Lord Fang.

From his calmness in Hong Yixuan to his decisiveness in the court, such a difficult thing tonight could be easily solved by him. In Hongxiu's opinion, Lord Fang is much more capable than that Lord Dou.

Such a person is by no means an object in the pool, and it is inevitable that he will soar into the sky.

Hongxiu asked for more than just the small area in the backyard of Fang's family. Her goal was even bigger, and only Fang Zheng could help her achieve it.

Hongxiu naturally won't mention these words to the Bumblebee.

"I said, girl, you're too whimsical." The clan is a personal genius. Even if Hongxiu doesn't mention it, she knows Hongxiu's thoughts. The clan sneered: "Master Fang is not a person who judges people by appearance. Besides, I heard that Mrs. Fang is also a rare beauty. You may not be as beautiful as Mrs. Fang. Besides, you have been ridden by thousands of people in your body. How can Mrs. Fang like you?"

Hongxiu's face was stiff. You should know that there would be a person like Fang Zheng in Liangzhou, so how could she play those tricks between men and women early?

Seeing this, the brothel sneered, "Listen to your mother, you should stay in the building honestly. When one day you meet someone who is rich and powerful and devoted to you, your mother will definitely let you go."

...

At this moment, Fang Zheng did not come back in the Fang family courtyard. Feng Qing was sleeping soundly and kept waking up. Seeing that it was getting dark, she simply got up, lit up the oil lamp a little, sat at the desk, imitating Fang Zheng's usual practice, and focused on practicing calligraphy.

According to Fang Zheng, practicing calligraphy can calm people's hearts.

Before she knew it, Feng Qing wrote for half an hour, and she suddenly sneezes twice.

After rubbing his nose, Feng Qing looked at the sky with faint light outside, put down his pen, moved his wrists, and turned around and added a piece of clothing.

Then she went out and went to the kitchen.

Fang Zheng said yesterday that there was nothing big about it before leaving, and he didn't go back last night. I guess he would come back this morning. She planned to make some delicious food for Fang Zheng.

In the main room, Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin were not awake yet, and Feng Qingling moved lightly.

Even with enough slightness, Fang Jiang still appeared at the kitchen door shortly after a while.

"Mom, did I wake you up?"

Fang Jiang shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you. I was awake. I felt that I was too young. I was planning to get up to cook."

"Sanlang's wife, do you want to make some food for Saburo?"

"Well, my husband must have been busy all night, and I'm afraid he'll come back soon. I'll make it early and let him eat some hot food when he comes back." Feng Qing nodded, "I'll make seafood porridge for my husband."

There happened to be shrimps at home, and there was no ice cellar here, so I couldn't keep them for long. Feng Qing put the processed shrimps outside last night and frozen this morning, so he happened to cook porridge.

After the shrimps were frozen, they were put into the ingredients to marinate. Feng Qing cut ginger, chopped green onions, a few slices of mushrooms, and a small handful of vegetables. Then, heat the pan, put the washed rice mixed with oil into the pot, add water, wait for the water to boil for another two quarters of an hour, and then put the shrimps and mushrooms in it.

In order to prevent the vegetables from changing color and smelling after being cooked for a long time, Feng Qing planned to wait for Fang Zheng to come back and add vegetables and a little salt before the porridge is served.
Chapter completed!