When it was time to go to the office, Fang Yi straightened his clothes, carried a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, and came out of the duty room.
A familiar official asked: "Fang Sima, where are you going?"
Fang Yi smiled and said, "I made an appointment with some friends to enjoy the paintings."
The official nodded clearly: "I've been worrying about it every day for the past few months. It's time to relax."
Fang Yi agreed and said, "Then I'll leave first and see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Watching Fang Yi leave, the official sighed with his colleagues: "It's really not easy for Fang Sima. The Lord was seriously ill a few days ago. He spent all day and night, either in the Yamen or in front of the Lord's bed. His own son is nothing more than this."
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"Everyone repays his kindness. If it weren't for you, Fang Sima wouldn't be where he is today!"
"Too……"
After leaving the Yamen, Fang Yi neither took a car nor a sedan, and just walked slowly to Mingde Tower with his entourage.
This is the largest restaurant in Nanyuan, occupying half of the street. The owner behind it is very capable, the chef is invited from the capital, his skills are excellent, and the environment is elegant. There are lively singing and dancing, but also quiet.
It is a quiet and elegant room, and everyone from wealthy families to literati and students like to come here.
As soon as Fang Yi arrived, the waiter came up to him with a smile on his face: "Fang Sima, you haven't been here for a long time."
Fang Yi smiled slightly and said, "Your food is too expensive. One table costs half a month's salary. I don't dare to come here often."
The waiter was amused by him and said: "Fang Sima is joking, as long as you are willing, there is no need for you to pay for it yourself?"
Fang Yi didn't say anything, but his entourage showed displeasure: "How can you not pay for meals? Who do you think our young master is?"
The waiter knew that he had said the wrong thing and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart, Fang Sima."
Fang Yi waved his hand and asked him: "I made an appointment with Mr. Li to appreciate paintings. Just take me there."
"Yes, yes, yes." The waiter responded repeatedly, leading him through the lobby and into the backyard.
Fang Yi is also famous in Nanyuan. Someone in the hall saw him and said, "That's Fang Sima, right? Isn't he always diligent and thrifty? He is willing to come to Mingde Tower?"
Someone at the next table answered: "You don't know this. Fang Sima usually comes to Mingde Building to participate in cultural gatherings. It's easy to get along if a few people share it equally. And he can only come once a month, and it doesn't cost a lot."
That’s too much.”
"That's it. He's so upright, no wonder Mr. Xu likes him."
"yes……"
In front of Mingde Tower is a restaurant, but in the back is a garden with pavilions and pavilions arranged in an orderly manner.
The waiter led Fang Yi to a small building. There was a faint sound of people talking about poetry and lyrics, and then he stopped: "Fang Sima, we're here."
Fang Yi nodded and told his entourage: "Go and have tea. I'll call you when it's over."
"Yes, sir."
The entourage followed the waiter, and Fang Yi climbed up the stairs with his calligraphy and paintings in his arms.
The young man in Tsing Yi who was guarding the door called and opened the door to invite him in.
Fang Yi stepped into the room, where several scholars were sitting or standing, appraising a calligraphy and painting.
Seeing him coming in, they smiled politely and distantly. One of them cupped his hand and said, "Mr. Xue is upstairs."
Fang Yi bowed his head and thanked her, then went upstairs with the calligraphy and paintings in his arms.
They started laughing again downstairs.
They are separated by one floor, but the situation upstairs is completely different.
Light red curtains were stacked layer by layer and spread all the way to the window, revealing a imperial concubine's couch decorated with gold and jade.
There is a woman leaning on the couch, wearing a red shirt, with a delicate face, half of the skirt is raised, revealing a section of snow-white calf, full of charm.
Seeing Fang Yi, she blinked: "Fang Lang, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really hard to see you!"
There was no smile on Fang Yi's face. He put the calligraphy and painting on the table and said coldly: "I would like to see you. Do you dare to let me come?"
The woman giggled, stood up, walked over and hugged his arm: "Look what you said, isn't this just for you?"
Fang Yi didn't show any pity for her, so he stretched out his hand to push her away: "Don't use your hands or feet."
The woman almost fell down and couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Lang is so cruel. It turns out you are not like this."
Fang Yi was unmoved, sat down and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you something."
The woman lazily sat across from him and nodded with her hands: "I knew you wouldn't come if you had nothing to do. Tell me, what's the matter?"
"What's going on with the golden silkworm Gu? Why can it be spit out?"
The woman frowned: "Spit it out?"
"Don't you want to know why he suddenly got better? He spit out the golden silkworm Gu that night."
The woman thought thoughtfully: "Is there such a thing? I have never heard of it."
Fang Yi's expression was very bad: "I'm about to be killed by you. You said everything was perfect, but something like this happened. If you wake up, I'll be doomed!"
Seeing how anxious he was, the woman smiled and reassured him: "Don't worry, just solve the problem if it happens. It's not a big deal. First, let's talk about what happened when you vomited it up?"
Fang Yi then told the story of that night and the insect corpse he found on his clothes.
He said: "Fortunately, I took away the insect corpse in time, otherwise it would have been exposed by now."
The woman thought: "The person who gave me the golden silkworm Gu said that once this thing enters the body, it will not rest until death. One of the Gu and the host will die. You said that Xu Huan was already dying at that time. Are you wrong?
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"How could I be wrong?" Fang Yi was dissatisfied, "Didn't you tell me how to activate the Gu insects? I followed it. If I was wrong, then it was because your method was wrong."
"Then there is another possibility." The woman said, "Maybe Xu Huan drank something, and the poison happened to be suppressed by the medicine, and he was vomited out after death."
Fang Yi was too lazy to bother with this matter and asked her: "The Gu insect is dead. I see that it is getting better day by day. What do you think we should do now? He must not wake up. If he wakes up, I will be finished. I want to be finished, so don't you guys."
Think better of it!"
The woman said angrily: "Look at you, you say such things again. We are grasshoppers on the same rope now. Of course we are advancing and retreating together, and we will not ignore you no matter what."
Fang Yi's face improved a little: "Now that Doctor Huang is guarding him tightly, I have no chance to poison him again. I have to think of other ways as soon as possible."
"Okay, let me think about it..."
The sky darkened, and Fang Yi stayed for another hour before leaving.
As soon as he left, the cultural gathering downstairs also broke up. The woman straightened her clothes and walked out of the small building. Suddenly she frowned and asked: "Who?"
"Meow..." A cat seemed to be frightened and jumped out of the grass.
"It turns out to be a cat." The woman smiled, feeling that she was too nervous, and turned around to leave.
After a long time, a figure emerged from behind the rockery and disappeared quickly under the cover of the night.