Fortunately, the hanging ghost was clearly a tethered spirit. After Fang Zhiyi walked away, it returned to the tree branch, its resentful gaze fixed on Fang Zhiyi.
Back at the He residence, the gatekeeper, seeing that it was Fang Zhiyi, hurriedly pushed open the small door: "Young Master Fang, you're finally back. It's so cold, you should wear more clothes."
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to speak, she turned her head and saw a child squatting in the corner by the door. However, his expression was very distorted. When he saw Fang Zhiyi looking over, he stared at her intently, his ashen face full of greed.
Fang Zhiyi understood the original owner's pain a little. Being bothered by these unreasonable things was really frustrating. You couldn't hit them, you couldn't scold them away, and just looking at them for a while made you feel uneasy.
"By the way, Young Master Fang, Xiao Cui was punished by Miss again. Wu Ma slapped her several times. Tsk, it hurts just watching it."
Fang Zhiyi turned her head away from the brat, frowning slightly: "Why?"
Xiao Cui was the maid who informed on him to Master He.
The doorman was unaware of this matter. In fact, besides Master He's steward, Xiao Cui, Fang Zhiyi was the only one who knew about it.
"Hey, Miss's in a bad mood, she said there's a villain around her, and then she said the villain is Xiao Cui, so..." The gatekeeper shook his head. In these days, servants' lives are cheap. If they get beaten, they get beaten. At least it's better in the He family. If it were another family, they would just beat them to death and throw them into a well.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and walked straight through the door.
However, instead of paying his respects to Old Master He as before, he went straight to He Yuling's courtyard.
When He Yuling saw Fang Zhiyi, her face immediately fell, and she turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stand on ceremony and immediately asked, "What? Missing your brother?"
These words pierced He Yuling's heart like a needle, and she turned her head sharply: "What did you say!"
Fang Zhiyi waved her hand with an air of experience and said, "Oh, there are no outsiders here, why are you pretending? I've been your age too, I know what I'm talking about."
He Yuling turned her head away again, her face full of displeasure.
“But I think you’re too lame.” Fang Zhiyi ignored her and muttered to herself, “When I was little, I had a cousin who secretly pledged her life to a down-on-his-luck scholar.”
He Yuling pricked up her ears. No matter the era, no woman could resist gossip.
"Her family was naturally against it and even locked her up. My cousin cried at home every day until she almost went blind."
He Yuling turned her head slightly and, unusually, looked Fang Zhiyi directly in the eye: "And then?"
Fang Zhiyi stroked her chin and pondered for a moment: "And then? Well, I was young then and felt sorry for my cousin, so I secretly went to see her, and she asked me to help her deliver a letter."
"Did you deliver it?"
"Of course I delivered it. I personally handed the letter to the scholar. When he saw the contents of the letter, he went crazy, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. He kept me here and wrote a reply for me to take back."
"Then what?"
"And then? I just went home."
"I thought something was up, huh." He Yuling looked disappointed.
"But later, I heard from my aunt that my cousin had run away."
"They ran away?"
"Yeah, isn't that amazing? She eloped with that scholar!"
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