Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 405
Even the uninhabited yard is cleaned every day.

Putting the incense on the censer, Jun Ziwu looked at the grass quietly.He sat in front of the bed and compared them with his fingers.The black bead is only one finger long, and the light ball is only one finger long.

After Fu Chen ate the black beads, it was still as big as a palm, no different from grass.

The gentleman fell into deep thought.

After half a cup of tea, the gentleman got up and went out, and saw the butler at the gate of the courtyard.

The gentleman looked at the housekeeper.The eyes are faint.

The housekeeper knelt down, "I am guilty."

"There is a courtyard in the southwestern suburbs, you can go there to take care of yourselves. Before you leave, find a few capable maidservants." The gentleman has no instructions.

"Yes."

The gentleman does not leave.

In the garden, the scenery of mountains and rocks changes, but the emerald green remains unchanged.

Junzi Wu stepped into his yard and returned to his familiar desk.

The sky is bright, and the tree shadows gradually merge with the sky from west to east.

Fu Chen woke up and found on a bed.

There are two lanterns in the front room to illuminate the road, and the light coming through can see the scene on the bed.

The quilt is exquisite and grand, the light green quilt is embroidered with dark green branches and decorated with one or two red flowers.

Patterns have a natural feel.

"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Fuchen shouted subconsciously, getting up to jump.

After only two jumps, he fell on the quilt.

Turning her head and looking back, her roots were tied with a rope, which was the rope of her black bead, and beyond that was her black bead and a long sword.

"Wow!" Fuchen was frightened, and slept with such a long sword beside him, wouldn't he be decapitated as soon as he turned over?
"Awake?" Jun Zi Wu came in, saw Fu Chen staring at the sword, and said with a smile, "How? It matches you well."

Fuchen was not happy, walked to the sword, picked up the sword, turned around and stabbed!
"Ah! A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!" Fu Chen swung his sword at A Wu.

Junzi dodges without a smile, he senses that Fuchen's moves seem to have a trick, and intends to test Fuchen's force.Staring at the floating dust, the steps under his feet are very rhythmic.

After a quarter of an hour, Fu Chen didn't show any signs of fatigue while holding a big sword, and his moves were tangible, not like random stabs.

Gentleman Wu had an idea in his heart, reached out his hand to stop the sword, and coaxed, "Okay. This sword is for you. It is said that it is a spiritual sword that can fly. Try it. If you get tired later, just hang it on it."

"..." Fuchen was happy to hear the front, but he threw the quilt back and beat people again.

"Don't be stingy. I lost a sword, and you got a sword, so I have to have a good time." Gentleman Wu smiled.

Fu Chen held the sword, thought for a moment, was successfully fooled, and was quickly diverted by the sword.

After staring at the sword for a few moments, he suddenly shouted, "Fly!"

The sword didn't move at all.

"Fly!" Fu Chen shouted again.

Still not moving.

The sword was on the bed like a piece of scrap iron.But this piece of scrap iron is more powerful and domineering than the grass "Floating Chen", it seems that Fuchen is the trash.

Fuchen looked at Junziwu resentfully, "Why are you flying?"

"Don't ask me, I don't cultivate immortals. Maybe it's the Taoist saying of using spirit to control the sword. Try closing your eyes and thinking about it flying." Junzi Wu said.

Try the floating dust and enter the state of meditation.

A cloud of mist evaporated from Xiaocao's body, the cloud stretched and wrapped around the sword, and the sword flew up, competing in moves in the room.

Fu Chen opened his eyes, and found that it was true, surprised, "A Wu, you are amazing!"

Jianfei went back and stopped beside Fuchen.

Fuchen laughed "haha" and jumped on it.The sword flew up and took her out to fly.

The gentleman smiled without a smile, stretched out his hand, a sword flew up and stopped in the air, and swiped his fingers, "Protect."

Fu Chen giggled and flew around the imperial city in the air for a long time, then flew back to the palace, and saw the butler waving to him.

At the post station, the monk sensed the power of the floating dust, noticed her behavior, and walked to the window to follow the happy figure in the air.

The ability of Fuchen was revealed little by little.

The monk looked at the floating dust with joy in his eyes.His eyes shifted slightly, fixed on the palace, the joy faded and turned into worry.

The floating dust flew back, when passing by the outer courtyard, suddenly heard a voice
"Hello, my lord." The butler bowed.

Fuchen lowered his head and greeted, "Okay, okay." Seeing the cloth bag next to the housekeeper, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes. I waited here on purpose, and wanted to say a few words to my lord." The butler was still a very kind and respectful old man.

Fuchen was unclear, so he sat on the sword and listened quietly.

The sword floated in the air, at the same height as the butler's chest.

The butler smiled and bowed, "My master is cold-tempered and has no time to relax on weekdays. He has relaxed a lot since your lord came."

"I like it?" Fuchen was puzzled.

"Hehe, yes. Besides being pleasing to the eye, the villain thinks, the adults are more at ease." The housekeeper smiled at Mimi, his eyes were full of light.

It can be seen that the housekeeper cares about the prince very much.

The butler slowly restrained his smile, and his face was gentle, "In a high position, the most fearful thing is that your mind will be biased, and your mind will be wrong."

"Once you have something you like, you will inevitably be partial. Some people will follow what they like, and some will take the opportunity to harm."

"My lord used to have a dog, but... hey. He saw the dog die with his own eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it."

Fuchen interrupted, "A dog's lifespan is short?"

The butler shook his head, his brows were slightly worried, "No. The dog was beaten to death by Yu Wang, the prince's own brother."

He began to recount the past in a leisurely manner, "At that time, the Royal Concubine's mother, Concubine Li, was at the time when she was favored. The prince's biological mother was framed by the family and also entered the cold palace."

"The emperor intends to suppress the prince, to prevent him from becoming a talent, and to prevent him from learning all the civil and military strategies."

"My lord raised it in the wild. I found a dog in the harem and kept him company all day long."

"After the dog's death, the prince became angry and studied in secret. After the death of the previous emperor, the current emperor ascended the throne. The emperor wanted to suppress the power of King Yi, so he supported the prince to study. The prince justifiably displayed his talents and was named the respected king."

"But since the dog's death, the prince seldom laughed, let alone talked to anyone."

The housekeeper's gaze was deep, and the distressed emotion could be easily felt from his eyes.He spoke very seriously, exhorting little by little, "My lord likes you very much."

"My lord's toughness makes the prince not have to worry about your death. My lord's straightforwardness won't let the prince suspect that you will harm the prince."

"So, the villain has a request."

Fuchen listened to the story and listened to the drama, without hesitation, "You say what you say, I will agree."

The butler smiled and said seriously, "My lord just needs to live." His eyes were fixed on the floating dust, and tenderness overflowed on his old face. "In the future, the prince will always want to sit in that position, and adults must not stop him."

"I know, I know." Fu Chen nodded, "He is evil (Jackie Chan)..." Suddenly remembering the monk's stop, he suppressed the remaining words.Instead, he said, "If he wants to become emperor, I will definitely bless him."

The butler smiled, "That's good." He bowed and saluted, watching Fu Chen leave.Picking up the burden on the ground, he walked alone on the long corridor of the outer courtyard.

Fu Chen flew to the window of Moyuan with his sword, and shouted, "A Wu, I'm back."

The gentleman pushed the window open, "Come in. Come and help me try the medicine."

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a pungent smell of medicine.

Fuchen stared at the messy mess, disgusted, "What is this?"

"I don't know, a Taoist priest gave it to me, saying that ordinary people use it to prolong life, and monsters use it to make flying immortals. I just bought it." Gentleman Wu Lie.

Fu Chen looked at Ah Wu as if he were a fool, and he was very serious, "Aren't you a prince? You will also be deceived by such a scam?"

"No. Daoist Master, I'm in the mansion. Don't I ask you to try the medicine? If it's true, I'll let him go, and if it's fake, I'll kill him." The gentleman answered without seriousness, and lied casually.

"How to try?" Fu Chen believed it.

The gentleman didn't get up, pushed open the side door, looked at the floating dust, "Here, take a medicinal bath."

Floating dust feels like a headache.

She wanted to retreat, but out of face, she insisted.

The gentleman walked towards Fuchen with big strides, and in the eyes of Fuchen's resistance, he directly grabbed the grass of Fuchen and put it in the potion in the big wooden barrel.

Beat the skull.Beat the skull.

Floating dust feels uncomfortable.Originally, the smell was not good, and my head was dizzy, but now soaked in the hot potion, I feel even more uncomfortable.

The two leaves kept beating against the water surface, wanting to swim away.

Seeing the grass struggling violently in the muddy potion, the gentleman took the grass out, took out a jug of wine and poured it on the grass, "Come, have a jug of wine before going to bed."

The wine hit the body and was completely absorbed.

Fuchen was forced to drink a jug of wine, threw it into the medicine and sank for a while, then floated up.No response.

A jug of spirits was poured down, but there was no response.

The gentleman smiled without a smile, and got up to prepare the medicinal materials.

In one day, Fuchen was arranged to have a bucket of medicine right after he woke up.Ah Wu took medicine while eating, and Ah Wu took medicine while reading, until his head became dizzy.

Fuchen still didn't have the brain to think, why did he open his eyes, Ah Wu was there.

When he woke up the next morning, Jun Ziwu had already put on his court clothes, pointed at the hot water next to him, "here."

Fuchen struggled to climb to the edge of the barrel, and fell into the potion when he heard it, "I understand now, you are using me to make medicine."

suffer.

Fuchen felt that all energy in his body was gone.She looked at Ah Wu unmoved, and went up to court with a blank expression after she was fully dressed.

Royal Palace.

After retiring from the court, the father-in-law walked up to the prince, "My lord, the emperor is here to invite you."

Junziwu groaned, the only reason to look for him at this time was because of the floating dust.

When walking, the gentleman has no careful calculations, he has the ability to overthrow, but now that disasters are frequent, it is not the time.

Not the best time.

The medicine of the floating dust... the gentleman has no choice but to forget.

Royal study.

The emperor asked, "The spirit grass is still in your mansion? Brother, do you know that the ministers are arguing a lot, and I can hardly suppress it."

The prince bowed, "Lingcao said that she wanted to stay until the [-]th Lantern Festival and leave. She likes to play, and I didn't urge you after thinking about it for a few days."

The emperor didn't expect Junziwu to be so cooperative.It's just a few more days, he doesn't need to be a villain.Pushing the boat smoothly, "Yes, the Lantern Festival. Lingcao, the little monster, loves to play, don't be in a hurry, you take good care of her during this time, I will say to the minister. Oh, there is also the Lantern Festival."

The emperor turned his head and said to his father-in-law, "Order, this year's Lantern Festival will be bigger, and the spirit grass must be fully entertained."

The prince walked back to the palace, looked at himself "respecting the palace", and suddenly thought of his dog.

Looking at the sky.

The light blue that belongs to the sky is only at the edge of the sky.The sky above is bright white.The beauty is only in the distance.

We have only known each other for five days.The time of parting will come.

(End of this chapter)