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The crown prince frowned slightly, took a step back silently, and said, "Xiao Jiuer, what's going on? Come here, where is the accompanying doctor?! You slaves, how can you serve your master!"

Sparsely knelt on the ground, Zhou Chong coughed, and said, "Brother Prince, I don't know, this Yunfeng Mountain is not suitable for me. For some reason, I developed rashes all over my body when I first came here. I was afraid of infecting others, so I didn't dare to go out of the tent." Welcome brother, don't blame brother."

The prince wiped the cold sweat off Zhou Chong's head with a handkerchief, and wiped it vigorously on the rash, causing Zhou Chong to clenched his silver teeth.

It wasn't painted, it was a rash.

The prince took back the handkerchief and said: "The elite soldiers have arrived, and we can wipe out the green forest village today. Since Xiao Jiu'er is not feeling well, please rest well and don't invite the wind outside."

Zhou Chong was supported by Yan Bo and saluted.

The prince turned around and left, within two steps, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Since Xiao Jiu'er is sick, why does he still smell of alcohol?"

Zhou Chong's complexion did not change, he coughed on the red rash all over his face and said: "Brother Prince, I don't know, my rash came on suddenly, and it was accompanied by high fever. It will be refreshing to wipe your body."

The prince frowned, nodded, looked at Uncle Yan and said, "The prince's body is precious, so don't try those unappealing things on the prince."

Yan Bo quickly knelt down and agreed.

The crown prince took his group of maids to accompany the junior officials and left. Zhou Chongcai coughed while holding the curtain, his whole face was flushed.

Fu Xiaoyu frowned, and Ma Cheng who was beside him immediately helped Zhou Chong into the tent.

People from the Fu family surrounded the tent, and the people inside didn't have any scruples about speaking.

Yan Bo rummaged through the box to find a box of pills and brought them back, saying, "My ancestor, how could you use your body to avoid disaster like this!"

Sizhu put away a plate of nuts on the table without leaving any crumbs, threw them into the spittoon, and covered it tightly with a small lid.

Zhou Chong couldn't breathe, his whole face was flushed, he coughed, and swallowed the elixir with shaking hands, and supported the table to slow down the effort.

Fu Xiaoyu tilted her head and glanced, and asked, "Is he okay with eating those nuts?"

Uncle Yan nodded, looked at Zhou Chong's face, his eyes were slightly red, and said, "Yes, I ate it by mistake once when I was a child, and almost died. You are really an ancestor, why bother to suffer this crime."

Half a moment later, Zhou Chongcai breathed normally, and collapsed on the table, his hair was wet with sweat.

Fu Xiaoyu looked around and asked, "Where's Wen Le?"

"Bunraku..."

Before he finished speaking, a panicked voice came from outside?

"Go away!"

"Look at Yunfeng Mountain!"

"It's on fire!"

Ma Cheng entered the tent, looked at Fu Xiaoyu and said, "Master, Yunfeng Mountain is on fire, and the flames are very strong. Master, master! Where are you going, master!"

Fu Xiaoyu pulled the guard's horse and rode towards Yunfeng Mountain. Ma Cheng chased him for several steps but failed to catch up. He watched Fu Xiaoyu's figure on the horse disappear into the crowd.

The smell of burnt wood was blowing down from the upwind, and the horse had already sensed the danger, so no matter how hard it beat it, it would not take a step forward.

Fu Xiaoyu got off the horse, wet her robe with water, covered her mouth and nose, and walked up the mountain.

The squirrels and bunnies who were hidden in the house on weekdays ran out together, as if they knew that this mountain would not last long.

Fu Xiaoyu walked quickly towards the mountain, the thick smoke in the air became more and more dense, making him unable to straighten up, and could only walk forward with his waist bowed.

His Bunraku may still be waiting for him.

Fu Xiaoyu clenched her teeth, thinking of many things behind her.

Che'er would marry someone if she wanted to marry, and recruit someone if she didn't want to marry. He held the power of Fu's Jinlin lineage in his hands, and gave Che'er the thumb, and she would learn how to do business.

Hehe and Shengxia will be sent to Zhenguo Mansion. Zilin is a good girl and will definitely take care of them.

Ma Cheng can let him do what he likes, and he can't suffer anyway.

Fu Xiaoyu was choked by the smoke and coughed continuously, holding onto the tree to try to relax for a while, the veins of the tree had become so hot that he suddenly withdrew his hand, the palm of which was red hot.

The smoke was lingering, and Fu Xiaoyu felt that her throat was scalded by the smoke, and the air she exhaled was hot.

The perception of the body has also become less sensitive, and he can't even grasp the robe that covers his mouth.

A familiar white dress flashed by, and Fu Xiaoyu smelled alcohol.

"What are you doing?!"

Bunraku's voice.

Fu Xiaoyu came back to her senses, pulled off the robe she was covering her mouth with, covered Wen Le's mouth, and said, "Cough—cover it, don't let the smoke choke on you."

Wen Le held his hand and said, "Why are you here? Do you want to die?!"

Fu Xiaoyu glared at him, covered Wen Le's face with her wet robe, and said, "Be good!"

Fu Xiaoyu's robe was on Wen Le's face, and his breathing was short of breath.

He could smell the ink on his robes.

Wen Le's eyes became hot, she lowered her head, grabbed Fu Xiaoyu's arm and stretched it around her shoulders, stepping on the wood that was about to shatter and flew to the side.

The breath in the air became hotter.

Fu Xiaoyu persistently covered Wen Le's face, her hands shaking violently, for fear that he would choke on the cigarette.

Wen Le held Fu Xiaoyu's hand tightly for a moment, and used the fastest lightness kung fu in his life to fly to the small creek in the lee of Yunfeng Mountain.

Fu Xiaoyu was so choked by the smoke that she scooped up some water with her hands, and the water that came out of her mouth was all brown.

Wen Le supported him and rinsed his mouth again, cleaning the ashes from his nose and mouth.

Fu Xiaoyu had never been so disheveled in her life, her headband fell off somewhere, and her black hair was loose.His clean white clothes were also stained black, and his boots, which were never stained with dust, were covered with mud.

The two fell silent with the sound of the stream.

"arts......"

"Let's get married."

Fu Xiaoyu tilted her head, as if she thought her ears were smoked by the smoke.

Wen Le grabbed his wrist and repeated: "We won't wait for you to get the crown, let's get married."

Fu Xiaoyu felt the heat from the opponent's hand, nodded after a while, and said, "Okay, let's get married."

Obviously already engaged, Wen Le felt his heart palpitating violently. After withdrawing his hand, his fingertips were still rubbing together, as if recalling the size and touch of the other party's wrist.

Fu Xiaoyu held back for a long time, then suddenly raised her hand to cover her face.

Wen Le looked at him and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Fu Xiaoyu shook her head, refusing to let Wen Le look at him, and said, "I'm so happy, my smile is a bit disgusting, I'm afraid it will scare you."

Bunraku: "..."

The two sat for about an hour before they realized that there was still a big mess waiting to be cleaned up.

Zhou Chong led people up the mountain, just in time to run into Wen Le and Fu Xiaoyu going down the mountain, Wen Le nodded towards Zhou Chong, and then said: "I am Wen Le, the grandson of Old General Wen of the Zhen Guo Mansion, and I was conspired against and captured by the Lulin Village. Killing their people and burning their villages is the price for humiliating the Zhen Guofu."

Fu Xiaoyu's hair was loose, but her aura remained undiminished. She shouted: "Ma Cheng, bring people up the mountain, and I will chop them up whether they live or die."

Ma Cheng cupped his hands and said, "Yes, master."

More than 40 pieces of the Fu family's trilogy went up the mountain quickly. When the prince came with Zhong Weiyi and others, he happened to see the corners of the clothes of the Fu family's trilogy flashing across the blackened forest.

The prince frowned and asked, "Xiao Jiuer..."

Zhou Chong turned his head to salute the prince with a face full of red rashes, and said, "Brother prince, Major General Wen Le was plotted against and taken away by bandits from the green forest. This is a disgrace to Zhen Guofu, and it is inconvenient for Xiao Jiuer to intervene."

The prince always felt that something was not right, looking at the Zhen Guo Mansion, which he was afraid of even today, he couldn't make any more suggestions, so he gave Zhong Wei a wink.

Zhong Wei immediately sent more people and said, "Come here, why are you standing there, go and help."

Hundreds of people rushed up, and the smell of burnt wood wafted in the air.

Wen Le and Fu Xiaoyu stood together, looking at the blisters on his palms, frowning tightly.

Fu Xiaoyu said something in a low voice, which made Wen Le a little unhappy, but still raised his hand to pat the dust on the other party's robe.

Zhou Chong stepped forward silently, blocking the prince's probing eyes.He whispered, "Are you all right?"

Wen Le nodded, and said to Fu Xiaoyu, "Go home?"

Fu Xiaoyu smiled and said nothing, his unconcealable joy made Zhou Chong feel uncomfortable all over his body, just like ants crawling over, and goosebumps arose.

The Zhenguo Mansion sent someone to pick him up, but the crown prince didn't dare to hold him down, so he grabbed Zhou Chong, who was full of rashes, and questioned him. Zhou Chong coughed and leaned against Uncle Yan, spitting stars everywhere, which made the crown prince frown and unhappy. I endured listening to him tell the heroic story of how Wen Le escaped from the gangster's lair and even burned down the village.

In the carriage, Wen Le sat on the ottoman, took a small needle to pick out the blisters that had arisen, applied anti-inflammatory drugs, and wrapped them in breathable silk material.On weekdays, a carefree person holds a needle as carefully as if he is doing some fine manual work.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at the headband on his head, and after wrapping his hands, hugged him from behind, buried his head on his shoulder and rubbed against him.

Wen Le stiffened immediately, and said, "Did it hurt you?"

The head resting on his shoulder shook, and it took a long time before he raised his head.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at Wen Le and said, "I'll give you the whole Fu family as a dowry, okay?"

Wen Le looked at him like a fool, and asked, "Have you asked the master of the Fu family how he feels?"

Fu Xiaoyu handed him the jade wrench on his finger. Wenle still hasn't grown up yet. There are many calluses on his finger, but it's too thin, and the wrench won't fit. I should have known it would not be made in my size."

Wen Le played with the jade wrench and asked, "Can you control the Fu family's property with this?"

"It was originally intended to be left to Che'er, and Che'er may not be willing to take over this mess, so he might as well promise you as a wedding gift."

The whole body of the wrench finger is white, and the hand is warm and moist, like holding water.

Wen Le thought for a while and asked, "Then what should I hire?"

Fu Xiaoyu touched the armband he was still wearing, and whispered to him, "Take the key to the treasury of the Zhenguo Mansion in exchange? You will have to pay the monthly payment from me in the future, so that you don't have to raise some beautiful girls outside."

Knowing that Wen Le was taken away by the gangsters, Zi Lin turned pale with fright, leaning on the wall and almost falling, finally regaining her senses, the first thing she did was to close the Zhen Guo Mansion, saying that the old lady retreated to pay homage to the Buddha without seeing any outsiders.

The old lady didn't take it seriously, she knew her grandson's abilities, so she had the right to be quiet for a while, kneeling on the futon and praying for blessings.

Sure enough, within a short while there was news that Wen Le, the Major General of the Zhen Guo Mansion, had burned the old village of Lulin to the ground, leaving no bones behind.

There was a lot of noise outside, the old lady opened her eyes, put the prayer beads around her wrist, and asked, "Who is making the noise?"

Zilin patted the ashes on the corner of the old lady's clothes, listened carefully, and said, "Looks like a housekeeper."

As soon as the door opened, the old steward of the Zhen Guo Mansion knelt on the ground and howled, "Old lady! It can be said that the slave has no credit for the Zhen Guo Mansion and has worked hard. He has worked diligently for more than 30 years. At the end of the day, let's kill the donkey!"

The old lady frowned and listened carefully to the source. It turned out that the first thing that boy Wenle did after he came back was to go to the housekeeper to get the key to the warehouse. The land is out of the house.

Zilin listened to Sizhu's nagging, and suppressed a smile to gossip with the old lady.

The old lady raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey - this kid from the Fu family should also be an official, and he can do business at a loss."

Zi Lin answered the words with a smile, and said, "I'm still willing."

The housekeeper didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing, so he cried so hard that he felt sorry for his warehouse key.

The author says:

Housekeeper: Whom, who did I provoke?