After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

This is a contradictory gesture.

Xue Fuguang's mood could not be described as unhappy.

Regardless of whether Mu Jianshu's current actions are beneficial to him or not, Xue Fuguang will be extremely happy as long as he sees him beating the crown prince.

The prince glanced at Mu Jianshu, and answered Xue Fuguang's question: "Xiu Jin is in the palace, so it's not easy to bring him out to see you. Speaking of which, you haven't seen each other for a while, and Xiu Jin misses you. Since Fu Guang is fine, , why don't you go to the palace to accompany Xiu Jin tomorrow?"

Xue Fuguang raised his face and smiled: "Thinking of me, I'm willing to leave and follow the prince... But I picked him up from the side of the road back then, after all, I wronged him by my side, not by His Highness's side. Then tomorrow, it happens to be tomorrow I want to go to Taixue, how about the prince take him to Taixue to meet me?"

The prince squinted at him, and couldn't see what Xue Fuguang was thinking for a while.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Okay. But Fuguang, you are not used to reading, how did you agree to go to Taixue?"

Xue Fuguang held his cheeks, and said in a manly voice: "Of course it is for Xiujin, he wants to see me, how can I make him not wish?"

"Then, Xiu Jin, the ancestor of this palace, thanked Fu Guang."

After a lot of hypocrisy, the prince was finally willing to leave.

Shao Jing was suffocated, and said angrily: "The prince is really open! Xiu Jin is just a little beggar picked up from the outside by your kindness. The palace treats his illness and gives him an errand to feed him. , now that he climbed up to the crown prince, he dared to ask you to enter the palace to accompany him! Such an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, if you want this servant to say, you shouldn't have rescued him back in the first place!"

Xue Fuguang didn't respond to his words, but propped his chin in a daze for a while, then laughed out loud: "Funny."

Shao Jing was puzzled, Mu Jianshu lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Why did the prince agree to the crown prince?"

Xue Fuguang turned his head, looked at Mu Jianshu, looked up and down, and raised the end of his eyes lightly: "He is the prince, what is the difference between not agreeing and resisting the decree? But you, you are so courageous. Not afraid at all... Are you really a secret guard raised by the palace?"

Mu Jianshu: "Yes."

Xue Fuguang thinks he is very interesting, especially when he thinks of the damage he can cause to the prince, he especially likes him: "Follow me well. Shao Jing, bring the Zihen ointment."

He handed the wound medicine in the sandalwood box to Mu Jianshu with his own hands: "Use it, the new wound will not leave a scar, and the scar of the old wound will fade a lot." At the end, he added, "Ask me for it after you use it up."

Mu Jianshu's gaze suddenly lifted up, first it fell on Xue Fuguang's face, and then it was so hot that it drooped down, staring at the hand that offered the sandalwood box, he stretched out his hand to take it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, my lord."

Mu Jianshu was sent back to rest by Xue Fuguang.

Shao Jing said in a low voice: "Why is this man like a fool? The prince gave him such a good medicine, and he only knows how to say thank you dryly."

Xue Fuguang remained silent.

In any case, Mu Jianshu must be won over and become his own.

The power of the plot is incalculable, and as one of the protagonists, the prince is the one who is favored by the plot besides Xiu Jin.Xue Fuguang wants him to die, but his family is still there, so he can't take risks.

Mu Jianshu, the villain in the novel, is the only one who can counter the plot's preference for the prince.

Presumably, one day in the future, he is the sharp blade most likely to give the prince a fatal blow.

Xue Fuguang wanted to hold such a sharp knife in his hand.

Early in the morning, the princes and the clan's sons who entered the palace to study successively came to the Taixue, and the sound of reading aloud came from inside.

The youngest prince was just ten years old, shaking his head while reading.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and stared at the door, unable to move away, full of shock.

The elder brother next to him noticed his strangeness, and said with a light smile, "What is Little Twelve looking at? If you don't study hard, be careful that the master will teach you later."

After finishing the words, he followed Xiao Twelve's eyes and looked towards the door.

Also stunned.

A young man walked in at the door, wearing a crimson brocade suit all over his body.The deep crimson red was so red that it was almost black, but wearing him made it look like his skin was like snow.

Twelve murmured: "Brother Liuhuang... is this a fairy?"

The sixth prince was stunned for a while, then said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, this is the son of Prince Gong."

The twelve princes wrinkled their noses slightly: "Prince Gong's son is not a bully..."

The sixth prince: "Hush!"

Seeing Xue Fuguang at the door, the tails of his long eyes were slightly raised, his eyes tilted to look like them, as if he heard their whispers, he smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

Shao Jing entered the palace together with Xue Fuguang, and walked in with a bundle: "My lord, there is a long table at the back, let's go there."

Xue Fuguang said: "Isn't there still room in the front row?"

Shao Jing didn't understand, so he saw his master walking towards the two princes: "I have seen the sixth prince and the twelve princes, I would like to ask, can I sit here?"

Before the sixth prince could answer, the twelfth prince happily said: "There is no one else here, so it's okay!" After speaking, he dragged his book and inkstone to one side to give Xue Fuguang more space.

Xue Fuguang smiled even wider: "Thank you, Your Highness."

The sixth prince: "..."

He always felt that Prince Gong's son was not easy to get along with, but Xiao Shier had already agreed, so he had no choice but to acquiesce.

Shao Jing laid out Xue Fuguang's pen and paper, and began to grind ink for him, muttering to himself, how could His Royal Highness come into contact with the Twelfth Prince and the Sixth Prince.

Everyone knows that the sixth prince is not compatible with the crown prince.The crown prince was supposed to be against the master, so wouldn't it be more against the master now?

The sound of reading in the room was quite sparse, Xue Fuguang's arrival attracted a lot of attention, and the study room was full of whispers.

"It's Xue Fuguang, that incarnate demon king. If he doesn't go to Fireworks and Willow Lane to have fun, what is he doing in Taixue?"

"You don't know? Xue Fuguang was having fun in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion two days ago, and was drugged. It was a coincidence that he was murdered just after he was brought back by the secret guards of the mansion that night. Heh, look at him, Maybe I woke up the next day and heard about it, and I was too scared."

"Shh, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also there that night, so keep your voice down."

"When I come up, I will show my friendship to the sixth prince first, but I will think about it, and I am not afraid of His Royal Highness..."

Their voices were kept quiet, but when there were too many whispers, the room became very noisy, and they could always hear a few words in between.

The sixth prince couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and found that his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear anything, he was drawing on the paper with a pen.

The sixth prince glanced over inadvertently, and suddenly saw sharp and steep cliffs drawn with a few strokes on the white paper. A goshawk swooped down from the sky, and gradually developed a charm in his hand, as if it could break through the paper fly out.

Little Twelve whispered: "Wow!"

The Sixth Prince: "...good painting!"

Xue Fuguang put down his pen: "Clumsy skills, the twelve princes like it very much? Why don't you give it to His Highness."

Little Twelve was overjoyed, stretched out his chubby little hand to get the drawing paper, carefully put it aside and pressed it down with the paper, waited for the ink to dry, and told his valet: "When the painting is dry, put it away!" He turned his head again He happily said to Xue Fuguang, "Thank you, son!"

The sixth prince was a little helpless.

At this time, the prince suddenly entered the door.

The prince's age and knowledge did not need to come to the Tai Xue, so everyone in the study room was very surprised.

And because of the events of the previous two days, although the gaze that looked at the prince was cautious, it was inevitable that there were some other meanings hidden in it.

Xue Fuguang raised his eyes, his eyes paused for a moment on the crown prince, then moved slowly, and precisely stared at a thin young man dressed as a eunuch standing behind him.

The young man had fair skin and a timid expression. He hid behind the prince in fear. If he had been more timid, he might have grabbed the prince's clothes at this moment to gain a sense of security.

He had never seen a room full of nobles with Don Juan, and he avoided looking directly at them, until he suddenly caught a touch of red, and his round eyes immediately lit up with a gleam, and he whispered in surprise: "Fuguang!"

Xue Fuguang, who was silently looking at him, suddenly sneered slightly: "Ha."

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