Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "You are now in Shanshan to supervise the army in Tuntian, when will I allow you to say goodbye?" ”

"Minister...... said that in the future, ......" Fu Youde found that his feet were in the air, and even if the water was not deep, it would kill him.

"The things to come will be talked about in the future, the world is changing rapidly, and people will change and the earth will not grow feet! Youde, maybe you don't want to settle in Huaiyuan in the future. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to be smiling, his words were exquisite, and he knew that Fu Youde had nothing to say.

He likes to watch the helplessness of his courtiers eating coptis dumbly, which is the only pleasure he has in his life fighting wits and courage with them.

In a few days, the winter solstice will be reached, and the snowflakes will not have time to wait for the call of the season, and they will be wrapped in heavy makeup and appear on the stage.

They hate pure colors, so they are covered in dust, dirt, and dead leaves, and transform into ways that no one else can imagine, burrowing into places that don't belong to them, even if they are crushed to pieces.

Fu Youde deliberately avoided the ten incense next door and walked into the Tianxiang Building, because he didn't want the courtiers to see his embarrassed appearance.

Begging in a low voice did not buy him an insignificant piece of rural land, and he came out of the palace with a disgraced face, and he felt that he was not even as good as a beggar.

Why did Zhu Yuanzhang refuse to give him the land? He couldn't figure it out, didn't he even have the qualifications to get a piece of land with his great military achievements?

He sat down at the window and drank a pot of wine by himself.

Pedestrians outside the window hurried by, and under the abuse of snowflakes, it looked extremely difficult.

Fu Youde shook the snow off his body for them, and he remembered that before entering Tianxiang Building, he was sick and sympathetic to the pedestrians outside the window.

Today's wine is not as warm as it usually is. His heart was cold, his hands and feet were cold, and he called for another pot.

A familiar figure flashed by in front of the window, and he involuntarily grabbed his sword.

Jinyiwei! He knew him, and he was very familiar with the emperor's pro-army.

What is Jinyiwei doing? Did the emperor send Jinyi guards to spy on him?

Fu Youde propped up his head on the table with one hand, and his eyes did not leave the window for a moment.

Another person walked behind him, and he glanced out the window.

Fu Youde saw a familiar look, a look like a thief.

The look hated him more than any refusal, and he walked out of the door, sword in hand.

Jin Yiwei had not disappeared at the end of the road, and Fu Youde followed under the arms of Xuehua.

The brocade guards dodged and looked around, as if they were afraid that others would find out, and as if they were looking for something.

Fu Youde was even more sure that this person was sent by the emperor to spy on him.

He just left the palace with his front foot, and the brocade guard followed, not following him, but who was he following?

The most important thing is that Fu Youde thinks he knows Zhu Yuanzhang, and since Zhu Yuanzhang is suspicious of his request for land, it is impossible to let him go so easily.

Jin Yiwei turned around and left the city, and Fu Youde muttered: Maybe the emperor didn't give him Huai Yuantian and couldn't conclude that the emperor was suspicious of him.

That dragon soars through the clouds and fog is the secret of him and the Zhonghan Dao Chief, even the prefect who often visits Yuwang Palace doesn't know, how can Zhu Yuanzhang, who is far away in Yingtian, know?

His pace slowed.

In this moment's effort, Jinyiwei disappeared.

Fu Youde quickened his pace again.

Change is the best means of arousing curiosity, which in turn increases his suspicions.

The little tolerance he had for the emperor just now immediately disappeared without a trace.

The place where Jinyiwei disappeared was the entrance of a village, and the village was very quiet, except for the occasional rooster crowing and dog barking.

Fu Youde had never been to this village, didn't Jin Yiwei come to spy on him?

He was upset and irritable by his own hesitation, where is this still Fu Youde, who won seven battles and won seven battles, and was decisive and decisive? It's all a good thing done by Zhu Yuanzhang, and Jinyiwei stirred people's hearts.

Fu Youde sneaked into the village, and the doors of every house were closed. He groped his way around their facades and along dirt paths.

The door of a house was open, and he glanced inside.

A woman in a Mongolian robe dances in the courtyard.

How can there be Mongols here? His alert investigative instinct caused him to stop.

The woman's figure is graceful and graceful, and she looks even more charming under the twist.

Fu Youde hadn't seen her face yet.

Although the Mongolian woman was much worse than the Han woman in Fu Youde's rough aesthetics, he suddenly wanted to believe that this agile body must have a refined face.

As he waited for the woman to turn around, one of his feet couldn't help but step into the threshold.

The woman turned suddenly, not gracefully under the dance, but because she heard a strange noise.

Sure enough, it was a beautiful face, and a touch of sadness and a little pale not only did not reduce the color of her appearance, but added a bit of elegance.

The woman was stunned. That's not the reaction of seeing strangers. She knows Fu Youde!

Fu Youde was also stunned, he also remembered this face, it was very blurry, but it was indeed the same face.

The woman's body began to writhe again, her face twisting more than her body.

"Ahh With a scream, the woman turned and stumbled into the house.

Fu Youde withdrew the foot that had invaded his master's house.

It's not that he wants to run, it's just that the unknown makes him uneasy, and he has to end up damn unknown, which is a big taboo for a general.

Before Fu Youde could know himself or herself, the Mongolian woman had already rushed out of the house, with a sword in her hand, followed by a Han woman.

The Mongolian woman rushed to him hysterically, swung her sword and slashed indiscriminately, without any order, and at first glance she was a person who could not wield a sword.

Fu Youde took a small step backwards slightly, avoiding the onslaught of the Mongolian woman.

"Girl, don't, girl!" The Han women wanted to come forward and hug the Mongolian woman, but they were afraid of the sword in her hand, so they could only howl on the side.

"Bang dang!" The Mongolian woman slashed at the wall with a sword.

Under the push of the stone wall, the force returned to the Mongolian woman's hand, forcing her to let go of her hand. The sword fell to the ground.

The Han woman had sharp eyes and quick hands, and pounced on the Mongolian woman, hugging her from behind.

The slender body of the Mongolian woman curled up like a branch in the broad embrace of the Han woman.

A curious boy appeared by the door of the back room, a scene that had never been seen in his little world, and he didn't know what that meant.

"You! It's you! Something inferior to a beast! The Han woman stretched out an arm and put it on the Mongolian woman's shoulder like a firebolt, pointing directly at Fu Youde.

Fu Youde raised his eyebrows and glared angrily, pulled out his sword, and the sharp sword light slashed across the courtyard.

"What, you still want to kill people, Yingguo Gong?" The Han woman sneered, not taking Fu Youde in her eyes at all.

She turned her head and said to the little boy by the door, "Xiaobao, your father is going to kill your mother!" ”

"Daddy! Father! The little boy threw his arms and ran happily towards Fu Youde, not to stop the evil act of "Daddy Killing Mother", but because someone had told him that there would be many, many paper airplanes when "Daddy" was called.