Fu Youde settled down, more and more convinced that nothing would happen to him, and he didn't smell any blood from everything around him.

"Grandpa Guo, please!" The guard at the gate of the temple bowed his head and blushed.

Fu Youde discovers that the guard is his youngest son, Fu Rang.

Fu Rang is one of the pro-army, Fu Youde got this errand for his youngest son back then, because he wanted him to do things in front of the Son of Heaven, so that he could easily get the opportunity to be promoted, and at the same time, he could feel the wind and grass faster than anyone else.

I didn't expect Fu Rang to be angry, good wine, good woman, and still a low-level guard after ten years.

Fu Youde doesn't ask for anything else now, just asks him not to go wrong.

"Where's your knife?" Fu Youde gritted his teeth, and a light sound like a mosquito crawled out from between his teeth.

He didn't expect his son to be in charge of the security of the temple on such an important occasion, and there was no knife in the scabbard.

Fu Rang slowly raised his head, his eyes constantly moving from side to side.

He had just accepted the emperor's angry gaze, his mood had not yet calmed down, his rhetoric had not yet been sound, and he had not been able to think of a solution in a hurry.

Fortunately, the emperor did not open his mouth to hold him accountable, but how did his father pass this hurdle?

"Huh?" Fu Youde's violent eyes seemed to be about to hit Fu Rang's face.

"Humble ......" Fu Rang squeezed out two words with difficulty. Obviously, he just didn't want to make his father even angrier by not saying a word, but in fact he had no reasonable explanation for his actions at all.

Fu Youde held the hilt of the sword tightly, thinking more about it than blaming his son, but if he brought a knife.

The son's is not something that can go home and teach a lesson slowly, but in front of the public, especially in front of the emperor, as a father, he must solve the problem for his son first.

"Uncle Fu, go in, there's no wine to drink while standing at this door?"

Xiping Hou Muchun saw Fu Youde's father and son on the ladder, and said a relaxed joke to reconcile the atmosphere.

Fu Youde has a deep friendship with Mu Chun's father Mu Ying, and he often laments that the Fu family has no shortage of bloodlines that can fight well, so why can't they give birth to a son like Mu Chun.

As soon as he had the opportunity, he treated Mu Chun as his own son and taught him a few strokes to satisfy his wishes.

Hearing Mu Chun's voice, he quickly turned his head, his eyes didn't look anywhere, and stared directly at the saber on Mu Chun's waist.

He knew that Mu Chun liked to use knives, and his knives were the same size as Fu Rang's knives.

"Chun'er, hand in your weapons!" Fu Youde said as he untied the sword at his waist and put it in front of the hall.

Mu Chun untied his saber, and before he could go to the place where the weapon was placed, Fu Youde snatched his saber: "Borrow!" ”

He pulled out his knife and plunged it into Fu Rang's scabbard with lightning speed, and placed Mu Chun's scabbard next to his sword.

The whole process was very smooth and smooth, as if it had been arranged in advance.

Mu Chun's mouth opened wide.

"Let's go, what are you still doing? At this year's winter solstice banquet, your father is not here, and the emperor may pour all the wine he drank into your stomach! Hehehe! ”

Fu Youde's hand clamped Mu Chun's arm and dragged him into the hall, trying to make the scene disappear in front of his eyes as soon as possible.

After Zhu Yuanzhang thanked heaven and earth, ancestors, and courtiers for their gorgeous speeches, the banquet officially began.

Fu Youde and his colleagues pushed their glasses and changed their glasses, and quickly put aside many doubts and immersed themselves in the peaceful atmosphere created by the wine.

The stalking of Jinyiwei, the sudden appearance of the Mongolian woman, the suspicion of the emperor, the dereliction of duty of the son, all of these are as unreal as a dream.

And he sat firmly in the most noble hall and drank with the noblest people, and this is true.

The loud horn of the Mongolian horn suddenly sounded in the main hall, and Fu Youde suddenly woke up from the wine.

The low-turned, tactful horse-head fiddle brought out several pretty Mongolian girls.

Fu Youde and Mu Chun looked at each other and laughed.

For many years, the captured generals had become accustomed to being wary of everything Mongol.

Except for that night, except for the Mongolian woman, Fu Youde's laughter hid a little regret.

The Mongolian girl dances a toast dance.

Soon they were scattered in all directions, with wine in hand, twisting their waists, and walking up to the minister whom they fancied and offering a fine wine.

The young and handsome military general is a sought-after sweet and sweet in this situation, Fu Youde looked at Mu Chun with a smile, waiting for a good show.

Sure enough, a Mongolian girl walked in their direction.

Mu Chun took a glass of wine and drank it all, as if he wanted to have a prelude first.

The Mongolian girl was getting closer and closer to them, and Fu Youde's mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha......"

The wine bottle crossed Mu Chun and stopped in front of Fu Youde, and the clear and translucent wine reflected the big gulp that Fu Youde didn't have time to close.

His eyes moved from the three legs at the bottom of the bottle to the two thin pillars at the mouth of the cup, and continued to move upward, quickly gliding over the face of the Mongolian girl Meng Sha.

He stretched out his hands to meet the wine bottle, and did his best to force the unexpected and flattering ugliness into nothingness.

His hands trembled as he took the decanter.

He saw two cold rays of light, a cold light emanating from a pair of brown eyes.

It's the Mongolian woman in that courtyard! He would never mistake those eyes, whether it was in the dim light of the night, or hidden in a mess of hair.

Fu Youde put down the wine bottle and got up suddenly.

The Mongolian girl floated away.

"Ying Guogong, what are you doing here?" Zhu Yuanzhang roared, and the hall was silent.

The ice spread outside the hall, and everyone knew that Long Yan was furious.

"Is your Fu family going to turn the sky upside down?" Zhu Yuanzhang threw the chopsticks on the dragon case.

Fu Youde knew that he was rude, and he wanted to sit down and accompany him, but he was stunned by Zhu Yuanzhang's last sentence.

He was just rude for a while, how could he get involved with the Fu family and turn the world upside down? Could it be that Zhu Yuanzhang wants to charge him with such a big crime for his faux pas?

Mu Chun got up and hugged his fists and said: "The emperor is angry, Yingguo Gong drank a few more cups, it's just a momentary rudeness!" ”

"Faux pas? Fu asked the guards in front of the palace not to wear weapons, is this also a temporary faux pas? Fu Zhong is arrogant and late, is this also a temporary faux pas? Call your two sons, and I'll ask them for fear if they're a father and son! ”

Fu Youde slowly left his seat, he understood, everything understood.

That Mongolian woman is just a bait, Zhu Yuanzhang wants to destroy the bait of the Fu family!

Jin Yiwei brought him to that village and brought him to the Mongolian woman, and Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to make him embarrassed and ashamed.

And all this is just a façade.

What Zhu Yuanzhang is really afraid of is his exploits, he wants to get rid of him like he got rid of Lan Yu!

Fu Youde stepped out of the threshold of the palace, under the stunned gaze of everyone, in the pleading voice of "the emperor is angry".