Yu Gengqing went out, his brother was still in the northwest, and his parents were not in Usel, so Yu Linlang was in charge of the house, which was why Yun Kui imitated Yu Linlang. Otherwise, even if he has the same face as Yu Linlang, his habits and style are different from the deity, and he will be exposed when he gets along with his relatives for a long time. Moreover, Yu Linlang does have a Danqing magic technique, and it is more convenient to get close to the queen on the ground.

After dinner, he followed the habit of Zheng Yu Linlang and retreated back to the study.

However, he is in a different place, and he is the child of a high-ranking official, so he will naturally mention his mind and leave unexpected movements. His mind expanded, monitoring the wind and grass in the mansion.

A cultivator's ears and eyes are too sensitive, especially at his level, there are no less than a thousand kinds of voices coming into his ears every minute and every second, and it is difficult to distinguish them.

Soon after nightfall, he heard the chatter of his subordinates in the back kitchen, which was less than twenty feet away from the study.

It was a conversation between the maidservant and the two servants.

The maidservant swallowed melon seeds and said, "The third young master has not been able to leave the door when he returns to the house these days, and he has closed the study. ”

Xiaowu: "The third young master painted a portrait of the king, of course, he had to do it wholeheartedly, and there could be no mistakes, right?"

So he said that, but he didn't even ask Murcher. The maidservant said, "In the past, he and Mo Che were inseparable, and the master wanted to kill Mo Che, but the third young master was desperately trying to stop him, and he did not hesitate to threaten him with his life." As a result, he had only been separated from Murcher for a few days, and he didn't even mention it. ”

The little maid said: "The third young master will marry a wife and have children in the future, and Mo Che can't follow him for the rest of his life." I think Murcher should have left on his own if he was smarter, and maybe the master would have spared his life. ”

Another said: "The master said that he would return his deed and give him another hundred taels of silver, but Mo Che refused to leave." I heard from the groom that now he was beaten half to death and thrown on the farm, and the old man explained that he would not be given medicine, and even if he could survive, he would be a cripple in the future. Hey, will the young master want a cripple?"

As soon as the words fell, the kitchen door creaked.

The three of them looked back, and the third young master was standing behind them, expressionless: "Where is Mo Che?"

......

The next day, a farm on the outskirts of the city.

The locked hay room was opened, and Yun Kui stood in the doorway, and saw a man curled up in this dark corner, stained with blood.

The man was lying on the hay pile, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, but he was a young man with thin eyebrows and long eyes, and he was about fourteen or five years old.

When he saw the person coming, his face was full of joy, and he couldn't stand up after two struggles, and he only whispered: "Linlang!"

This sound was like a little beast whimpering.

In the blink of an eye, tears filled me, and I felt pity.

Yun Ku saw the green muscles on his forehead, and then smiled: "Very good, it seems that you can still save your sweetheart's life." ”

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It wasn't until the next day that Feng Miaojun met Fu Lingchuan. This person's face was like frost, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and he even looked irritable and irritable when dealing with government affairs, and the royal court was filled with a low pressure, and even the red general, who had always been the most eyeless, did not want to touch his bad luck.

Feng Miaojun understood that those palace people must have reported her absurd things in Waterfall Villa to Fu Lingchuan to know. She also admires him, and he can still act impartially under the pressure of anger, and sort out the court affairs smoothly, as always.

If it is really a clear distinction between public and private, Feng Miaojun can't bear to deal with him.

It's a pity that she had to make him angry to the point of losing her temper, so she raised her voice and said, "The national teacher seems to be in a bad mood, but he couldn't sleep well last night?"

He turned, staring at her. Feng Miaojun couldn't recognize how many complicated emotions there were in it: "Thank you for the king's care, it's okay." ”

She showed a concerned smile: "The state affairs are busy, and the national teacher has been doing pro-government for more than a year, and the fatigue is too much, so it is better to rest for a while." The court affairs are taken care of by the secretaries, and the national teachers do not have to worry about it. ”

She didn't want to think about who he was for! Fu Lingchuan burst into his mouth with anger, but he swallowed it again.

She was deliberately, deliberately trying to provoke him to anger, deliberately to lead him to quarrel with her at court.

"No need!" he refused, "It is my duty to do my best for the new summer and share the worries of the king!"

She smiled kindly, and the eight little white teeth that were exposed fell on Fu Lingchuan's eyes, which was particularly dazzling: "Then the national teacher should pay attention to his body." ”

"The same is true of the king. These words are already gnashing teeth.

......

In the next two days, Feng Miaojun really raised his vigilance, Fu Lingchuan must not come openly if he wants to deal with her.

In fact, after the return of power from all over the world, the contradiction between her and Fu Lingchuan became deeper and deeper day by day. She wants to be a veritable queen and truly control her own destiny and her own country, Fu Lingchuan is a big rock blocking the road, and she has to move away.

But when she dealt with Fu Lingchuan, even if she had Yun Jie to help, she couldn't do it directly.

Fu Lingchuan is not a traitor. He was loyal and loving to Xinxia, and he still worked tirelessly to take care of the royal court. The model workers Feng Miaojun has seen are just this kind of motivation.

And this person has made great contributions to the continuation of Anxia and the establishment of Xinxia, whether it is the royal court or the people, there are a large number of fans, and they are still die-hard fans. If she wants to bring this guy down, she must have a reason so appropriate that no one can refute it, otherwise even if she succeeds, the people of Xinxia will think that she will take revenge and be ungrateful, no different from the current King Xi.

If you want to recover it, it will be difficult.

After all, Fu Lingchuan has been working hard for the establishment of Xinxia for many years, and it can be said that without him, there would be no current Xinxia Kingdom.

But Fu Lingchuan really has no handle and a black history, so Feng Miaojun's most ideal strategy is to provoke him to take the lead.

This is using herself as bait, and of course she has to be 120,000 careful.

......

When I returned to the main hall where I lived, it was already dark. Fu Lingchuan stood for a moment in front of a three-person rockery as he walked through the garden.

No one dared to bother.

After he left, this rockery, which was salvaged from the center of the river and could withstand the washing of the river for thousands of years, suddenly "clicked" and shattered into countless small pieces.

Smashing a rockery could not calm Fu Lingchuan's anger.

On this night, the National Normal University drank several times more tea than usual.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that someone gently knocked on the door of the study, and the person who came was Fu Lingchuan's henchman Wang Qian.

"Why are you upset?" he whispered, "but is it because the queen wants to take the harem?"

"She's humiliating me in this way, and she's going to go even further, so that the whole world knows that she's fighting against me! ”

Changle competed with him with his life's events. In the past, on Luofu Island, he never thought that such a simple condition from her could make him restrain his hands and feet.

---I'm the dividing line--

Shui Yun's schedule has been adjusted a little, and he will go out early in the morning. In order to sort out the manuscript more freely, from tomorrow, the update time will be changed to 12 noon and 17 pm, as everyone knows.