"Bang—"

When Fusheng's words fell, the man seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and he picked up the teacup and smashed it towards Fusheng.

Fusheng didn't dodge, the hot tea wet the clothes he had just changed, and his skin was a little painful, but he didn't show it at all.

The cup fell to the ground and fell apart.

The man's eyes were strangely scarlet, his face was hideously twisted, and after throwing everything he could throw on the ground, he slammed the desk with punches and punches.

"If my mother has a spirit in heaven, she will only bless me!"

Fusheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When His Highness became ill, it was completely uncontrollable, and if he stepped forward, it would only make him more manic.

Therefore, he could only wait for His Highness to come to his senses, and when he had vented, his emotions would calm down.

As time passed, the man's hideous expression gradually faded, and he raised his eyes to notice that the room was in shambles, and the clothes on Fusheng's body were also soaked with tea.

The man soon realized that he was out of control again, his eyes were full of panic, and he stepped forward anxiously, apologizing with guilt like a child who had done something wrong.

"Uncle... I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself..."

Fusheng tugged at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, his smile full of pity and bitterness.

"Don't blame Your Highness, it's the minions who are wrong, and the minions shouldn't stimulate Your Highness..."

The man pursed his lips and stirred his fingers a little helplessly.

Fusheng looked at him like this, and the face in the depths of his memory resurfaced.

The image of His Highness and his mother.

At the beginning, his mother was just the last palace maid of the Taiji Palace, she was as timid as an ant, and she didn't dare to say anything when she was bullied, and she lowered her head and stirred her fingers while being wronged.

But it was such a timid person, when he made a mistake and was punished, and was oppressed and excluded by other eunuchs and palace maids, he secretly brought him food, encouraged him, and supported him to survive that period and return to Emperor Jingyong...

At that time, he didn't know what she would do in the future, and with his gratitude and gratitude, he recognized her as a righteous sister and protected her everywhere.

Later, she was involved in the struggle of the harem concubines, and accidentally had a spring breeze with Emperor Jingyong, and she was pregnant with a child.

The last palace maid became a concubine, and he tried his best to protect it, but the place in the harem that would eat people, although he was the head of the palace, he still couldn't protect it...

Not only did she not protect her, but even Her Royal Highness was seriously ill and became like this.

Floating and lowering his eyes, covering the guilt under his eyes, his heart was full of a sense of powerlessness over the status quo.

In the past, he thought that he had been in the position of the head of the imperial palace for many years, and His Majesty's mind did not dare to say that he could guess nine points, and at least half of them were still there.

His Royal Highness's illness was difficult to treat, and he knew that persuasion was useless, so he thought about planning a way out for himself.

In this way, even if His Majesty abdicates, he will still be able to protect himself and continue to escort His Highness at that time.

But now after the incident with the four princes, he keenly discovered that His Majesty's thoughts... I've never seen through it.

The four princes forced the palace to rebel and was beheaded to show the public, in the eyes of the world, it was his greed and lack of snake swallowing, but in fact, it was the result of His Majesty's step-by-step action.

If this is the case with the Four Princes, is it also true with His Royal Highness?

Is the correspondence between him and His Highness also in the hands of His Majesty?

If everything is in His Majesty's control, then if he goes to the execution ground today, is it His Majesty's beating of him...

Fusheng only felt that his scalp was numb, and his back was cold, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The man quietly raised his eyes, and saw that Fusheng seemed to be wandering out of the world, and his eyes were slightly dim, and he spoke up to draw back Fusheng's attention.

"Uncle, my hands hurt..."

He had practiced martial arts, and his strength was heavy, and after the desk was smashed, it had cracked, and small sawdust had pierced into his hands.

When he came back to his senses, he looked down and saw the man's injured right hand.

He couldn't think about anything else in his mind, and Fu Sheng said distressedly: "Minion, I'll clean up your wounds!" ”

When His Highness is ill, he will become uncontrollably manic, and the consequences will be either to hurt himself or others, so there is always medicine in the study.

Fusheng skillfully and quickly found the medicine box, took out the medicine, carefully cleaned his wound, and then sprinkled the medicine powder and tied gauze.

"Okay, Your Highness should pay more attention on weekdays, don't let the wound get wet."

The man nodded, obediently disagreeable.

If you show it to others, it is hard to think that he has just hurt people and harmed himself like a madman.

Fusheng lowered his eyes, took the unused medicine, turned around, and put it back in the medicine box.

"Your Highness, the people who murdered Niangniang in the first place have already paid the corresponding price, and that's enough."

Fusheng turned his back to the man, and the smile on his face was extremely bitter.

Your Highness is already like this, you can't go down the wrong path again, it's better to be alive than anything else!

"Niangniang is timid, she lived in worry and fear almost every day before her death, and when she died, although she was in pain, she also told her slave that she was free."

"Your Highness, you are the only bloodline she left in this world, you listen to the slave's words, don't worry about that position, okay, you will become your own son in the future..."

The man's body stiffened slightly as he spoke.

He looked at the back of the floating life, his hands clenched into fists slightly, the yin owl in his eyes flashed, and a little blood penetrated the gauze, but he didn't feel any pain.

Then, he lowered his head, and in the shadows, his red lips slowly rose.

"Good..."

That's weird!

Since he was a child, his mother told him that when people live, they must try their best to climb up, and the higher they climb, the more people in the world will not dare to bully you.

He is also a prince, why can't he inherit the position above 10,000 people, with supreme rights and countless glory and wealth...

Paranoia surged wildly under his eyes, and the man's eyes gradually became a layer of scarlet.

Realizing that he was about to get sick again, he strained himself, and his nails poked in the palm of his hand, and the pain made him gradually sober up.

He whispered silently: Endure what ordinary people can't endure, get what ordinary people can't get, and become what ordinary people can't!

After saying the words that my mother had taught me several times in a row, the manic feeling was finally suppressed.

The man looked up and smiled sincerely at the back of the floating life.

"I listen to my uncle."

Although he wasn't sure if he meant it, he was relieved.

He turned around and looked at the man, "The hour is not early, tomorrow is the great dynasty, and the servants still have to wait before the palace gate opens, so I won't leave His Highness to rest here." ”

Although his courtyard is partial, there are still officials living nearby, if His Royal Highness stays, and His Royal Highness will go to the court from here tomorrow, he will have to enter the palace in a hurry.

If these officials had seen it, they wouldn't have just thought it was a coincidence...

Although I guessed that His Majesty knew all this, but in the end, it was better to be as cautious as usual before the relationship between them was really exposed.

As for the curfew at this moment, this is not a difficult situation for His Highness.

Not to mention His Royal Highness's status as a prince, by virtue of His Royal Highness's current position, he met the officers and soldiers patrolling on the street, and he could easily send them away.

The man seemed a little reluctant, but it could be seen that the floating ecology was tough, he pursed his lips, and finally nodded in response.

"Okay."

Fusheng sensed the loss in his tone, and sighed, but in the end his heart relented.

"The current situation does not allow us to be careless, and after some time, the situation between the DPRK and China will settle down, and the servants will definitely take time out of the palace to entertain His Highness."

The man's joy was visible to the naked eye, "Is what my uncle said true?" ”

Fusheng's eyebrows and eyes were soft, "Natural." ”