C12 Prelude to psalm

Wealthy and noble looked at the ground littered with lime, a cold shiver went down their spines. In his heart, he had already believed the words of the miscellaneous books. It seemed that in ancient times, people did have the time to be so arrogant.

From the horizon came the sound of a male chicken announcing its arrival. The night was about to end. Wealth returned to the brick bed with his big head. His mind was filled with images of Fu Cheng's palm strike. That fleshy palm had such great power, what kind of power was that? He Yi Si was completely motionless. When he thought that he might learn such a method in the future, his whole body suddenly became hot and his forehead started to sweat profusely.

"Get up! It's worth it! " The voice that had not been heard for a long time once again rang in his ears. Fugui was a bit depressed. He was already the eldest disciple of Fu Cheng, yet this little rascal didn't have any discernment ability at all? Seeing that he had not taken off his clothes yet, he slowly got up and looked at the door. Minister Fu was standing in the yard. No wonder he dared to call out to her.

"Rich or wealthy, they wanted to dig a hole and ridicule this little brat." You cannot let anyone know that you are my disciple. Otherwise. You and I will both die. To be a slave in the palace, you only have the part of concealing yourself. The more arrogant you are, the faster you will die! " The faint voice of Fuxiang was once again in the ears of the rich.

So he is a paper tiger," he complained to himself. I still treat it as a treasure. Not long ago was he hiding, it's not like I haven't seen him before, but I've watched a lot of those movies and TV. However, I can't help myself! " He did not know that Prime Minister Fu actually had some ulterior motive in accepting him as a disciple, and that this Prime Minister was actually thinking for the safety of the two of them.

With great difficulty, he bowed to the young man and asked, "What does Eunuch want you to compete for?"

A trace of ridicule flashed across the eyes of the little guy as he said, "How about you make the toilet? I think you'll have to do it yourself." Fugui immediately understood that he was going to build the toilet. He stole a glance at Fuxiang and realized that he didn't seem to have heard what the two had said at all. It was really pretty good! Fugui grumbled in his heart, but he still reluctantly agreed, "Yes! "If you want to compete, go ahead."

Saying that, he shook his head and walked out. He actually ignored Fu Cheng. Just as he was about to go berserk, Fu Cheng immediately shouted, "Wealth!" That's how you treat our family. Is your head itchy? Do you want me to bring it down for you to wash? "

Fugui's expression changed as two red clouds flew up on his face. He straightened his neck and looked at Fuxiang. Seeing the other party looking at him coldly, there wasn't the slightest bit of emotion in his eyes. The initial goodwill that the rich and rich had towards him immediately turned into smoke and shot out like a cloud of smoke. He made up his mind and walked out.

"Wealthy little bitch. You're going too far. Should we hit twenty big boards? " The small path's sharp voice rang out once more. The first half was for the rich and powerful, while the other half was for Fu Cheng.

When Fugui heard this, he stopped in his tracks. He wanted to see how Fuxiang would deal with him. However, he did not hear a word from Prime Minister Fu for a long time. He could only hear the excited clamor of Little Road as he called for the Little Yellow Door to make his move. Fugui laughed bitterly in his heart, silently cursing himself for being foolish and naive. He was actually going to treat him like a father, but how did he treat himself? Perhaps he even had evil intentions of taking her as his disciple. Thinking of this, Fu Gui sneered, and waited for the Little Yellow Door to carry out his plan.

Prime Minister Fu looked at the man's upright posture without any expression on his face. However, his heart was surging with emotions. He had no choice but to do so for the reason that would not allow him to be weak. He didn't treat wealth and wealth as his true disciple, but he couldn't bear to just punish him like that. He yearned for wealth and could only beg for mercy in his heart. That way, he would have a way out of this predicament. Then, he could detour around him. However, because of Fu Gui's upright body, he knew that he had already lost the heart of this newly accepted disciple. It was impossible for him to like and respect them from the bottom of his heart anymore.

Five or six Young Eunuch s flocked over. When they heard that they were going to hit someone, they immediately surrounded them. Leave behind the two executioners and go busy yourself with the others! " Fu Cheng suddenly shouted with a cold voice. With a whoosh, the crowd dispersed, leaving two flattering Little Yellow Door s who walked closer to Xiao Budian.

Fugui took off his blue eunuch uniform, revealing the white lining. He climbed onto a bench, expressionlessly looking at the small path as he secretly smiled proudly.

"Execution — —" The two Young Eunuch s spat saliva in their hands and rubbed with all their might. They grabbed onto the fire and water rods, gritted their teeth, and exerted all their strength, trying to look rich and beautiful.

"Eunuch …" A Little Yellow Door ran in, his face a mask of panic, his eyes quickly searching the courtyard for Prime Minister Fu, bowing his head and bowing, he said: "Reporting to Eunuch. Eunuch Wu who had passed down the decree said that the Emperor wanted to recruit … If you wish to recruit rich and powerful individuals, then go ahead. " Everyone's expression changed as they looked at the rich man in surprise. They could not understand how a Young Eunuch who had only been in the palace for two days could be so lucky to see the current Son of Heaven. They had been here for several years, but they had never even seen the shadow of the emperor from a distance. Why should he? A few eunuchs revealed an expression of jealousy, especially when it came to small schemes.

The expression on Prime Minister Fu's face darkened as his mind raced. He immediately thought of the fire a few days ago, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Good. Wealthy past notes. "We'll talk about it after we've seen the emperor." Prime Minister Fu made his decision. He slowly put on the warm eunuch attire that he had just taken off. He sighed in his heart. People's encounters were truly strange. Just as he was about to be beaten to death, a sudden change occurred and he obtained a holy opportunity that everyone was envious of.

He had only been here for two days, yet he seemed so unfamiliar with everything. He had not even finished accepting his identity, yet he had already noticed all of this. He knew that it was because of that incident the day before yesterday that he'd lost control of himself. Apart from that, he couldn't think of anything else that could alarm His Majesty today.

Then how should he deal with it? He didn't know what was going on, so he just said something casually. He turned his head to look at Fu Cheng and realized that he was also looking at him, hesitating to speak. Wealth sighed in his heart and had no choice. He lowered his voice and said, "Eunuch. Is there anything you can teach me? " Since he knew that he didn't want others to know the relationship between the two, he said it politely.

"Seems like he's really not bad." Prime Minister Fu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. When you get to the place, just push things towards us. You've just arrived, and the water's too deep. It's a little too late to tell you now. "I'll take care of everything." Since Prime Minister Fu had decided to use wealth and wealth, of course, he had to protect him. At the same time, it was a disguised apology for what just happened. He had to understand that he had his own difficulties.

Fugui secretly felt relieved as the ice in his heart loosened. Regardless of how one put it, for Fu Cheng to treat him like this meant that he was still protecting him in big matters. The identity of this disciple was still quite important. "Thank you, Master!" Of course, the sound of his words was very weak. Even the rich could barely hear him. When he believed that wealth could be heard.

At the same time, he felt more and more confident in that plan.