I Became an Anonymous Boss

"It's enough to make you angry!" Uncle Feng pushed Mo Ge out of the alley, until the other's buttocks moved away from his face, he felt a sense of security.

The three came to the vicinity of Prince Yong's Mansion sneakily, one let the wind pass, and the other climbed over the wall, just like that.

As a result, as soon as the three of them landed on their feet, they ran into a pair of servants who were patrolling the palace.

The eight eyes met, and for a while, it was very awkward.

"...Have you eaten?" Shadow asked.

"Not yet." The servant replied in a daze, "What are you?"

"Clean the roof." Brother Mo said calmly, "We are new here."

"That's it." The servant smiled: "Then you all pay attention, I'm leaving first."

Watching this person go away, Ying Ying and Brother Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "He is really a fool...Hurry up before anyone finds out."

However, within ten steps, they heard shouts from the other side.

"—A thief broke into the palace!"

"Good guy, this is a tactic to delay the attack!" The two shouted that they were fooled.

Half a minute later, the guards surrounded the small group of three with swords and axes.

"Hero, spare your life!" Ying Ying and Brother Mo immediately surrendered, raising their hands high in imitation of the French military salute.

"How dare you come to the palace to steal, I think you are old birthday stars hanged yourself..." one of the guards sneered.

"I think it might be an assassin, so be honest, don't cry when you see the coffin!" Another guard sneered.

"Audacious, it's like a heifer standing on his head!" Another guard also sneered.

Uncle Feng murmured: "This allegory is not bad, it is quite educated, and the palace is also responsible for training this?"

"What did you say?" The three guards glared at the same time.

"I said... I won't pretend anymore, I'm going to show my cards." Uncle Feng tore off the disguise and said proudly: "I am King Yong! Give me back quickly..."

"Pretending to be your horse!" A guard went up and was stunned: "If you pretend to be His Highness King Yong like this, will His Highness King Yong dress like you?"

"That's right, don't lie to us just because the three of us are newcomers!"

"It's outrageous to open the door for the outrageous... You tricked me into the palace! I've heard this kind of routine a lot!"

"That's right, I often lied to people outside that I was His Royal Highness King Yong, and I lost my wallet when I was away, so I needed to borrow 100 taels of silver to eat something simple, and I will return you 1000 taels of gold when I go back?"

The three guards sneered and expressed their disbelief.

Strangely, Uncle Feng, Shadow and Brother Mo all fell into an awkward silence, and they remembered the words he said when they first met Uncle Feng.

——I am King Yong of the Southern Tang Dynasty. I am wandering abroad for some reason. Now I plan to return to the Southern Tang Dynasty to be the prince. I will lend me 100 taels of silver for travel expenses and meals. When I return to the palace, I will keep and return you a thousand taels of gold!

Chapter 840 Seven I Kill Myself

The three unlucky ones were being taught a lesson by the guard who spoke very well.

The housekeeper of the palace arrived surrounded by a group of servants.

"what happened?"

"My lord, three little thieves have come in, and we are thinking about what to do..." A guard said viciously: "But they just don't admit it, and insult our IQ, they are simply heifers..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I know you have a grudge against the heifer." The steward said indifferently: "It's just three little thieves. If it doesn't work, I'll hand it over to the government. What's the trouble?"

"But some of them pretended to be His Royal Highness King Yong."

The steward was taken aback when he heard the words: "Is there such a person?"

He looked at the three of them and asked, "Who said that? Take a step forward!"

Shadow and Brother Mo looked at each other, then backed away silently, Uncle Feng, who was standing still, protruded a bit.

"My boy, you are so daring, you tricked me into Prince Yong's residence." The steward rolled up his sleeves: "I think you are..."

The steward who was about to get angry was suddenly taken aback when he saw Uncle Feng's facial features.

Keeping the movement of rolling up his sleeves, his expression gradually became a little stiff.

"My lord, you don't need to do it, leave it to us." The guard hurriedly offered his courtesy and scolded, "Call me."

Snapped--!

The steward's slap turned around and slapped the guard's face fiercely. The guard turned around in a circle, then fell to the ground in a daze, sat on the ground with one hand on his face, as if he had been slapped like a concubine.

The middle-aged man was furious: "You bastard! You can admit your mistake, my lord!"

The other two guards were full of disbelief: "My lord, my lord? But, this man is obviously just a little thief..."

"Mao Nima's thief! The prince doesn't even recognize him? How many times have I told you to remember what the prince looks like? How can there be two people who are so similar in the world, and their eyes are blue!" Middle-aged The man kicked at the two guards, punched and kicked: "Even the master can't remember, what's the use of keeping you!"

After a beating.

The steward bowed deeply to Uncle Feng: "I pay my respects to the lord, the little one made a big mistake and made the lord suffer and suffer, and I hope the lord will punish him."

The servants in the back also bent down in unison: "Welcome the prince back to the mansion!"

Mo Ge and Ying Ying cooperated extremely, and said in shock: "Are you really a prince?"

Uncle Feng put his hands on his chest.

Look, what is the prince's meeting?

Uncle Feng, whose vanity was satisfied, seemed to be possessed by the Asura God of War, the Dragon King, with the corners of his mouth raised into a √ shape.

Uncle Feng said to himself: "How could it be fake?"

"I've seen the prince!" Shadow immediately bent down.

"I've met the prince!" Brother Mo also decisively bowed his head to the dignitary.

The corners of Uncle Feng's mouth rose even more wildly.

The steward asked cautiously: "But Your Highness, shouldn't you be in the Si Tianjian at this time? Why do you want to go back to the palace, there are very few guards here, and assassins are always watching you, my lord. I'm afraid it's not safe to stay in the palace."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place." Uncle Feng said indifferently: "And I am very confident that he will not come to kill me...Why do you think I came back secretly dressed like this?"

The steward understands in seconds: "So that's the case, it's for the sake of concealment."

Uncle Feng ordered: "Remember... don't rush to spread the news of my return."

"As ordered."

"Also, take me to the treasure house. I want to pick up something."

Uncle Feng has entered the state, playing the role of a high-ranking person with a great attitude, not at all like an unlucky guy who is struggling outside.

The butler complied.

"Let's come with them too." Uncle Feng said, "These two can be trusted."

The housekeeper didn't say much, and he was suspicious, but he didn't ask.

After walking half a stick of incense in the palace, I came to a courtyard, walked through the rockery in the garden landscape, and came to the treasure house of the palace.

The butler stood by his side with his hands hanging down, saying nothing.

Uncle Feng raised his hand naturally and said, "Give it to me."

The butler then took out a sharp golden dagger from his cuff.

Uncle Feng wiped the dagger with his palm, the blood remained in the blood groove, and then stabbed the dagger into the gate of the treasure house, the blood flowed, the spar on the treasure house turned from blue to red, and the door slowly opened.

The steward was completely relieved and said, "The villain stays outside and waits."

The three of them walked into the treasure house, Ying Ying and Brother Mo didn't dare to show their anger, they were puzzled and nervous, and once wondered if Uncle Feng in front of them had been taken away.

Until Uncle Feng also slumped and sat down, the aura of the superior disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it, I almost revealed my secrets..." He wiped his face: "It's really hard to pretend to be serious."

"Looks like it's still me." Shadow pressed in a low voice.

"I'm right." Brother Mo also nodded.

"My superb acting skills have deceived you, right?" Uncle Feng smiled proudly: "You should thank me for not taking the opportunity to let those guards beat you up, make you put your butt in my face, and threaten me to squirt .”

"How stingy this man is." Shadow said with disgust.

"That's right, disgusting." Brother Mo also followed suit.

After making a fuss for a while, the three got up and walked to the inside of the treasure house.

Brother Mo said strangely: "I said Uncle Feng, how do you know there is a treasure house here, and how do you know how to open the door? And your blood can really open the door? I think you don't have time to get King Yong's blood sample."

"Of course I don't have time." Uncle Feng walked ahead, with his hands in his sleeves, he picked three vermilion fruits from the bonsai next to the treasure house, and threw two of them to the two behind him.

"What is this?" Shadow asked, and then threw the fruit into his mouth: "Hiss, it's a little hot."

"Candle fruit, about 70 years old, has not yet fully matured. It is good for warriors to eat it. It can nourish our body and body. It is enough to eat it once. I like the taste very much. It is a fruit, but it can taste spicy." Uncle Feng threw the fruit into his mouth, smashed it and smacked his lips.

Brother Mo was even more surprised: "Are you really familiar with this place?"

"That's not..." Uncle Feng took three cups of ice-colored spring water from the flowing pool at the corner and handed them to the two: "Dry it in one gulp, or it will freeze soon, I like drinking this most in summer. "

Shadow raised his head and took a sip: "Huh? It actually smells like strawberries."

"The cup you're using is strawberry-flavored, and the spring water itself has no flavor."

"Where are you going to eat the buffet here?" Brother Mo couldn't help asking: "Uncle Feng, you should explain."

"Explain what, explain, didn't I say it a long time ago?" Uncle Feng picked up a bunch of lychees and handed them to Brother Mo: "Here, I know there must be a lot of lychees that you have always wanted to eat. Keep them safe." You get angry after eating..."

Brother Mo paused, raised his hand to catch the litchi.

Then he smashed the lychee to the ground, and with a bang, the fruit fell to the ground, splashing water stains.

The shadow of Dun Dun Dun Bingquan hiccupped: "What's wrong, this is? Don't eat lychees, don't waste them..."

"Shut up!" Brother Mo frowned, and repeated again: "Uncle Feng, I need an explanation!"

Uncle Feng looked at Lizhi, immediately looked away, and said in a casual tone: "It's almost the same as what was agreed at the beginning. Take some belongings, eat and drink enough, and then leave. What do you care about so much?"

This casual and lazy attitude angered Brother Mo instead.

Uncle Feng slammed his back against the wall, and brother Mo held his shoulders and knocked the potted plant in his hand backwards.