On the price to pay for changing the plot

"Heh...Master Wuyue, ah, no, it's only right for the nobles of the state to forget things too much."

Wuyue turned her head away, and said out loud, "It's late at night..."

"Is the national teacher planning to see off the guests?" Fu Heng turned over and stood up, went to the table and picked up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water, "Speaking of which, I have to thank the national teacher tonight, otherwise I will fall into trouble again." It's in the hands of the dog emperor."

When he uttered the word "Dog Emperor", he clearly saw a dark light flashing in the monk's eyes, and he looked at it again with that indifferent attitude.

"The national teacher has a good demeanor. If I hadn't seen the methods of the national teacher, even I would have been moved by the national teacher's compassion for the common people..."

Fu Heng didn't care whether he paid attention to him or not, walked slowly to him and sat down, turned his head and smiled at him, "You monks often talk about compassion, so you have done so many bad things, have you ever thought about it?" After death, will you fall into the endless hell forever?"

Wuyue slowly closed her eyes, stood with one hand in front of her body, and said "Amitabha," then opened her eyes and stared at the candle that was about to go out, and said softly, "The poor monk didn't intend to drive the benefactor away. Go out, it's already midnight, isn't the benefactor sleepy?"

Fu Heng looked at his gentle and pure face at all times, with blood surging in his chest, he grabbed the bamboo stick that fell on the side of the bed and stabbed at his neck.

Wuyue grabbed his wrist leisurely, without moving a bit, turned to face him, saw his eyes were fierce, and said in a gentle voice, "The benefactor is better to be quiet, those forbidden soldiers are still searching outside, if they are arrested again Come on, that poor monk can't promise to fool around like before."

Fu Heng had already cut him alive several times in his heart, but his martial arts were abolished, so he couldn't compete with him at all. He tried his best to break away from him, but he couldn't beat him.

"open!"

"..."

Of course Wuyue also found out that Mr. Fu was hiding his secrets, and his martial arts were not weak. This was what he saw with his own eyes, but now he couldn't break free from his grasp. No matter how he looked at it, it was strange.

He immediately let go of his hand, and when he saw the scar oozing blood on his wrist, he immediately understood, "Your Majesty did it?"

"To shut up!"

Fu Heng fell on the bed, stared at the roof beam above, and smiled sarcastically, "My father was loyal, but in the end he was no match for a word from a bald donkey like you." He suddenly looked at the monk beside him, and asked, "Is that true?" Did the Fu family do something to be sorry for you? It made you plot us so painstakingly. "

"..."

Seeing that he was still in sedation, Fu Heng suddenly lost the desire/desire to talk, and he couldn't kill him, and he still wanted to hide here, which really made him feel useless.

He leaned into the room and finally fell asleep slowly.

Wuyue was silent for a long time, saw that the boy on the bed had already fallen asleep, got out of bed gently, took out a bottle of medicine from the bedside cabinet, and gave him the medicine very carefully.

"……sorry."

When Fu Heng woke up, he didn't know when the medicine was applied to his hand. The tearing wound from last night had slowly healed. He curled his lips. This monk is used to be a good person, so such a small favor can't be erased. his hate.

Wuyue was not in the house, and there was a breakfast left on the table. He never treated himself badly, so he wiped it all away.

After finishing his breakfast, he went around the house, but found nothing useful to him. Just as he was about to flip through the books on the shelf, he suddenly heard a man's joking voice from behind him, "How dare you, you actually Dare to steal things from the national teacher's room!"

Fu Heng's body was shocked, and then he returned to normal. He turned his back to look at the man calmly, and he had met him once. He had clearly met him in a restaurant before.

"Yo! You little thief is so familiar, have we met somewhere?"

Fu Hengmu looked him up and down with a straight face, and said in a deep voice, "I think you look like a thief."

Not to be outdone, the man looked around him, suddenly stroked his chin with two fingers, and said with an extremely ambiguous smile, "That's right, you don't look like a thief, but rather..."

Leaving half of the words, his eyes rolled around him, like a playboy, "Master Guo Shi really enjoys it..."

"Shut up!"

Fu Heng saw that his words were frivolous, and his face immediately became ugly. He knew that his current appearance was misunderstood, but as a man, he was always underestimated by others, which is not a pleasant thing.

"You are so brave. You broke into this imperial palace all by yourself. If I yell right now, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape."

The man sat down on the chair contentedly, pointed to the door with one hand, "please come in."

"..."

"Why didn't you shout? Oh, I forgot. When you shouted, those imperial guards might not be able to identify who they wanted to arrest. I heard that Emperor Yuan Qi was assassinated last night, and the assassin has not been caught yet..."

"You're not from the Jiang Kingdom!" This person called Emperor Yuan Qi, clearly not paying attention to the dog emperor.

"..." The man crossed his legs, his lips were straightened, and he burst out laughing in an instant, "Then guess which country I am from?"

"...What is your purpose here?"

The man tilted his neck and looked around the room, "I..."

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open suddenly, Wuyue walked in, seeing the two of them looking at each other, Mr. Fu still had a look of annoyance on his face, so he said to the man who was sitting, "You go back first."

Wuyue stood next to that person, and Fu Heng suddenly came to his senses. Before he said strangely, he always thought this person was familiar. This person was at least five or six points similar to Wuyue, so he had to think deeply. This person is not from Jianguo, but Wu Yue still has contacts with him, and they look so similar...

The man snorted, but didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the bed, but he didn't know where he touched the mechanism, the bed was suddenly separated from the middle, and there was a bottomless stairway inside Then he walked down slowly, and after only a few steps, he turned around and smiled at the stunned Fu Heng, "Ah, I almost forgot, Mrs. Fu misses you so much..."

"!"

Fu Heng's face, which had been tense all the time, cracked instantly when he heard about his mother. Fu Yin and the others did not escape, but fell into this man's hands. His previous efforts were all in vain.

"Tsk tsk..."

The man shook his head, raised the corner of his eyes at him, and walked slowly.

Fu Heng rushed over to ask him up, but was stopped by Wuyue, who watched the bed merge together.

He grabbed Wuyue's collar and shot his eyes like sharp swords to that plain and quiet face, "Say! What are you going to do to my parents!"

Wuyue pulled away that hand, murmured "Amitabha," and then said slowly, "The benefactor's temper is still as violent as ever."

"Tell me, how can I let my parents go?" Fu Heng took a deep breath, his eyes stern.

"...killed Emperor Yuan Qi."

The monk in front of him clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with pity, just like the eminent monk passed down in the world, but every word he uttered was a veritable devil.

"...Okay, I killed Emperor Yuan Qi, you let them go," he shook his sleeves, as if he was still not satisfied, walked to the basin of water, and carefully washed his fingers one by one , "The national teacher still withdraws his compassionate look in front of me, the people watching are really disgusting."

"..." Wuyue's eyes drooped down, covered by a thick and dull look, occasionally mixed with a trace of struggle.

in the darkroom

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap..."

Emperor Yuan Qi whipped dozens of whips at the man on the ground, but the man didn't say a word, his back was bloody from the beating.

"I treated you kindly, but you disobeyed me over and over again," he knelt down and grabbed the man's hair, forcing him to look up at him, "will it still fall to me in the end?" hands."

Fu Heng looked at him with difficulty, because his hair was caught in his hands, he had to look up and stare at him: "... Get lost!"

Emperor Yuan Qi patted his face with a smile, rolled up his clothes and sat opposite him, "Look, I have escaped several times without success, and this time I was caught by my national teacher himself. It's God's will..."

"..."

Seeing his smiling face full of pride, Fu Heng bit the wrist in front of him desperately, "Hiss!"

"Snapped!"

Emperor Yuan Qi just slapped him with his hands, his head couldn't hold back from the slap, and he trembled to one side.

"Bitch! It just needs to be cleaned up." Suddenly, he stood up in disgust, looked at the person who fell on the ground impatiently, and then ordered the maid standing aside, "Clean him up."

"The slaves obey the order."

Fu Heng was dizzy in his head. The pain in his body kept him awake all the time. He gritted his teeth and sat up against the wall. He had no strength left in his body, and his mouth breathed more air than breathed in, as if he would die in the next second. , but still panting, he shouted at the court lady who was walking towards him: "Go away!"

The maid approached him, bound him with her hands like pliers, and dragged him out forcefully, without giving him a chance to struggle.

Just like that, he was dragged all over the place, there was no good place on his body, it was full of whips and small wounds, the maid didn't take these wounds seriously, she carried him and threw him into the In the pool, two big hands that didn't look like a woman scrubbed him back and forth.

After just a stick of incense, the woman lifted him up from the pool again. At this moment, his consciousness was a little loose, his hands and feet were soft, and he really didn't have the strength to move his mouth due to the pain in his body, so he could only be at her mercy.

The woman didn't say a word the whole time, and waited attentively for him to put on his clothes. When they returned to the secret room, the place had already looked brand new, the blood on the ground had been washed away, sandalwood was wafting in front of the couch, and wine and dishes were arranged on the table. Just waiting for him to enjoy it in the past, of course, if he ignores the squinting Emperor Yuan Qi, then he must be very pleased.

Emperor Yuan Qi took a sip of wine, saw that he was still looking like he was about to die, so he stepped forward to lean on his side, and said softly, "Still angry with me?"

"..." Fu Heng leaned sideways on the couch, seeing him leaning towards his side, he didn't move a bit, but his body tensed up involuntarily.

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Uh, I added a paragraph, happy eating!