Alternative Rival

When Young Master Fufeng saw Bo Jue coming in, a pale and frail flower appeared on his consumptive ghost-like face, and he was still sitting on the bed. There were fruits and ginseng soup on the cabinets at both ends, and freshly cut perfume lily sprigs. In the bottle, there is a light aroma, but this cannot neutralize the strong smell of disinfectant in the room.

He said to Bo Jue: "Sit down, don't be polite."

Bo Jue sat far away from him, and she was afraid that she would be touched again if she sat close.

The young master glanced at her again, supported the edge of the bed with his hands, as if he was about to get up, but Bo Jue stopped him coldly: "I advise you to lie on the bed."

"No, I'm coming down."

"..."

For a moment, Bo Jue thought that he had heard it wrong, this young master was planning to use his identity to make a fortune here?Still coming down?Did he come down in front of him to try?

She swept away the two soldiers standing on the left and right, and raised her chin: "Go, hold him down for me."

"Yes, sir."

The two of them stretched out their hands to hold the young master Fufeng at the same time, the young master's shoulders on both sides seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, he bit his lip and struggled for a while, his lower lip turned white, he couldn't move at all.A slight annoyance seemed to flash across his face, but his cynical expression soon returned.

"Is this how you treat distinguished guests?" He hooked his lips into a smile.

"It is precisely because of the distinguished guests that I am entitled to enjoy such preferential treatment." Bo Jue also smiled at him, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "The last person who told me to be so guarded is no longer in this world."

Young Master Fufeng raised his pretty eyebrows high, and said with a smile: "Then you are really a broom star, whoever guards you will die."

Bo Jue: "..."

"If I die, will you be responsible?" He asked with a smile, tilting his head half-truthfully.

"I can't afford it. Naturally, there are people who can afford it." Bo Jue played Tai Chi with him, and asked nonchalantly, "I have always had a problem that is very difficult to understand. I am on the road, and my distinguished guest is weak and sick. How can your father have the heart to let you go on a mission?" What about this country? I remember that King Kui has three sons, all of whom are grown up and strong."

Mr. Fufeng had a very short pause before answering the words, which could only be calculated with a stopwatch. He lay on his back on the bed, glanced to the sides, and then let go of the hand that had been pressing him.He stretched his left hand obliquely on the cabinet, picked a snow-white petal, and chewed it in his mouth.

"The others are useless trash, and my father doesn't trust them."

"Really? But how did I hear that they have been active in the inner court, each taking on important positions, and they are the veritable right-hand men of King Kui?"

Mr. Fufeng raised his eyes and took a deep look at her, then lowered his eyelids. He was born with a very refined and delicate appearance, like a girl, with beautiful eyebrows, phoenix eyes, loose hair, and bloody lips. Almost pathetic.

"Father values ​​me more." He said, otherwise he would not have entrusted this important matter to him.

"If you stay in the East Palace on weekdays, you only need to read books and practice calligraphy, and rarely participate in political affairs. The most you do is to attend various occasions that require the crown prince, which is called attention." Bo Jue clapped his hands and smiled, "It's the first time I heard that Very fresh."

"Father is worried about my health."

Bo Jue immediately said: "Worrying about your body should make you exercise more frequently, and stop hanging around drinking and flattering and flattering your brain."

Mr. Fufeng held the sheet under the quilt with his left hand, and said calmly, "What do you know? You don't know anything."

"I don't understand, so I want to hear the eldest son explain to me." Bo Jue put on a posture of being studious and inquiring.

Young Master Fufeng shrank his head into the quilt: "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Bo Jue let out a bad breath, and said in a happy mood: "Okay, I will guard."

After a while, a slender hand stretched out from under the quilt, aimed at the trash can beside the bed, let go of the palm, and a crumpled paper towel fell into it with incomparable precision.He showed half of his face again: "No matter what you say, thank you for saving me last night."

Bo Jue: "???"

It took her a long time to understand, and she said, "It was the marshal who saved you last night, not me."

"...But I woke up in your arms, and that was you!"

Bo Jue: "!!!"

Don't be so ambiguous, okay? !I have a half-money relationship with him?If Zhao Qingge heard about it and went back, he would have to skin her!

"The one who came yesterday is your lover, right? I'll say it again when she comes tonight." The corner of Fufeng's mouth grinned, revealing an evil smile.

Bo Jue: "..."

This person's brain is full of pitfalls, he can't see anyone well.

Before she had time to start the next round of talking, Mr. Fufeng acted like a turtle again and hid under the quilt. He opened his eyes in the dark, blinked once, blinked again, and opened his eyes wide Some.

He was sick and weak since he was a child, but because he was his father's first child, he was loved very much. Even though his younger brothers were born one after another, his father still loved him undiminished, even more than before.He is also working very hard to become more powerful, at least not to faint because of the wind blowing for a longer time and standing for a longer time. He has been soaked in medicine jars since he was a child, and it is just to maintain his life.He felt very guilty for his father's kindness to him, especially a few years ago when he was appointed as the heir, he was even more terrified, so he hurriedly asked someone to help him to see his father.

At that time, he heard something that was not different from the sky falling apart.

It was his brothers, talking blatantly in the garden.

"Hey, boss, that wimpy guy, maybe he's happy at home now, he really thought his father wanted him to succeed him, and he didn't even look at his crooked appearance."

"That's right, the boss doesn't have the second brother, you are wise and powerful, and you are magnificent, and you will accompany your father wherever he goes."

"In my opinion, he is a chess move introduced by my father. It is a one-time move. I will raise it first. When the time comes, I can take it back and use it, and then throw it away mercilessly."

"The fourth child can still talk."

The always weak and kind-hearted Young Master Fufeng pinched the arms of the attendants who were supporting him purple. He didn't believe his father would treat him like this, so he quietly bypassed them and confronted his father. The three sons called over, and each of them gave him a whip. From then on, no one in the palace dared to gossip about him.

He was happy for several days, but those words were like gangrene, popping up every now and then, playing back in his ears over and over again.

He gradually became suspicious. If his father really valued him, as an heir, he would not need to learn to deal with political affairs at all. Although he was weak, his brain had no problems. More and more why he couldn't answer, his father's attitude remained the same as before. With such tenderness, he clearly felt that he was divided into two halves.Half of it is indulged in my father's favor, and the other half comes from my own inner fear.

Until a month ago, he was given this task.King Kui—His father held his shoulders and said in a very gentle tone: "Son, I need you to send an envoy to Tianlei, and then give us a reason to go to war."

He looked at his father in confusion, not understanding.

King Kui said, "Son, you stay there."

How to stay there?Stay there like that.

He was dumb for a moment and said, "Okay."

In any case, he is still holding on to hope, even when he reaches Tianlei.He doesn't need others to say what about his father, he knows that his father really loves him!Can't fake it!

Looking at the ups and downs of the quilt, Bo Jue curled her lips into a small smile, her eyes gradually became meaningful.

Sure enough... She was still a fledgling little calf, and she became agitated as soon as she was aroused. Little calf, um, she pinched her chin and thought: How should I deal with it?

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On the other side, at eleven o'clock in the morning, Zhao Qingge reported to the marshal's residence on time.The guard at the door greeted her and gave way before she could get her ID to prove her identity. She was suddenly a little nervous, not because she wanted to see the marshal, but because she felt that she couldn't guess anything and felt very bad.

There were several doors inside, she went in unimpeded, and knocked on a closed door that was unguarded.

"Enter."

As calm as Zhao Qingge, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

His Excellency the Marshal, who was still well-dressed yesterday, was wearing a pastry chef's uniform and a tall chef's hat. He deftly manipulated the tray with his fingers, and the oven made a beeping sound. She took it out skillfully, and brought out a tray in each hand.

The sweet aroma immediately filled the whole room.

"sit."

The milky white dining table and chairs, the exquisite embossed patterns on the table top and the back of the chair, are in a complete Western style. The marshal took off his clothes, and inside was a suit of ordinary clothes, sapphire blue and black, the colors of noble towns.

Zhao Qingge sat stiffly opposite her.

"Eat."

Zhao Qingge carefully picked up a round dough ball, held it with his hands, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The marshal stared at her intently, and said, "Taste the dessert first, and the main meal will be served later."

Zhao Qingge: "..."

"Marshal, do you have any mission to ask me for? No matter what it is, I promise to complete the mission!" As long as she is not allowed to stay with such a "friendly" Marshal.

The marshal folded his hands on the table and leaned forward: "Ah, I don't have any task, just to repay your kindness for helping me many years ago, and treat you to a meal."

Zhao Qingge: "???"

The marshal smiled: "I don't remember? 11 years ago, when you were doing an off-campus internship, you met a fellow who was bitten by a wild animal, and that was me."

Zhao Qingge: "..."

She remembered it, but she was still at a loss. What exactly did she want to do?

"I don't want to do anything, but simply treat you to a meal. It's very simple. After the meal, I have something to talk to you about."

Zhao Qingge immediately stood up and stood at attention: "Then tell me now, the task is important!"

"Sit down, sit down, sit down," the marshal pressed his hand down, "you can only do business when you are full, right? Give me less and more, and if you talk more, I will send Bo Jue to the space battlefield tomorrow." go up."

Zhao Qingge had no choice but to sit and continue eating. She stopped after eating the second piece, and asked, "Your Excellency Marshal, can I take a few nights back to eat?"

The marshal deliberately said: "You can eat it yourself, but you can't give it to others."

"Yes." Zhao Qingge still packed a few, wrapped them up and put them in his jacket pocket.

Anyway, she didn't know who ate it when she went back.