Eunuchs are not easy

"Boss, you look a little different today." He had a weird expression, his brows frowning from time to time, looking at Fu Huan as if he saw something strange, "But I can't tell what's different... It just feels weird weird."

Fu Huan glanced at him, put his arms around his chest, and leaned against the back of the chair, "Didn't I just change clothes, what? It's weird!"

"Could it be that I'm still wearing rough clothes and short jackets all day long, making myself rough." Seeing Bao Jin's sudden realization, she said angrily.

"I didn't mean that, I just haven't seen such a boss." Bao Jin frowned, and hurriedly explained, "It's actually pretty good."

"Really?" Fu Huan snorted, and seeing Bao Jin nod without hesitation, he gave up.

"Go and get some food, I have something to do later." Fu Huan picked up the bug in his arms, stood up and put it on his shoulders, and pouted his chin towards the door.

"Yeah." Bao Jin nodded, stood up and glanced at Fu Huan, and immediately lowered his head after meeting his gaze, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and his face was tangled.

Fu Huan, who was about to get up and walk, saw something was wrong at a glance, stopped raising his feet, raised his eyebrows, and moved his lips, "Is there anything else?"

"Huh?" Bao Jin heard the sound, and it took a long time to meet Fu Huan's eyes again. Thinking of what happened last night, he opened his mouth with determination, "Boss, there is really something... I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

"Talk" Fu Huan replied angrily.

"Brother Tao got drunk last night and talked a lot...a lot about...uh..." His eyes flicked around Fu Huan's face, and he didn't know how to open his mouth when he clearly thought about something.

However, Fu Huan understood his meaning in these unsound words, and said seriously, "I treat Tao Xing the same as I treat you and Ah Jiu."

"Don't think about it." She frowned, but her expression was natural, not fake.

"But?"

"No, but." Fu Huan interrupted him, complaining helplessly, "Why are you as idle as Ah Jiu! What's the use of thinking about my affairs, but making arrangements for yourself?"

Seeing a trace of confusion on his face, Fu Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, and reiterated, "And what happened to me and Brother Tao, I explained clearly and clearly yesterday."

"And you, don't let him cause more trouble." Fu Huan stretched out two fingers, and pressed the two ears that were not functioning in his arms with a guilty conscience, "It is very difficult for me to let someone who cares hear it."

"Who cares?" Bao Jin looked suspiciously at her hand pressing the black cat's ear.

"Yeah." Fu Huan took his hand off, patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly became earnest, "Brother, you are the boss, I am no longer the old me."

"You and Ah Jiu are no longer the same kind of people." She smacked her mouth, considering what she said, and under the other's gradually astonished expression, she raised the corners of her lips, "I already have a family, and you Still alone, alone, alone, understand?"

Bao Jin was taken aback by what she said, and was caught off guard.It took a long time to react, "Understood...understood."

"It's good if you understand." Fu Huan brushed Baojin's shoulder casually with his hand, "Then I'm leaving, remember what I said."

Fu Huan came out of the dining hall, stood at the door for a while, and was about to go to her own residence when she saw a guard approaching her and told her that the person locked up in the confinement room had woken up.

Fu Huan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and while stroking the cat in his hand, he asked, "Have you been searched?"

"I've searched, and only found one sign." The guard guard took out something from his arms and handed it over, and continued to reply: "The subordinate also asked, but the man refused to say anything, his mouth was tight. very."

Fu Huan nodded, turned over the sign in his hand, there was a leaf-shaped iron sign with no words on it, "Go over and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he signaled the guards to lead the way.

There wasn't much room for confinement in the barracks, except for a brig that looked like one.

Fu Huan pushed the door open, put the cat in his hand on the ground, and looked up and down at the man tied to a wooden stake.

He didn't suffer any injuries, but his clothes were slightly messed up, his mouth was gagged, and he stood on a stake with his head down, looking weak, as if they had really done something bad to extract a confession by torture.

"Hey" Fu Huan picked up something casually, touched the person, and saw that the other person's eyes didn't seem to be cloudy, so he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the guard guarding the side, "Have you checked everything in your mouth, it's not poisonous?" Take a pill!"

The guard, "I have checked everything according to the command of the governor, there is nothing, it doesn't look like a dead soldier."

"Yeah" Fu Huan turned his head, stretched out his hand to take off the cloth strip stuffed in the man's mouth, threw the thing in his hand under the surprised gaze of the other party, pulled out the other dagger at his waist, and laid it on the man's side On the neck, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you row here?"

Fu Huan chuckled again, and didn't intend to wait for anyone to answer. He pressed the cold dagger down on his own, and a light bloodstain appeared on the man's neck in an instant. It must have hurt from eating. The man instinctively pulled his neck in the other direction.

Fu Huan looked at the bulging veins on his neck, and opened his mouth quietly, "This dagger will cut your flesh, and the blood wrapped in it will spurt out, and you..."

"You will slowly watch your blood spray from here to there, your blood will stain the whole room, and leave beautiful blood flowers everywhere, you...finally...what will it look like when your blood runs out What about..."

The tone was so cool that everyone present except her shuddered.

Fu Huan continued to stare at the man without squinting, but moved the dagger to the front of his neck. Under the burning gaze of the other party, she suddenly smiled, only to hear her open her mouth and ask: "I know what will happen if you draw it here?" ?"

The man shook his head instinctively, not wanting to cut his neck along the edge of the dagger, but cut a mouth that was not too big or small.

Fu Huan changed the direction of the dagger, facing him with the tip pointing down, "I..."

"My lord, let me tell you, I'll tell you everything you ask me... just don't go on talking, please." The man swallowed suddenly, his neck leaned back against the pillar, his eyes slanted down, and he tightened his eyes. Watching every move of the dagger.

"Huh?" Fu Huan raised his eyes, "What do I want to ask you?"

"My lord?" The people on the pillar were about to cry, "I'm just a little guy, it doesn't matter, you don't need to dirty your hands because of me."

"Really, I'll tell you whatever you ask." The man just wanted to nod his head to prove his determination, but was forced by the dagger, and finally he could only stiffen his neck, "I started talking to you from the governor's mansion. of."

"My master just wants to know your identity, and there is absolutely no malice in it. Just let me go, really... If you can't do it, give me a good time!"

Seeing that Fu Huan was not moved, the man resigned to his fate and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting to die.

Fu Huan saw that people talked a lot like beans, but he didn't come up with any useful words from it. He waved to the people behind, "Carry it out and tie it to the training ground."

"I just want to tell them where the enemy's fatal wounds are these days. Today is just right." She wiped the blood stains on the dagger with the man's clothes, inserted it back into her waist, clapped her hands, and looked The look of wanting to show off.

"Yes." The guard who went forward to carry it suddenly looked sympathetically at the person tied to the pillar.

"My lord, I've said everything I can say, you..." Why didn't you spare me!

Fu Huan glanced at him, silently took out the leaf-shaped iron plate, and shook it in front of him, "In your opinion, this is not yours?"

As soon as the man's eyes touched the sign, his eyes darkened for a moment, his lips moved for a long time, but he didn't speak any more.

Fu Huan raised his eyebrows and decided to give him a chance, "Who is your master?"

"... "

The man moved his body, but without making a sound, he lowered his head again as if accepting his fate.

The guard carrying the man saw him, stopped his movements, and glanced at Fu Huan.

Fu Huan raised his hand and sighed, indicating to continue.

If you don't want to say it, there is a problem.

He started to follow from the general manager's mansion, and followed him fearlessly all the way to the barracks guard.

Thinking about it carefully, the accent doesn't seem to be from the capital.

Could it be…

Fu Huan secretly suppressed the answer in his heart.

He picked up the black cat that had rubbed against his feet, and followed him up.

As soon as she brought people to the training ground here, someone informed her that there were guests looking for her at the gate of the barracks.

Helpless, Fu Huan could only put down the long sword in his hand.Go to the gate.

It was a man.

Not very familiar, or unfamiliar, because she didn't even have the slightest impression.

She was dressed in gorgeous brocade and jade robes, with a folding fan in her hand, and a crown on her head, followed by two or three servants with unkind faces.

It just doesn't fit here.

Fu Huan didn't remember what he had done, but instinctively kept a distance from him, and asked from a distance, "What's the matter?"

"Bold, you are so impolite when you meet Lord Qi..." A young man next to him stared with angry eyes, before he could say a few words, he was blocked by the so-called King Qi with a paper fan.

Qi Dynasty looked at Fu Huan and nodded apologetically, and smiled apologetically, "Fu Dudu, the servants are blind, don't take it for granted."

Fu Huan twitched his lips, shook his head, looked at the master and servant singing together, and asked patiently: "Since it is Prince Qi, he is not resting in the mansion, so he came here today, what's the matter?"

This King Qi, when the first emperor was still alive in the early years, was more popular than the current His Majesty, and he was also the one who competed most fiercely with him.

But now, the power has dissipated, there are vacancies, and he was imprisoned in the capital by his former brothers. Looking at the moment, he is on guard.

He and the King of Min'an, one was demoted to the south of the Yangtze River, and the other was not allowed to leave Beijing for life.

"There are indeed some things." He folded the fan, smashed it on the palm of his hand, and sighed annoyedly, "There is a servant in the family, who didn't know what happened, and broke into the governor's place..."