I refuse this box lunch

Fuhe found that Gu Xincheng was a thug and held grudges.

If you were angry with him before, you have to find a way to make up for it later.

With that unpredictable expression, it seemed that he had really learned some key information from An Taifu, and he had already begun to doubt his true identity.

This is the sequelae of OOC.

But it doesn't matter, Fuhe calls himself an "old senior", so how could he be stumped by this little accident.

He was still as stable as an old dog on the surface, but he asked the system anxiously in his heart: "Is this guy trying to deceive me?"

The cool voice of the system is calm: "The hero and Taifu An did meet, but the specific content of the conversation is protected by privacy, and the host has no right to know. It's time to dig out the hidden information in the hidden plot. This is Your chance to rise as cannon fodder."

It took out what Fu Wo had said before, and immediately convinced him.

Fu Wo simulated a finger snapping in his mind: "That's right. The world hasn't collapsed, so the problem is not too big."

As a result, a cheerful and bright smile slowly bloomed on the young man's face, and Fuhe softened his voice: "Longnan is very good, if you want to visit the mountains and rivers while visiting, you can definitely choose me as a guide, it will definitely not be a loss. The rosy clouds in Hegou Canyon and the pleasant caves in Tianchi Lake are all good places and scenery, and I am familiar with them.”

Gu Xincheng's eyes swept over his smooth and flushed cheeks, still in that slow manner: "Do you dare to have fun while doing business?"

"Dare not dare." Fuhe smiled hippie, "In terms of courage, I am absolutely inferior to you, but you are a person who can not even pay attention to the holy edict." The agreed face wall, slip away as soon as you want, as expected It's you.

"Okay. Don't be silly." Gu Xincheng glanced at him, "Go back and get ready. We can leave early tomorrow morning."

Fuhe had nothing to prepare for, his food and clothing depended entirely on his employer, and he could just take someone along, so he said very bachelorly: "Then I will wash myself, and I will get in the car tomorrow."

Gu Xincheng seemed to hesitate for a moment: "It's good to know."

He saw tears flickering in the corners of the eyes of the person in front of him, and said impatiently, "I still have business to deal with, if you have nothing to do, just leave."

Really irritable.

Fuhe secretly slandered him, for the sake of his good looks, he didn't care about it.

After yawning and attacking again and again, he couldn't hold it anymore, and said with tears in his eyes, "Then I will take my leave now."

After nightfall, frost fell in Gu's house, and Rongrong lights were lit on both sides of the road, illuminating the goose eggs all over the ground with warm light.

After he left, Gu Xincheng was left alone in the room to sit quietly, the ink solidified into drops on the tip of the pen, and finally smashed down hard, staining a good paper for no reason.

The man came back to his senses, staring at the black stain on his fingertips and unconsciously frowned, crumpled up the waste paper and threw it into the wastebasket. After a while, he called for the maid who was serving in Fuhe Courtyard.

That night, another pot of delicious and rare soup was boiled on the Gu's kitchen, and then it appeared on Fuhe's table the next day.

He drank the soup happily, and commented with the system in his heart: "The boss is grand."

The system agreed: "The hero's demeanor. His three views are upright, his facial features are good, and he's nothing more than a top match in a small world."

Fuhe thought for a while, but he still had something to say: "Not necessarily. Where is the difference between the male second? In some worlds, the two can be evenly divided. What's more, the male second, as Bai Yueguang, died Then it's the male lead's turn to play the leading role."

The system also found itself losing its rigor: "That's right, you'll know when you see it later."

A corner of the palace.

A maid in a lotus-colored fleece turned a corner of the small hall, lowered her eyebrows and bowed around several low walls, avoided the open avenue, and took the way from a quiet winding path. After a long while, she finally stopped at a A deserted palace with no one in it.

The stone was knocked lightly three times and twice hard on the side of the small door. After repeated three times, a thin crack slowly appeared from the window where the daily meal was served, revealing a pair of dull and cloudy eyes.

Those were the eyes of an old woman.

The palace maid looked around, lowered her head cautiously, and asked, "During the year of Deyuan, you went on tour with the new emperor, which one did you go to?"

Her tone was weird, neither yin nor yang: "Think about it, you answered well, there is a noble person who wants to help you leave the palace to reunite with your siblings in Huzhou."

The eyes of the old woman in the gap rolled slowly, and after a long time, she opened her mouth, revealing a terrifying empty mouth.

Her face was wrinkled, and the corners of her mouth moved with a look of pain.

The maid was not surprised when she saw it, she just took out a small piece of burnt black charcoal and threw it in with a piece of silk cloth: "You still have your hands and feet, if you don't use your mouth, give me an answer. "

The old woman bent down, and sure enough, she held the charcoal pencil in her mouth, and spread the silk cloth out with great effort.

The palace maid looked around, ignored her for a while, went around for a while, and came back, with her orchid finger, pulled out the messy silk cloth from the depths, unfolded it for a glance, and immediately put it back into her inner garment without any hesitation.

The old woman knelt down on the ground, with snot and tears all over her face, she couldn't stop kowtowing, and said "woo woo" indistinctly.

The palace maid yelled at her sharply: "It's a worthless thing. After a while, better days will come. Be safe and be honest, and wait for my news."

Sure enough, the old woman didn't dare to pester her any more, she walked away crookedly, her back was extremely gloomy.

A hint of sadness flashed across the maid's face: Who would have thought that this woman who was able to travel south with Emperor Fan Xing was also a famous beauty?

She touched her waist unconsciously with her palm, and murmured: "Pingji... Ji's family."

The cart that drove out from the small gate of Gu's Mansion was full of lame melon and vegetable leaves, which were transported out by special personnel and discarded.

After all, it is Ji's in-laws, and even the waste that is disposed of every day is a good thing that ordinary people outside can't see.

Melons specially provided in the Western Regions, off-season vegetables cultivated in greenhouses.

Although the nobles in the mansion don't need it, everyone can still watch the situation and get some cheap money when the man who pushes the cart is gone.People in Gu's house never came forward to stop them, which was regarded as a tacit attitude.

It's just that today's melons and vegetables seem to be more wilted?

No matter, it's a good thing, go back and give it to the mother-in-law and kid to taste.

Fuhe knew that without a mouthful of good soup and rice, it was nothing.

He was buried under the emerald green for a long time, and when he finally breathed out, he was pulled over by someone: "Let's go!"

The two left quickly and quickly hid in the crowd.

Fuhe ran too fast, choked for a moment, leaned against the corner of the wall and coughed non-stop, turned his gaze, and caught a glimpse of the culprit standing beside him with arms folded.

Gu Xincheng was dressed in civilian clothes and an old bamboo hat, but he still did not conceal his demeanor.

With a straight face, while waiting for Fuhe to slowly adjust, he bought a bowl of rough pear soup from a roadside vendor, and silently handed it to the young man.

Fuhe frowned, his forehead was soaked in sweat, his throat was itchy, he didn't care about Sanqi 21, and took two gulps first.

It was surprisingly sweet.

Gu Xincheng waited for him to finish drinking, stepped forward and said: "Return the bowl to the boss." He walked away like a real boss.

No money was given.

Fowle paused, smiled apologetically at the stall owner, and was about to untie something from his waist, when the stall owner waved his hands repeatedly and smiled happily: "Old customer, how can you pay for it for a whole year?" Pay again?"

Ganqing is a VIP.

Fuhe didn't care, and continued to keep up with the big boss.

They were one in front of the other, neither far nor close to each other. When they reached a rare place, they saw a luxurious carriage parked on the slope from a distance.

There are complete grooms and servants, as if you are really going to visit the mountains and rivers.

Gu Xincheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head to Fu He and said meaningfully: "Master, please?"