major general

"You've eaten three bowls of rice. After a while, the store's or mine?"

Bunle propped up his cheeks and said.

Sun Yu'er glared at him, hiccupped, and said, "You're not allowed to invite me, what are you talking about?"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, why are you so fierce today." Wen Le said, looking around and asked, "Why don't you see Zhang Lie? You two usually stay together, why, did you quarrel?"

"Don't mention him to me!"

Really quarrel.

Wen Le quickly calmed him down, and after half an hour of coaxing Sun Yu'er to tell the truth.

"...Tell me, I was just playing with this little temper. It's been two days, and he hasn't come to see me even once!"

Wen Le frowned and said, "There is something strange about this."

Sun Yu'er blinked while clutching the chicken leg, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Le nodded, not wanting to say too much, he pulled the rice from the corner of Sun Yu'er's mouth, and said, "Leave it to me, I'll go over the wall to see him at night."

"Okay! You teach him a lesson for me!" Sun Yu'er said, fisting her fists, and added after a long while, "The last time I played my temper was my fault, so you apologize for me too."

Bunle laughed and ruffled his tied hair.

The moon is dark and the wind kills the night.

Wen Le changed into black clothes, avoided Si Zhu and went out of the courtyard, carefully preparing to avoid the hidden guards in the mansion.

"Where is this going?"

Bunraku was startled, and looked into the dark corner.

Fu Xiaoyu sat there holding a jug of wine, looking puzzled.

"I have something to do, I'll be back in a while."

Fu Xiaoyu stepped forward to stop Wen Le, and said, "I haven't passed the door yet, are you thinking about climbing the wall?"

Wen Le stared wide-eyed and said, "Who climbed the wall?!"

Fu Xiaoyu pointed to the wall next to him, and said, "Aren't you climbing a wall?"

"Keep your voice down!" Wen Le lowered his voice, looked around, and said, "Yu'er said that something is wrong with Zhang Lie recently, I want to visit his house."

"Do you have to go in the middle of the night?"

"The situation in Zhang Lie's mansion is complicated. It's not as safe as us. It's safer to sneak in."

Seeing Fu Xiaoyu nodding, Wen Le heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then I'll go."

"Wait!"

"What's wrong again!"

With bright eyes, Fu Xiaoyu said, "I want to go too!"

Wen Le wished he could kick him, and said, "You don't even know martial arts, what the hell!"

"I'm in a guild."

"...You're a man, can you stop talking to each other every time?"

Fu Xiaoyu didn't care about these things, she hugged Wen Le's waist, her eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily handsome under the moonlight.

"Sanggong, I haven't tried to fly yet, can you take me to fly once?"

The moon was tightly covered by black clouds, which laid a very solid foundation for the burning, killing and looting.

The two of them landed on the wall of Zhang Lie's courtyard gate, seeing Fu Xiaoyu hugging her tightly, Wen Le felt a little bit protective.

He was shorter than Fu Xiaoyu by more than a head, and Fu Xiaoyu took care of him on weekdays, but the sudden change of roles between the two made Wen Le feel quite novel.

After the two looked around, they entered the courtyard gate.

As soon as the door was opened, a vigilant voice came from inside and asked: "I don't know who it is, there is nothing in this room that can be stolen except pens, ink, paper and inkstones. I advise you to leave as soon as possible."

Wen Le pulled Fu Xiaoyu into the room, closed the door, and said, "It's me."

After lighting the lamp, Wen Le looked at Zhang Lie on the bed, frowned, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Lie was already thin, but this time he was even more sick.The flesh on both sides of the cheeks has gone down, and the whole person is lifeless, and now he is panting badly when he sits up.

Fu Xiaoyu stepped forward, felt his pulse, and said: "There is nothing wrong with the body, but the anger is too strong, and people are a little weak."

Zhang Lie knew what they were here for, and struggled to sit up.

After a while, Fu Xiaoyu's face turned ashen.

The prime minister's tricks, the matter of Chunwei, played tricks on him, Fu Xiaoyu.

"Is that how you recognize it?"

Zhang Lie lowered his head, and said after a while, "My mother was taken away by them."

The woman who was always dressed in the most gaudy clothes and was the most shameless, kowtowed to the point of passing out because of her son's official career.When the prime minister was about to leave, he asked someone to take her away as well.

Zhang Wenmo, as Li's husband, dare not say a single big word.

Wen Le frowned tightly. He bears the name of the grandson of General Zhen Guo, but it is his ancestor who the emperor fears, and it will never be him.This matter involves Chunwei, once it is involved, it is impossible to say whether it will involve Zhang Lie within the Nine Clans, regardless of the prime minister's family.

Fu Xiaoyu is different, he has absolute control over the Imperial College, if he makes a move...

Wen Le pursed her lips, and quietly took a look at Fu Xiaoyu.

Fu Xiaoyu happened to be looking at him, her eyes fluttering, as if she had seen through what Wen Le was thinking.Bunle suddenly turned his head away, the roots of his ears were as red as bloodshot.

"The matter of Chunwei is very involved. One shot can move the whole body. Prime Minister Zhang also made up his mind. This is the honor of the clan. You dare not contend with him alone."

Hearing Fu Xiaoyu's words, Zhang Lie nodded with a wry smile.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at him, Zhang Lie was a man with seven apertures and a delicate heart, he was indeed an official.Because of this, he is more aware of the darkness in the officialdom, and it is absolutely impossible to bring down Prime Minister Zhang and his own grandfather by himself, let alone risk his life to gamble.

I only gave up after seeing it clearly, but I still hate it in my heart.

So when I got seriously ill, I couldn't even get out of bed.

Fu Xiaoyu lowered her eyes, and after a while, she said: "Prime Minister Zhang wants to buy and sell officials, I can turn a blind eye to them, it's all his own business anyway. It's absolutely wrong, it shouldn't be for the sake of That 'the name is just and right', use your brain to move to me."

Zhang Lie raised his head violently, and stared at him with Wen Le beside him.

Fu Xiaoyu took the jade bone fan, tapped on the palm of his hand, and said, "I will make the decision for you."

Zhang Lie's eyes were red, he got out of bed with trembling hands, and bowed to Fu Xiaoyu.

Wen Le wanted to stop him, but was held down by Fu Xiaoyu, who shook his head.

He, Fu Xiaoyu dared to admit it, so naturally he could bear this obeisance.What's more, if Zhang Lie were not allowed to bow this time, I'm afraid it would be even more difficult.

Before leaving, Fu Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Lie who was lying on the bed, still in pain, but with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and said: "Pampas grass climbs a rock, no matter how tough it is, it still depends on others."

Zhang Lie's pupils constricted, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Master for teaching."

The night is charming, and Jinlin City is very quiet at night.Lanterns were lit in front of the big door, and only this light could allow people to see the way home.

Come back home.

Fu Xiaoyu's arms around Wen Le tightened for a moment, and her fingers rubbed against the other's round shoulders.

Home, that is his and Wenle's home in the future.

The white boots fell on the ground and splashed dust, Wen Le patted them nonchalantly, and said, "I'm going back to rest."

Fu Xiaoyu reached out to grab him, grabbed his wrist, and asked, "Are you leaving now?"

Wen Le squinted at him, and asked, "Recite the Thirteen Classics for you again?"

Fu Xiaoyu smirked, the fool still remembers grudges.

In class before, Fu Xiaoyu saw Princess Pingge pestering Wenle to ask questions. He was not happy for a while, so he ordered Wenle to recite the "Thirteen Classics".

Wen Le recently received a military book from his brother, so he didn't have the time to memorize those sour books, and he stumbled and read for a long time, which made the whole class laugh.

Later, he was forced to stay in the hall, even Fu Xiaoyu sent someone to deliver snacks and made tea himself, but Wen Le's tense little face couldn't be relaxed.

"Today Yu is taking care of your friend."

Mentioning this, Bunle relaxed a little, and asked, "How are you doing?"

Fu Xiaoyu looked around and whispered something to Wen Le.

Wen Le raised his eyes to stare at him, and shouted: "It's useless to read the books of sages! You're a prodigal son!"

Fu Xiaoyu shook her fan and said: "Fianced couples, no, fiancee's love is hard to control, so what if they performed the ceremony of Duke Zhou in advance?"

Wen Le gritted his teeth and looked at him, but felt that the smiling face was disgusting no matter how you looked at it, and asked muttering: "Then, if I don't listen to you, you won't help Zhang Lie?"

After all, it's a child's heart, no matter how mature it is, it's hard to hide this cute attitude.

Fu Xiaoyu felt soft-hearted, put his arms around Wen Le's shoulders, and said in a low voice: "If you don't listen... naturally I will help him for you, so I can't see you like this."

Wen Le looked at him and asked, "What does it look like?"

Fu Xiaoyu didn't answer, but bowed and hugged him horizontally, and walked into her room.

Ma Cheng had heard the movement of the two of them a long time ago, and hid far away, for fear of offending the master, there was still a bathtub in the room, and the water in it was still warm.

Wen Le had never been hugged like this since she left her parents, her face was flushed red, and she was about to kick Fu Xiaoyu's face.

Fu Xiaoyu tilted his head, the tassels on the white boots brushed against his face, making his heart itch even more.

"Be good, if you move around again, I will really bully you."

Wen Le angrily ignored him, turned around and climbed onto his bed.

Everyone in Jinlin City knew that Master Jijiu, Ai Jie, once got his boots wet because of the rain, so he sent someone to the palace to tell him not to go to the early court.

Wen Le went out for a day and didn't wash up until now, just jumped onto Fu Xiaoyu's bed in such a sloppy manner, wanting to see what he could do.

Fu's mansion is really rich and powerful, the yard is a bit small, and the objects inside are all the same as what Fu Xiaoyu enjoyed in Fu's mansion.Under the bed was a soft and comfortable thick mattress. Bunraku, who was used to sleeping on a wooden bed, felt as if she was trapped in some cloud, and her body became limp.

In a daze, someone took off his boots, and his clothes were the same.

The awareness of vigilance cultivated at the border dissipated immediately, and he smelled the strong ink fragrance on the opponent's body. It was bitter at first, and then he could feel the fragrance.

Everyone in the world said that Lord Jijiu was ruthless, lustless, and extremely talented, but they didn't know that his tenderness was only for specific people.

Wen Le was very sleepy, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and when he looked up, he could only see Fu Xiaoyu sitting on the couch washing his feet.

There was a candle on the table, and the flame flickered slightly through the open window.

Fu Xiaoyu's hair was partly undone, as if he was repairing an ancient book seriously.His face is like a crown of jade, and the tails of his eyes are raised up. He looks like a fairy made of jade, making people look down on him.

Wen Le thought in his heart that what he said about marriage back then was just nonsense, he was still young and couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that there was hidden in those sour poems that made people haggard for Yi Xiao. Acacia.

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