illegitimate child

The prime minister's mansion and the general's mansion are located at the two ends of Zhuque Street. Fu Qiuchi followed the good-looking young master Luo for most of the night, and even found a hidden place to change out of his outfit. At the time of the mansion, a few gleams of light had penetrated the black curtain of the sky.

Fu Qiuchi was familiar with his own family, so he didn't bother to call the door. He found a slightly lower fence, stepped back a few steps, and landed lightly on the fence with one hand in a dive.

Before he could catch his breath, a voice came from behind, "My lord, the master said he was waiting for you in the study."

The sound was very close.

Fu Qiuchi, who was already guilty, was taken aback. He turned his head stiffly, and saw a servant standing behind him at some point. He had a square face, round nose, and thick lips. He had never seen him before but was familiar. Before he could get to the bottom of who this young man was and why he was waiting for him under the corner, Fu Qiuchi, who had acted as a thief, uttered a few short syllables from his throat to show that he knew.

He just wanted to get rid of this boy quickly.

Fu Qiuchi arrived at the door of the study that the boy said with anxious and hurried steps.

The candles in the study room were brightly lit. He took a deep breath, checked his thoughts on the road again in his mind to make sure there were no mistakes, and just about to knock on the door with his fingers curled up, a majestic male voice sounded.

"Come in."

The tone was flat, but through the bright candlelight and the thick curtain, Fu Qiuchi was forced to feel two points of anger. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, he withdrew the hand that was about to knock on the door, closed his eyes and pushed the door open as if resigned to his fate.

Fu Chengxiang's study is in a square pattern, and there are antique shelves against the wall, on which are placed many rare treasures in order of height.

The interior walls are light blue, and the craftsmen with outstanding craftsmanship have carved lifelike cranes on the walls with whimsy, either flapping their wings to fly, or sleeping in trees, with different expressions, all of which are vivid.

Fu Qiuchi walked in a few steps on the left hand side of the door, and there was a desk made of red sandalwood, with thick official documents stacked on it. Fu Chengxiang was wearing casual clothes, sitting behind the desk, flipping through the official documents in his hand, and using a Chinese ink pen from time to time. Circle twice.

He was about 30 years old, and his appearance was [-]% similar to that of Fu Qiuchi. If Fu Qiuchi was a piece of uncut jade, then Prime Minister Fu was the finest jade.

At a young age, he is the prime minister with a sharp edge, but he does not have the sense of oppression as a superior, and has an easy-going temperament.

As soon as Fu Qiuchi entered the door, it was as if the pause button had been pressed. He kept his head bowed and remained motionless. He was afraid of his father since he was a child. It's not that he was a dutiful son under the stick. Prime Minister Fu never did anything to him, but All he needs is a non-salty and eye-catching look to scare the crap out of Mr. Yu, who is praised by everyone in Shangjing.

The study room was lit with a slightly pungent peppermint incense, and Fu Qiuchi broke out in a cold sweat. After rehearsing a hundred times in his mind the reasons for not returning home all night, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. .

"Then Song San saw you?" Fu Chengxiang finally put down the official documents he was looking at, and opened his mouth mercifully.

"Father, why are you..." Fu Qiuchi raised his head, the rhetoric he was thinking was useless, not only did his father know that he didn't return all night, he even knew where and what he did, let alone who he was with said.

Fu Qiuchi opened his mouth, and finally swallowed all his excuses, "I didn't see it, my son is wearing a face towel." He claimed to be smart, and thought that his private relationship with Luo Jinnian was perfect, but he didn't expect that he was just being smart.

"Remember, you haven't seen the Luo family's son tonight, let alone Song San," Fu Chengxiang looked at his son and said.

"But," Fu Qiuchi suddenly raised his head, but met a pair of cold eyes, and suddenly he couldn't say the rest.

"Come here and let me see if you haven't missed your homework recently," Fu Chengxiang looked away.

Fu Qiuchi has not yet recovered from the shock that his father knew that he was dealing with the son of a political opponent. On the one hand, he still has to figure out how to let Luo Jinnian know about it, and on the other hand, he has to deal with Fu Chengxiang's school examination. The heart is divided into three parts, so naturally nothing can be done well.

As if aware of his son's absent-mindedness, Fu Chengxiang asked more and more tricky questions. He didn't stop until Fu Qiuchi's temples were wet with cold sweat. He glanced at Fu Qiuchi, and he didn't say whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied. Tone, waved his hand, meaning let him back down.

But Fu Qiuchi was stunned by this sigh, he was not afraid that his father would scold him, but he was afraid that his father would not say anything.

He bowed and took his leave. When he reached the door, Prime Minister Fu suddenly said, "Qiuchi, you have to have a degree in everything." His voice was hoarse and tired.

Fu Qiuchi smelled the refreshing peppermint incense again. Looking back, it was the bright candlelight and Prime Minister Fu looking through the official documents again.

He suddenly felt sour at the corners of his eyes. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Prime Minister Fu and General Luo were political enemies, and Fu Qiuchi naturally knew it well, and he was secretly dating the son of his political opponent without telling his father. Unconsciously, right now it seems that he is just relying on his father's favor to do whatever he wants.

"Everything must be done in moderation." Fu Qiuchi went back to his courtyard after silently reciting these words.

After wandering around the room a few times, he finally gritted his teeth and took out a piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and wrote a line of characters, put it in a bamboo tube and sealed it with wax paint. Half a quarter of an hour later, a carrier pigeon flew from an inconspicuous corner of the prime minister's mansion with its wings fluttering. out.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Enter."

Prime Minister Fu asked without raising his head, "Did the news go out?"

In the study stood the young man who had just delivered the message. He was holding a pigeon in his left hand, clipping the pigeon's wings backwards, and holding a waxed bamboo tube in his right hand. Hearing this, he stepped forward and handed over the bamboo tube respectfully.

Fu Chengxiang took it open with one hand and took out the rice paper, unfolded it, chuckled, and read aloud, "Fu Chengxiang wants to make a fuss about what happened with Song San today, and the purpose is to be a consul in the Privy Council, so be careful."

"This kid doesn't even call him daddy." Fu Chengxiang said with a smile.

"He's a smart one."

"Laifu, prepare the car and go to Anle Palace."

A bullock cart drove out of the prime minister's mansion in the dark.

Anle Palace, waiting room.

King An Le sat sleepily at the main seat, forced a two-point smile on his face, and whoever was dragged from the concubine's belly early in the morning would not be very happy to deal with an old fox.

"Why does Fu Xiang have time today to think of Xiao Wang? There is a new batch of high-quality Longjing tea in Xiao Wang's mansion. I have heard about Fu Xiangxi tea for a long time. Didn't I get the news and come here to ask for a cup of tea?" An Le Wang said with a smile.

Fu Chengxiang sat next to him, picked up the tea cup and sniffed lightly, and said with a smile, "My lord's tea is really rare in the world, today is considered a blessing."

Putting down the teacup, he said casually: "I heard that the third son of the prince's mansion was attacked by unknown gangsters, and now he is lying on the bed without knowing whether he is alive or dead?"

King Anle snorted coldly in his heart, what kind of villain, everyone in Shangjing knows who beat Song San.The old fox suddenly mentioned this, maybe the purpose is not simple, the reason for the fight is probably to drag him into the water and fight that reckless Luo Qingshan.

Everyone knows that the eyeballs of his two factions in the court are about to come out. He, an idle prince with no real power, dares to get involved in this matter, let alone an insignificant bastard being beaten, even if it was him instead. The eldest son of the family, he, King An Le, really didn't dare to do anything.

King Anle laughed, "You little bastards who don't have eyes, let's stop talking about this."

Prime Minister Fu did not force himself to follow his will and turned the conversation. From the situation in other countries to places of interest, the two looked like close friends.

King Anle played with the jade wrench in his hand. He squinted his eyes and looked at Prime Minister Fu who was talking eloquently. He was a little uncertain what this old fox was here for. Lean on the hall.

Fu Chengxiang refilled his second cup of tea. He glanced at the sky outside and sighed, "My lord is really well-informed, but it's a pity that I stayed here for too long."

An Le Wang heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled sincerely, "Haha, Xiao Wang also has more to say, and he wants to stay with the Prime Minister to talk at night by candlelight, but the Prime Minister has a lot of work, and Xiao Wang dare not force him to stay."

Fu Chengxiang got up and closed his head slightly, cupped his hands and said: "I'm bothering the prince, I will take my leave first."

King An Le hurriedly got up to return the gift, "Prime Minister Fu will be able to visit the humble house to make it flourish." He rushed to the servant waiting behind him and said, "Pack up all the dragon wells from the mansion and send them to the prime minister's mansion."

All the way, King An Le personally sent this honored guest to the gate of the palace. The servants at the gate had already lifted the curtain of the ox cart, and Prime Minister Fu suddenly said: "Now it seems that he intends to choose some heirs."

As soon as the nonsensical words were finished, Fu Chengxiang got into the bullock cart, and the servants lowered the curtains. It was still early in the day. Xuanwu Street was full of people, and the bullock cart swayed away. The slightly cold autumn wind rolled up the residual leaves, which were crushed by the wheels .

The jade wrench in King Anle's hand fell to the ground with a click, and the bones rolled away. Seeing this, the servants around him rushed to catch up and picked up the jade wrench, wiped it clean with their inner clothes, and offered it with both hands.

"What did the doctor say about Xiaosan?"

The servant was very surprised, why did the prince suddenly think of himself as a concubine who was not valued, and said truthfully: "I heard from the doctor that the third son may face trouble in the future, but his life is safe."

Disfigured, unable to die.

"But I don't look very good. My poor San'er is only so old." An Le Wang said quietly.

"My lord, the doctor said that the third son can recover after half a month of training, you don't need much..."

Halfway through the speech, the servant suddenly looked up at King An Le as if he had forgotten his dignity, and met a pair of dark eyes, in which frightening flames danced.

The servant understood in an instant, and he lowered his head again, his hands trembling imperceptibly, "My lord, the third son is probably not well."

King An Le nodded, and left without taking back the jade wrench, hissing and sighing.

Holding the weighty jade finger in his hand, the servant retracted his tingling arm and put the jade finger into his sleeve until the prince's back was out of sight.

There was also a piece of jade pendant of high quality in the sleeve, and the two touched each other softly, and the servant remembered that the birth mother of the third son brought this jade pendant to look for him last night, hoping that he would say a few words in front of the prince, so that The prince remembered that he also had a wounded son.

The servant took the jade pendant out of his sleeve to examine it, and found that there were a few cracks on it at some point, and said to himself: "It doesn't matter if it's broken, or it's broken, it's hot to hold."