Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Someone wants to ask anyone in Beijing: "Who is the popular person next to the Holy One?"

The answer must be the same: "Fu Yanhou Yingxi."

Since Emperor Qing handed over the affairs of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs to Wensheng, the number of times the word Fuyanhou has been discussed in the public has increased significantly.

It must be a good thing for Wen Sheng to be in charge of the criminal department, which means that he finally has the opportunity to review the old case.Although you can't rush for a while, you can make plans for the future.

While hearing the sound is highly sought after, many controversial voices are gradually spreading in the city——

There are many rights and titles, and he is still the confidant of the Holy One.Many people feel that Wen Sheng's current situation is very similar to that of a powerful official who was copied before.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the atrium of the main courtyard of the Taifu Mansion, under a pink and white begonia tree in full bloom, Song Fuling's comfortable laughter sounded: "Interesting, what did they say... The Holy One wants to support you to become another Duke of Ling? Haha..."

Song Fuling's complexion now is much better than before, without the smile after being sick and weak, it is not much worse than the begonia on top of her head.

"Don't tell me, your current situation is indeed very similar. You have the right to be a noble, isn't it just another Duke of Ling?"

Wen Sheng was a little helpless at his joke: "I am not the Duke of Ling, nor will I become the second Duke of Ling."

After a pause, he said: "This kind of rumor is obviously fueled by someone behind the scenes, so it needs to be suppressed."

Song Fuling's smile didn't diminish: "It's not just that, some people have asked me to come to Yihetang, wanting to use my Japanese classics to make a fuss."

Hearing the sound, he picked a crabapple: "What do you say?"

"What else can I say? Of course I call back!"

Hearing the sound of sniffing flowers, his hand paused slightly: "It's not right."

"Don't worry, Yihetang has been in business for many years, and I have never paid attention to the news delivered to my door."

Song Fuling raised her hand and picked one, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly: "In a few days, other interesting things will cover it up. However, in order not to attract attention, this interesting thing has to have something to do with you."

Wen Sheng didn't care: "Well, it's up to you."

After saying that, she was about to throw away the flower branch in her hand, but Song Fuling raised her hand to stop her: "Hey, wait a minute."

"how?"

"This flower is not used for that." Song Fuling took the flower branch in his hand, a cunning flashed in his eyes, "Brother, come here with your ears, and I'll tell you."

"..." Wen Sheng saw through his thoughts at a glance, and looked away with a wooden face: "I still have to go back to practice arrows, so let's go first."

"elder brother!"

Before he could turn around, there was a tug at the cuff. Hearing the sound, he subconsciously turned around, and saw Song Fuling immediately retracted his hand.

"and also……"

Hearing the rest of the words, Song Fuling suddenly swallowed it back because of Song Fuling's one move——Song Fuling actually pinned the flower on her head.

Song Fuling, who used to be elegant, elegant, dignified and dignified, is made even more beautiful by this blooming crabapple.The man in the car seat had clear eyes and a smile like water.

It's a pity that standing in front of him was Wen Sheng who was as cold as ice: "What are you doing?"

When going to Beijing, it was common for people to pursue male and female prostitutes. There were not many pedestrians wearing red hairpins and flowers on the streets. Especially during the New Year, almost everyone would put one or two gorgeous decorations on their heads, thinking it was elegant.

However, these things are not in the aesthetic point of hearing the sound.He frowned slightly: "Don't imitate those dudes, wait for your legs to heal later, and then I'll take you to Dongshan Temple Square to play football."

The implication is to ask Song Fuling to do more physical exercise and stop those arty and useless things.

Song Fuling caught the flash of surprise on Wen Sheng's face, probably thinking that Wen Sheng was admonishing him, she hurriedly pulled out the flowers on her head and threw them on the ground, she lowered her eyes and remained silent for a while.

Wen Sheng didn't reprimand him much at all, but now seeing Song Fuling's guilty conscience, he couldn't bear to say anything serious.

Thinking of little Fusang's usual reaction after doing something wrong, Wen Sheng tried to use the same method, patted Song Fuling's head: "It's getting late, you should stay a little longer by yourself, go in earlier."

"En." Song Fuling muffled in response.

Hearing the sound, he should have thought that he was still angry, and after thinking for a while, he said, "When are you going to go to the hot spring? Why don't I take you there."

"Tomorrow." Song Fuling raised her head and said cautiously, "I've gone all the way, so we can soak together by the way?"

Seeing that she was about to refuse again, Song Fuling said in a hurry: "You promised me before that you can't go to Shangsi Temple, but you can soak in Tangquan!"

Hearing the sound and thinking about it, it really happened, he opened his mouth and had to agree: "Okay."

After Wen Sheng left, how could there be any trace of sadness on Song Fuling's face?He even couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "Hahaha... hard-spoken and soft-hearted, it really is brother..."

After saying that, he raised his hand and picked another branch and put it on his head. He raised his voice and called Tang San to bring the bronze mirror, looked at him a few times and said to himself: "Where is the dude? It's obviously Fengya..."

When Tang San heard the words, he covered his mouth and turned aside.

Different from Song Fuling's relaxed attitude, when he heard the sound, he returned to the Hou Mansion with a rare seriousness on his face.

He was still thinking about what happened in Taifu's mansion just now.

But before he could figure it out, he raised his head and caught a familiar figure at the corner of the corridor.Hearing the sound, he paused: "Ji Han?"

After turning the corner, there was no movement, and the sound slowly approached: "What are you doing back?"

As soon as these words came out, a familiar face came out from behind the pillar: "What do you think I am here? Could it be to see you? Where is the little rice bucket? Where did you hide her?"

Hearing the sound, he sized him up for a moment, and looked at Ji Han uncomfortably: "What are you looking at? Be careful to beat you!"

The more vicious he was, the more he knew he was guilty when he heard the sound: "The prince took her into the palace, and now she has become the companion of the East Palace."

"What!" Ji Han was really shocked, and stepped forward to question: "You know that kid is an awakened person, but you sent her to the tiger's mouth? Are you not afraid that the little rice bucket will suffer?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Hearing the sound hit the point: "Didn't you want her?" After saying that, he stopped looking at him and continued to the main courtyard.

"Hey! What kind of weird tone are you talking about?" Ji Han persisted, "It's as if I'm some kind of heinous villain..."

"Aren't you?" Wen Sheng gave him a meaningful look.

Ji Han should have thought of the things he did in Wangxu Realm, swallowed and said, "I'm a test rule, can I be called doing bad things? I don't care, I want to see the little idiot!"

"Give me a reason."

"I knew you wouldn't let go easily..." Ji Han hissed for a long time, then compromised after a while: "Don't you think I was reluctant to leave her last time? Give her a chance to regain my favor."

"Oh," Wen Sheng suddenly realized, and then said coldly, "That may disappoint you, she has made new friends now."

"What kind of prince are you talking about?" Ji Han did not hide the disgust in his eyes: "Is he worthy? How many is he worthy of?"

Hearing the sound, he stopped suddenly, his eyes darkened.

Ji Han took a step back when he saw him, not daring to look directly at him: "I mean matching keys, how many keys do you want to match..."

At this time, Ji Han's heart is complicated. How long ago did he still say the same in front of this person in a majestic manner? When did he start to get used to seeing this person's eyes and acting?

Just because the dog Bingcuo regained his godhead, should he obey him?Will it go back to the way it was before?

No, he is the judge, the God of Asura Myriad Realms who lives with rules and luck, so you must have a backbone!

After he figured it out, Ji Han immediately straightened his back and raised his chin slightly: "Don't think..."

Unexpectedly, these words were overshadowed by Wen Sheng's cold voice: "Ji Han."

The coercion contained in it made Ji Han suddenly forget what he was going to say: "What...what are you doing!"

"For the sake of the so-called face and self-esteem, pretending not to care, and even deliberately saying belittling and contrary words, is really disgusting." Wen Sheng's eyes seemed to have magic power, attracting Ji Han to sink in step by step.

"A person who doesn't even dare to face up to his true heart, but keeps saying that he is a high-ranking god. Leaving aside the godhead you were born with, what is left of you?"

"Oh, the godhead must never be lost." Hearing the sound, he pretended to be stunned, nodded and said, "It's just that you have no luck and toss yourself like this, where everyone shouts and beats you. Where do you have a sense of superiority?"

Ji Han opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak.

Hearing the sound, he continued: "If you allow yourself to indulge yourself like this, let alone a god, you are not even worthy of being a human being."

A stifling silence surrounded the corridors, in and out.After a while, I heard the sound and looked away: "Now I will ask you again, why did you come back?"

Ji Han blinked when he heard the words and finally came back to his senses, but he didn't speak immediately.

After a long time, he suddenly chuckled, and then said something irrelevant: "Sure enough, even you hate me, I already knew..."

Hearing the sound, he frowned: "What?"

Ji Han raised his head, and the side face was covered with a thin layer of halo by the hanging lamp on the eaves, making him look a little less conceited and a little more gentle than before.

However, his lips were tightly pursed: "Because you are the main god, everyone pursues you and pleases you. Because you hate me, everyone hates me and excludes me! I don't accept it!"

He gritted his teeth, his words were full of unwillingness.

"Is this the reason for your rebellion?" Wen Sheng asked.

"This is not rebellion! I'm reasoning with you! It's you who made me face up to my heart. Why aren't you willing to listen to me when I tell the truth?" He was as stubborn as a child fighting for reason.

The unpredictability in his heart immediately disappeared when he heard the sound, and he finally understood why Ji Han had such a self-righteous temper.

Because he is clearly still a child who doesn't understand anything.

In the past, Wen Sheng thought that Ji Han had nothing to pursue, but now he found that he had no scruples.Hearing the sound, he could guess his previous attitude towards him. He must have held a high level of tolerance and respect, so that he couldn't see his true self clearly.

To put it bluntly, it was to give Ji Han a freedom that he couldn't bear.Facts have proved that blind pampering and tolerance will only make the child useless. Ji Han is a good example.

Thinking of this, Wen Sheng sighed faintly, and the brows were also a little tired.

Ji Han didn't know why, so he continued to ask: "Hey stinky ice, why are you sighing? You haven't answered my question yet? Are you afraid to look directly into your heart?"

"..." Wen Sheng regretted what he said to him, he was just a mindless repeater.

After a while, Wen Sheng finally regained his composure: "I'll arrange other things for you when I get back to the main temple."

"Ah?" Ji Han was successfully distracted by these words: "What are you doing? You want to dismiss me as a judge?"

"No, you will know when the time comes." Wen Sheng finally brought back the original topic: "Let me ask again for the last time, what are you doing back here?"

Ji Han's eyes suddenly drifted away when he heard the words, and seeing that his patience was exhausted and he turned around to leave, he finally let out a loud voice: "Come back to make Xiaofantong happy, it was my fault for blaming her last time, and I will hit you directly if something happens..."

I didn’t go any further when I got to this point, but I turned around and didn’t want to stare at the bonsai under the eaves of the corridor as if I didn’t want to meet him, and I was a little annoyed: “So why do you have to tell the truth? It’s not happy at all... hateful!"

Hearing his muttering, his guess just now was indeed correct.In case he becomes angry from embarrassment and cannot make further progress, he can only suppress the arc of the corner of his mouth and pretend to be solemn when he hears the sound: "So? What are you going to do?"

"Take her on a cruise," Ji Han was a little impatient, "Oh, it's nothing to do with you anyway, so I'll tell you, the little rice bucket will be mine tomorrow, don't look for it if you can't find it, it's a surprise to ask!"

Wen Sheng made an appointment with Song Fuling to go to the Tangquan Hall that night, and he didn't have the time to stop him: "Be careful, come back early."

The reason why Wen Sheng explained this was because he was really worried about Ji Han's bad luck.Accidents happened frequently when he was alone with Little Fusang before, and it got better under Wen Sheng's nose during this time.

Now that he was back again, Wen Sheng couldn't help worrying about what might happen again.

With the little luck left, I heard the sound and got on the carriage to the Tangquan Clubhouse in Shapi Lane the next day.

Wen Sheng admitted that he was gambling, but Ji Han used his bad luck to prove that he was wrong.

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