Good Fortune Dictionary

The servant's legs were still trembling, and it took a lot of effort to keep his buttocks from sitting on the ground. His eyes were fixed on his toes, and sweat kept slipping from the tip of his nose, drawing a dark spot on the ground. Colored dots: "At...in the house."

"Okay." Wang Feng lifted the robe in front of him lightly, just as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the servant. The servant had just breathed a sigh of relief. He was wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and was scared to death by Wang Feng's sudden attack. His knees softened and he knelt down on the ground, looking over there tremblingly.

Wang Feng snorted coldly in a hoarse voice: "Boneless guy, go to the warehouse and collect all the money for this month and next month, and you don't have to spend it in the future."

Hearing this, the servant burst into tears, climbed a few steps on the ground and hugged Wang Feng's calf, and shouted: "Brother Xiaoxuan! It took me so much to find such a position. Let’s live on, Brother Xiaoxuan, you...Your lord has a lot, don't...don't fire me!"

"I'm not letting you go now. Could it be possible for you to turn everyone into such a first-class snobbery? I don't know how it will harm Mr. Zhu." Wang Feng's expression was very serious, but Kicking off his feet, he walked forward without looking back, even though the servant howled behind him, making him more sad than his dead father.

He walked to the location of Zhu Moyu's study with ease, and saw a servant guarding the door from a long distance away. He knew in his heart that this was the sign of Zhu Moyu in the study, and he probably held it in the study as usual. I have read the book all night, and I haven't stopped yet.

He walked over slowly, the servant guarding outside the study door heard the movement behind him, turned his head quickly, and saw the ashen-faced Wang Feng, with a look of shock on his face. Seeing Wang Feng's disgraced face was shocking.

He bowed to Wang Feng, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, why did you come back suddenly? And what's wrong with you...why is it like this..."

Wang Feng waved his hand to him, signaling him to ignore his affairs, and then asked, "Is your lord inside?"

"Yes." The servant nodded obediently, and said in a low voice, "I read the books all night again. You are not here. No matter how much I persuade him, he will not listen."

"Okay, you go back first, I have something to discuss with the adults." Wang Feng put one hand behind his back, and waved the other hand at the servant. The servant nodded obediently and took a few steps back. , and left.

Wang Feng walked outside Zhu Moyu's study and knocked lightly on the door of the study. The silence in the study was suddenly broken by the sudden knock on the door, and Zhu Moyu, who was reading seriously, trembled in shock, a little He looked towards the direction of the door displeased, and was about to say something when he saw Wang Feng's face, and stood up from the stool in shock, frowning and wondering: "Xiao... Xiaoxuan? Why are you suddenly It's here? How come..." He said, reaching out his hand to put it on Wang Feng's shoulder, but he saved his hand, but it seemed like he didn't know where to put it, and his fingers flexed , took it back again, and asked with concern: "How did it become what it is now?"

Hearing this, Wang Feng first sighed, and then his face seemed to remember something that made him extremely angry, sparks appeared in his eyes, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed heavily on the door frame beside him, uttering There was a muffled sound of "dong": "Alas! I get angry when I mention this!"

"What's the matter?" Zhu Moyu looked at him with concern, and stretched out his hand to pull him to a stool beside him to sit down. He turned his head and called the servant who was waiting at the door just now, but there was no one there. Responding, Wang Feng on the side hurriedly replied: "Just now I let him go down first."

Zhu Moyu knew that Wang Feng was a smart person, and he must have his reasons for letting this servant back down, so he didn't ask any further questions, and gave a sensible "huh", then turned around and sat down on the stool next to him Come down: "I'm sorry, I don't have any tea to entertain you here. When you go to rest later, I'm ordering my servants to bring you some food and drink. Now let's start talking about business." , why are you looking for me?"

Wang Feng rubbed his chin, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out, as if he remembered something extremely hateful: "I have decided to submit to the imperial court and help the imperial court to control Ziwei Palace."

"You..." Zhu Moyu was a little happy when he heard Wang Feng's words, but after thinking about it carefully, he became confused again, and frowned, "I know, submitting to the imperial court is tantamount to betraying the master's sect." , based on what I know about you, you will never do such a thing of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors. I want to know, did something happen? How did you become like this? "

"They are not benevolent, so you can't blame me for being unrighteous!" Wang Feng's hoarse voice could clearly hear his uncontrollable anger. He turned his head to look at Zhu Moyu suddenly, raised an eyebrow and asked, "How much did Qu Wuqing tell you about my situation?"

"He didn't say much, he just told me that you have something to do and you are leaving. By the way, he also told me that the old man you rescued from the street is the head of Ziwei Palace? As far as I know, the head of Ziwei Palace is the current national teacher...I never thought that there is actually a national teacher here in this small mansion of mine." He said, as if recalling The crazy old man before suddenly asked with concern: "Didn't you follow that old man to practice in Ziwei Palace? Why did you become like this now? And what you said, 'If they are not benevolent, you will be unrighteous' , what is going on?"

Wang Feng's pale face turned pale for a while, obviously he was a little confused by the anger rushing from his dantian to his head, and his tightly clenched knuckles became whiter and whiter: "That day after I send you down the mountain, , as soon as I got back to the mountain, they found out that I knew you well, and they slandered me for colluding with the imperial court all the time. In addition, the time I spent on the mountain as a teacher was very short, and the two sides didn't know each other well, so they made nonsense I was originally a secret agent sent by the imperial court, and they began to verbally insult and physically beat me..."

"They actually treated you like this?!" Zhu Moyu listened to Wang Feng's narration, his two beautiful eyebrows came together, he put his elbows on the armrests on both sides of the chair, put his palms together on the tip of his nose, A thoughtful look appeared on his face, "Who are you talking about?"

"It's my brothers." Wang Feng sighed and said angrily, "Isn't there a brother who went down the mountain with me that day? But then that brother deliberately pushed me down and asked me to explain something to you. A nonsense thing... I thought it was just teasing me, as long as I sent you back, who knew that he had such a calculation in his heart! There are only two of them left as master's disciples. The relationship is very good. I appeared out of nowhere, which already caused their displeasure. Moreover, they saw that Master favored me, so they became jealous, and worried that Master would pass on his position to me, so they decided to They tried every means to drive me out of Ziwei Palace. There was no way before, but now they caught me and sent you down the mountain, and they kept making fuss about the fact that I know you well. They will definitely drive me out of Ziwei Palace Just go out and let it go."

"What about your master? Does he not care about them? Regardless of whether you are his disciple or not, you are his savior after all? How can he let his disciples bully you like this? It's unreasonable?" Zhu said. Mo Yu gently rubbed the back of his hand with the tip of his nose, and asked softly.