Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Now that he was in Wei Wu's hands, he was basically a fish on the chopping board, and he was tied up and couldn't even move.

Although he also felt that Wei Wu would not kill him, who knew whether he would torture him in other ways.

Just when Chang Mao was daydreaming, Wei Wu happened to look towards him!

"Am I usually too kind? I didn't even bother to argue with you about that incident at the Institute of Science and Technology last time, but you keep coming back to provoke me again and again."

"I was quite busy recently, so I happened to have some free time today so I can play with you. This way, you won't lose track of yourself, and we can resolve the issue at the same time."

Chang Mao's title was higher than Wei Wu's. Logically speaking, in his current situation, he only needed to appeal to the emperor and his appeal would be granted.

However, when he saw his silent uncle, he realized that even if he really sued, it would probably be of no use.

So after Wei Wu finished speaking, Chang Mao did not choose to argue, but remained silent.

Seeing this, Wei Wu smiled slightly and turned to look at Lan Yu.

"Old Lan, your nephew doesn't seem to realize his mistake. I won't show you any mercy!"

At this moment, Lan Yu was holding a piece of fat meat dipped in sauce and was about to put it into his mouth happily to enjoy the delicious food.

Suddenly hearing Wei Wu's voice, he could only put down his chopsticks helplessly and said:

"I've tried to take care of this before, but it was useless. Since I can't take care of this matter, I don't plan to do it anymore. I'll let the Marquis of Changle decide whether to kill or chop me up!"

Because he had already made arrangements in advance, Lan Yu was not worried that Wei Wu would really do anything to Chang Mao.

In addition to cooperating with Wei Wu, he said these words also to scare his troublesome nephew and make him grow up.

Chang Mao didn't expect that his uncle would say such heartless words, and he couldn't help but start to panic!

At this moment, Wei Wu spoke again.

"Since you say so, then I'm relieved. I think Duke Zheng's actions are immature and his mind seems to be immature. I might as well help you to grow up!"

"Let's eat and drink our fill first. I'll send someone to dig a hole later, and help Duke Zheng trim the branches and plant the seedlings. Then, add some fertilizer and they'll be mature in a few days."

What does it mean to prune the branches and then bury yourself in the soil? Are you planting it like a plant? What's the difference between that and being a human pig?

After hearing what Wei Wu said, Chang Mao could no longer hold back and was about to speak. However, before he could open his mouth, a notification sounded outside:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

Upon hearing the shrill announcement, Wei Wu and Lan Yu immediately stood up and prepared to salute in advance.

The tied-up Chang Mao looked as if he had heard his savior was coming, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhu Biao, dressed in casual clothes, walked quickly into the back garden. Seeing Wei Wu and Lan Yu preparing to salute, he waved his hand and refused:

"Xiao Wu, uncle, we are all family, so let's just go through all these tedious formalities."

While speaking, Zhu Biao walked up to Wei Wu, and without saying a word, he grabbed Wei Wu's neck.

"You little bastard, you never call me every time you have something delicious. Do you still see me as your big brother? Ah!!"

Zhu Biao's simple action made the back garden as quiet as a cemetery in the middle of the night.

This is the person with the highest status under the emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, who is destined to become an emperor in the future!

But now he is like a commoner, fighting with Wei Wu by locking his neck, and even calling himself the big brother!

Not to mention the servants in Wei Wu's family, even Lan Yu, a die-hard prince's party member, had never seen such a scene before.

Although Zhu Biao often put aside the identities of monarch and subject in front of him, he would at most call him uncle, which was already very close.