Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Although he and Fu Youwen had a revolutionary friendship, Fu Youwen had no intention of sharing the opportunity for advancement so generously and selflessly. Besides, this kind of thing... was also a trap set for that group of Huaixi nobles, and he, Fu Youwen, could not say it out loud under any circumstances.

"Yes, sir." The butler responded and slowly retreated.

Fu Youwen hurried back to his room.

At the same time, he asked the servants in the yard to quickly clean up the tea table, lounge chairs... and the melon seed shells on the ground.

The housekeeper manages time very well.

The yard was cleaned up and Fu Youwen pretended to be weak and bedridden. Only then was Zhan Hui slowly led in by the housekeeper.

"Cough! Cough cough cough cough cough!"

"Alas... I'm getting old, and my health just isn't good... I... I'm still waiting to go to the palace to see His Majesty! Ahem... ahem..."

"..."

As soon as the door was opened, Fu Youwen started acting right away.

The acting skills of a veteran with many years of experience are naturally not bad. Zhan Hui was a little skeptical when he heard this. He walked to the front of Fu Youwen's bed and said, "Old Fu, are you really still pretending?"

"Ahem... What do you mean by really pretending... How can something like this be fake?"

"Come to think of it, ahem... weren't you kneeling at the gate of the Qianqing Palace with the other colleagues to protest your death? Why, today... ahem, did you have time to come and see me?"

Fu Youwen coughed dryly and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

With his old-fashioned mind, he knew exactly what had been going on at the gate of the Qianqing Palace in the past few days.

And Fu Youwen asked about this matter.

Zhan Hui couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. He wanted to open his mouth to complain and vent his grievances, but in the end, it seemed that he couldn't express himself in words, and he could only sigh: "Oh... don't mention it..."

And when Zhan Hui lowered his head and sighed.

But he seemed to have suddenly discovered something, raised his head, and looked at Fu Youwen with narrowed eyes: "Oh! Old Fu, you are really pretending!"

"You look like you're bedridden, but how can the quilt you're covering be so neat? The creases haven't even faded away yet. You must have just opened it!"

"You're really good at pretending! You keep coughing here, and I almost got fooled by you!"

Zhan Hui pointed at the quilt covering Fu Youwen and almost laughed out of anger.

at the same time.

In his heart, he had already begun to secretly ponder: "Just kneeling for a short time, and he pretended to faint so decisively... This old man really has something!"

A flaw was discovered.

Fu Youwen's face froze slightly with an unnatural expression. He lowered his head to glance at his quilt, feeling even more guilty. He cursed in his heart, not expecting that his flaw would appear here.

At this moment, he could only smile stiffly: "What's the point of pretending? This... was just replaced not long ago."

Zhan Hui rolled his eyes at him and said, "Oh, Master Fu isn't coughing again?"

How good was he at reading people's expressions? He could often grasp the key points with just a tiny clue, not to mention the fact that more and more flaws were being revealed.

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Fu Youwen coughed a few times quickly, but he knew that this was completely an attempt to cover up the truth, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

But at this time.

The housekeeper entered the room again and reported, "Master, Mr. Zhan, Mr. Yuan, the Right Censor of the Censorate, is requesting an audience outside the palace."

"Yuan Tai?"

"I have never had a close relationship with him." Fu Youwen showed some doubt on his face.

The housekeeper said, "In reply to the master, Master Yuan said that he came here to look for Master Zhan, and that it would be great if we could talk in our house."

Zhan Hui naturally knew why Yuan Tai came here.

He and Yuan Tai were both the Left and Right Censors-in-Chief of the Censorate, and he knew Yuan Tai's temperament very well. He was a complete troll, but also an honest man who worked hard. He was more stubborn than anyone else, more stubborn than anyone else, and more public-spirited than anyone else - even though he had been driven out of the Qianqing Palace by His Majesty before, he would be just as stubborn this time.