The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 18

"Brother, can you give me some water?"

Hearing Mu Fuyuan's question, the two guards looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Your lord gave the order, you can't give them food, but...

The water should be fine, right? And the red-haired kid seems to be drinking to death.

"Here, take it." One of the guards passed a bowl of water through a gap in the iron bars.

Taking the porcelain bowl filled with water with both hands, Mu Fuyuan thanked softly, making the two guards stunned.

Put the bowl on the ground, and tear off the cleaner part of the skirt.

Mu Fuyuan hugged Yun Fengchao, who was already a little drowsy, and moistened Yun Fengchao's lips that had begun to turn white with the small cloth soaked in water.

"Brother, you are really kind to your brother." Perhaps the kind guard who hadn't spoken much for two days talked to Mu Fuyuan a little bored.

Smiling softly, Mu Fuyuan didn't stop what he was doing.

"It's just that your brother's name seems a bit strange." The guard frowned, recalling the names he had heard from their conversation before: "It's actually called Sheng... Yes, Your Majesty, do you have this surname?"

Finally realized that the two guards didn't know their identities, and Mu Fuyuan didn't intend to explain.

"There is no such surname, and besides, he is not my younger brother." He didn't want to explain their identities, but he didn't want others to think that this brat and himself were brothers. Why, Mu Fuyuan didn't understand.

Seeing that the thin lips finally began to recover a little color after wetting them with water for many times, Mu Fuyuan smiled gratifiedly.

However, I found that I couldn't take my eyes off those lips...

I really want to bite.

His throat felt hot, obviously the bowl of water was by his side, within easy reach, but he wanted to...

Shaking his head violently, Mu Fuyuan couldn't help but smile wryly at that thought.

"Hey, little brother, are you okay?" Seeing Mu Fuyuan's absent-minded appearance, the kind guard asked with concern.

"It's okay, just a little uncomfortable." Maybe it's because I've been locked here for too long, and my thoughts are a little unstable.

Otherwise, how could he have weird ideas about Sheng?

The guard nodded understandingly, "Maybe I stayed here for too long."

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

"Yamen chant."

"Then what crime did we commit?" Mu Fuyuan was puzzled by this, but it can't be said that he was completely wrong.

Seeing that Mu Fuyuan came back to his senses and took the initiative to talk to him, the guard immediately replied happily: "I don't know. But my lord said, I want Brother Zhu and I to take good care of you."

"What's your lord's name?"

"Wang Sansheng." The guard seemed to have a problem with Wang Sansheng, and mentioned his name with a contemptuous tone.

When Mu Fuyuan heard Wang Sansheng's name, he also proved his conjecture.

It seems that the Empress Dowager still didn't plan to use obvious moves, is it because the military power has not yet been obtained?

"However, I don't think you look like bad guys." The guard said to himself.

Mu Fuyuan caressed Yun Fengchao's smooth hair that spread on his thighs, it was beautiful, in his eyes, it was as beautiful as a ball of gorgeous fire.

"The people who can be imprisoned in this water prison, how much better can they be?" Mu Fuyuan laughed at himself, and there was something in Mu Fuyuan's words.

The guard shook his head to express his dissatisfaction with Mu Fuyuan's words.

"Hongzi said that good people and bad people won't be written on their foreheads. But people's hearts are the most delicate, and they can feel everything in the world. Sometimes just a smile, you can feel what that person is thinking, so Ah..." The guard blushed with excitement, but he couldn't remember the last sentence.

Mu Fuyuan smiled slightly and asked, "Who is Hongzi?"

The redness on the guard's face immediately spread to the heels of his ears, he looked left and right, and faltered out a sentence.

"She said she would marry her when I went back to my hometown..."

Mu Fuyuan ignored the guard's twitching, like a big girl's movement, but lowered his head and smiled softly at Yun Fengchao who was asleep.

In the Judicial Palace, all the arresters looked at the very dignified and decent...beggar in distress, without any clue.

"Brother, you just said something, you have been sitting for several hours."

"No, he can't speak, can he?"

"Bah, bah, if he can't speak, then we will be driven home to plow the fields!"

The beggar yawned gracefully. Although the thick dust covered his face, his bright eyes swept across the people in front of him with disdain.

"How about it, have you found any confession?" Liang Fuying stepped into the Judiciary's office before he stepped into it, and immediately asked the arresters.

Everyone pushes me, I push you, no one dares to tell their adults: It has been several hours, and they are still standing still.

On the contrary, the beggar's eyes lit up, and he ran towards Liang Fuying happily.

"Uncle!" A call full of love made everyone stunned, even Liang Fuying, who had just stepped into the Judicial Palace, couldn't help shivering.

It sounds...just like...