Violent General Sheng Shichong

A few days ago, when Fu Yuan returned to his General's Mansion, the stool was still warm, and the officials who came to give gifts one after another blocked the General's Mansion.

He was too lazy to deal with it, so he simply sneaked out of the house by himself.Those who come to give gifts stay, and the people in charge send them away.

Unexpectedly, within two steps on the street, he ran into Ma Xiangle, Ma Shilang of the Ministry of War, and kindly invited him to a teahouse to listen to an opera.

Fu Yuan thought, at least this horse servant had spoken for him on the issue of dispatching troops and horses before, so he didn't refuse.

As a result, I met several other officials in the teahouse, and my ears were full of flattery. Before the play started, Fu Yuan was already impatient.

He slipped out on the pretext of going to the latrine, but in fact he just wanted to come out to catch his breath.

Passing through a private room named Qingfeng Pavilion, and hearing his name mentioned in the private room, he couldn't help but peep through the wall to listen.

There was a voice of a boy in his teens who said, "It's not just ordinary people. I heard that most officials in the court and central government look down on General Fu."

The voice of the person talking to him was as cold as jade, and he said slowly: "So what if you don't like it, now that Fu Ziyi has returned to the city, they still want Baba to give him a gift."

The young man replied: "That's true, Zuo is just a general with a bad background, no wonder those officials are like this."

Fu Yuan lowered his eyes outside the door and clenched his fists. He didn't know how the court officials viewed him.

He entered the military camp at the age of 15 and fought for Tianliao for 13 years. What good did he lose?

Misunderstanding by the common people, ridicule behind the official’s back?

He has been away all year round, so he doesn't know the current situation in the court, which gang to recruit?Which faction?

He hasn't studied for a few years, and he doesn't know a few words. He doesn't want to participate in the intrigue between the court and the court, and now he is left alone.

Not long after he came back, he felt that he was not used to any place, and his barracks was better.

Just as he was turning around to go back, he heard that cold voice saying: "Those bastards have been sitting for too long, and An Yi's buttocks are about to get sores. If it weren't for Fu Zizhang, those people would have become the king of Jin Cang. What a shitty slave."

"Shh, young master, you don't dare to talk nonsense." The boy's voice trembled nervously.

"Why don't you dare to say this? If you love talking so much, go to the battlefield and kill someone to see. The same goes for those people who spread rumors. I'm afraid that if they go to the battlefield, their pants will be scared off."

The corners of Fu Yuan's mouth gradually curled up when he heard this, although he didn't know who was inside, but every sentence spoke to his heart.

Through the crack of the door, Fu Yuan wanted to take a sneak peek at the people inside, thinking that he would get to know him if he had a chance in the future.

With just one glance, he was dumbfounded.

It was a very good-looking profile, with creamy skin and vermilion lips, only with slightly sharper edges and corners than a woman's, could he be judged as a man just from his appearance.

His long eyelashes drooped, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved downwards, and he raised his eyes to glance at the door inadvertently.

Although Fu Yuan knew that he hadn't been discovered, he couldn't help but catch his breath following the man's eyes.

Those eyes were an unusual color, blue, like jewels.

How could there be such a wonderful person in the world!

Fu Yuan even had the urge to push the door open, wanting to talk to him, wanting to ask his name.

Suddenly hearing footsteps behind him, Fu Yuan quickly straightened up, pretending to pass by normally.

The servant behind him was out of breath, "General... General, Mr. Minister has entrusted me to find you. The play is about to begin."

"Well, lead the way." Fu Yuan reluctantly looked back at the closed door of the private room.

Fu Yuan has long forgotten how the opera was sung that day.

In the next few days, Fu Yuan came to the teahouse whenever he had something to do.

It's a pity that I never met that stunning young man again.

Now, isn't this son who he can't forget, right in front of his eyes?

When Fu Yuan recognized him just now, he really had an impulse to marry him back home.

After all, it's not a day or two since Tianliao's masculinity prevailed.

But why is it the prime minister's family members!

No matter how dull he is, he knows that the prime minister can't afford to offend him!