lock heart

Hmm—" Hehuan's voice was lazy.

"Then, how about coming back later?" A tentative sentence.

after.

If he doesn't go with someone at [-]:[-] tonight, there will be a future.

He Huan was stunned for a moment, he turned his head to look at Fu Chen, the other party's eyes fell directly in front of him, as if he hadn't asked this question just now, the light cast a shadow in front of his eyes.

He looked up at the sky, the sun made his eyes narrow, and the sky was clear.

The stream is gurgling, and the flowing water makes a sound.

Beside my ears are the tireless chirping of cicadas and the gentle snorting of horses.

The two sat quietly without speaking again, until the tired bird returned to the forest and the sun sank to the west.

"Okay." Hehuan said suddenly.

Fu Chen had been waiting for He Huan's answer, so even though it was a sudden "yes", he immediately understood what it meant.

Such as Feng Lun sound.

Fu Chen looked at the people around him with clear eyes.

The fields are all together at dusk, there is only a red streak left in the sky, and the moon is not yet bright.

Fu Chen felt that this might be the most beautiful scene he had ever seen in his life.

[The flowers are blooming and the full moon is full. ]

Acacia.

Now that you have said yes, you cannot leave with that person.

Remember what you said.

The two looked into each other's eyes, unconsciously.Fu Chen turned sideways, and slowly put his lips on the other's lips. He could feel Hehuan trembling, but he didn't refuse.

This is his first time kissing someone.

Hehuan's lips were soft, warm and comfortable.

Back in the mansion, it was already the second watch.

Before dismounting, He Huan imitated Fu Chen's previous behavior, stretched out his hand, and said: "Here." Without looking back.

Fu Chen looked at the purple-red flower in front of him, and lightly touched the pink ear of Acacia acacia with his lips before taking it.

"What kind of flower is this?" His tone was not so lifeless.

"Fireball flower, my favorite."

When the servants appeared, they only saw Young Master Liu bowing his head and blushing, not knowing what happened.

Then look at his prince, who looks like a gentleman who has never done anything.

☆, I want to turn my heart to the bright moon

Fu Chen returned to his room, and the maid served the tea.

He put the teacup to his lips, asked about the taste and put it down again, looked at the maid standing beside him calmly, and drank most of the tea in the cup.

Hello Danxian.Even the people around me bought it.

After the maid stepped back, a black shadow flashed into the room.

"How is the Fourth Prince?" Fu Chen asked without turning his head.

"As you expected, he really sent a letter of advice to the emperor, saying that your meritorious deeds are higher than the Lord, and you should be removed as soon as possible to avoid raising tigers." Heiying knelt on one knee and replied.

It was the Fourth Prince who proposed to let Fu Chen go to Beiyi at the beginning. This move is considered thoughtful. Needless to say, if the army is defeated, if it is successful, you can give him a hat of great achievements and avoid it no matter what. but.

"What did the emperor say?" He asked casually.

"There is no movement, the letter of remonstrance to the emperor has not yet been approved."

Fu Shen remained silent, all the stakes, all the people that might be involved, and the various reactions that these people would make with their temperament and standpoint after the hypothetical situation happened, were all listed in his mind one by one.

"What instructions does your lord have?"

Fu Chen walked to the desk, picked up a pen, filled it with ink, quickly wrote two letters, and handed them to Hei Ying.

"If something happens to me, one of these two letters will be sent to Vice General Feng Yi, and the other will be sent to Bei Yi as soon as possible."

Fu Chen raised his hand and turned off the lights in the house.

Two and a half.

The two outside the door whispered...

"Has the lord fallen asleep?" Another maidservant said in a hurried and flustered voice.

"Well, I drank Chashui and fell asleep."

Then there was the sound of the two walking away together.

Fu Chen was a little uneasy, and this uneasiness deepened with the leakage.

he won't go.

He said it himself not so long ago.

In the future, we will go to enjoy the flowers, swim in the water and see the mountains together...

But, if——if I wake up tomorrow and don't see him...

The green trees on the vermilion eaves shade the moon shining in the sky, the lotus leaks three times, and the moon hides the dragon's chant.

Fu Chen walked around all the servants and came to the courtyard where He Huan lived. The servants guarding the courtyard looked around, as if they were waiting for someone.

Fu Chen tapped the ground lightly, and flew into the courtyard.Hearing movement in the Hehuan room, he turned sideways and hid himself behind the red pillar.After a faint sound passed, he heard the sound of Hehuan pushing open the door.

Behind the cold colonnade, Fu Chen raised his head, his eyes were calm, he closed his eyes, breathing slowly and heavily.

He Huan stood in the courtyard, thinking about how to speak to Dan Xian immediately.

He couldn't help but think of Fu Chen again, this person who seemed very blunt when he was nice to others, whether he was happy or angry, he always had that expression, but when he was drawing his eyebrows, he looked so serious and careful...

When did you fall in love with it?

He Huan didn't expect Dan Xian to come in through the main entrance—he actually bribed someone from Feng Yi's Mansion?

"Dan Xian!" From childhood to adulthood, the two have never been separated for such a long time. Seeing each other again, He Huan feels more cordial.

Dan Xian was dressed in black, and couldn't help but smile when he saw Hehuan, he grabbed Hehuan's cuff: "Hurry up."

Just as He Huan was about to speak, a piercing white light flashed past their eyes.

The wind blew through Fu Chen's black hair, and the dragon pointed to the ground, only half of his figure hidden behind the pillar could be seen, so he could already feel the frightening chill.

He walked out from behind the colonnade and slowly approached the two of them. His movements were slow, giving people a feeling of depression and near-death.

He Huan realized that he seemed to have never known this man before. The man in front of him clearly did not have any emotions related to people, and he could not find any traces of the past few days. He finally understood why people said that he picked up the sword Time is like □ □ Luo.

He Huan held Dan Xian's wrist tightly, already having a bad premonition in his heart.

He has seen men's sword skills before, and he can hurt people with just sword energy.

"Fu Chen..." He Huan called softly.

The man seemed to be unable to hear, and approached them step by step.There was obviously no wind around, but the air flow around him made his sleeves flutter and his long hair flutter.

"Fu Chen..." He Huan shouted uncertainly, whether this person was the Fu Chen he knew.

The man looked very calm, until he walked in front of the two of them, he slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Dan Xian's throat.To him, killing is more natural than breathing.Just one more stab forward and you're done.

His eyes were filled with killing intent.

He Huan was impatient for a moment, just wanted to stop the person in front of him, but reached out to hold the sword directly.

How sharp the dragon chant is, only the souls who died on its blade can understand.

The bright red blood flowed down the blade of the sword and fell to the ground... blah blah blah blah...

Fu Chen looked at He Huan's hand that was bleeding continuously... This hand was holding him in the flowers just today, it was this hand that passed the fireball flower to himself, but now, it is not afraid of pain, so tightly Holding the cold dragon chant.only--

For the person next to him.

[I want to turn my heart to the bright moon. ]

"Liu Hehuan..." He looked at the place where the blood dripped, and read.

"..."

"You lied to me." There was no gleam in his eyes looking at Hehuan, like burning ashes.

You clearly said "yes".

He Huan looked straight into Fu Chen's eyes and said, "I don't."

There is still no wave in Fu Chen's eyes.

"Let go."

The strength in Hehuan's hands increased by two points, and he shook his head.

Fu Chen's heart tightened: "Let go, I won't kill him."

He Huan saw that the murderous intent in his eyes did not retreat, she shook her head firmly, not only did not dare to let go, but wanted to hold the other hand as well.

In an instant, the dragon chant fell to the ground, and the sound was long.

The sound of blood falling was very clear in the quiet night.

I don't believe you said "no", just like you don't believe me.

He Huan couldn't straighten his fingers, and was in a cold sweat from the pain.

"He Huan...you..." Dan Xian looked at He Huan's bloody palm, feeling distressed but didn't dare to touch it, for fear of hurting him, "Why do you..."

Because of the pain, his voice trembled a little: "One hand for your life, it's worth it..."

Fu Chen felt that the scene was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it, and frowned. The Dragon Yin was constantly vibrating and making noises, as if struggling to return to the master's hand.

Seeing this, He Huan hurriedly said to Dan Xian, "Go!"

"how about you?"

"I'm fine, don't come again..." Long Yin became more and more uneasy, and He Huan pushed Dan Xian with the other hand: "Go!"

Dan Xian was pushed towards the gate of the courtyard by him: "Your hand..."

"My hand is fine, really, it's just a skin injury, don't worry about me, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

Dan Xian still has something to say, but He Huan has already pushed the door out, and He Huan closed the door forcefully.

Long Yin finally calmed down.

Fu Chen looked at He Huan's right hand. Due to the sharpness of the sword and its thinness, the narrow wound was almost no longer bleeding. It seemed that the wound would heal within a few days.

However, he could feel... just after he said "let go", He Huan obviously increased the strength in his hand.The blade, at that time, cut deep into the bone.If I use half a little more force, I may cut through his entire palm.

He didn't know why, this person had obviously lied to him, and wanted to run away from him with others, but when he saw him bleeding, what he had was not the pleasure of revenge, but the distress that was no less than empathy.When he saw that his other hand was about to hold Longyin, he immediately let go of the hilt without thinking.

How could this be...

He once heard Fu Ci, who often hangs around Fireworks Lane, say something like "Pear Blossom Begonia, Jinping Duck". At that time, he didn't understand and didn't take it seriously.However, for some reason, at this moment, he suddenly remembered the words that Fu Ci yelled as if joking.

"This person, if the love is right, it will be a marriage for three lives. If the love is wrong, then it will be a fateful calamity—a fateful calamity—"

Love is wrong, and life will be robbed forever.

The author has something to say: start poisoning...

☆, lose heart

Fu Chen didn't look at him again, just pushed open the door and walked out.

As soon as He Huan completely relaxed, he heard half a scream.He went out to check, and saw the servant who guarded the door fell on the ground, his eyes protruded, his mouth was open, and there were only a few drops of blood on the ground.

He Huan's heart beat suddenly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath...

Cold-blooded, violent, bloodthirsty...

Turns out I didn't believe they were talking about you.

Fu Shen...

Don't do this, okay?

He Huan didn't want to disturb the sleeping maid, went back to the house by herself, found some scraps, and wrapped them around her right hand.Every time I touched it, it was painful, and after the bandage was done, I was already in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, Fengyi's mansion became noisy, with a burst of intensive beating of gongs and shouts.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Everyone! The prince wants to ask questions! Do you hear me! Hurry up!"

Everyone in Feng Yi's mansion hurriedly got up and dressed, for fear that the prince would be unhappy if it was late.

The servants in the Hehuan Courtyard also got up in a hurry, and for a moment, the entire Fengyi Mansion was brightly lit.

When He Huan pushed open the door, the servants were already running outside while tying their clothes.He didn't know where these people were going, he was not familiar with Feng Yi Mansion.

After a short time, the house became quiet again.

He had a bad feeling.

Because the injury on his hand would hurt his heart even if he moved a little bit, he couldn't walk fast, let alone catch up with those people.

Where did they all go?

When all the servants arrived, Fu Chen came out from the back room.

The face is like cold jade, and the eyebrows and eyes are frosty.

The servants lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath, and there was a dead silence.

Fu Chen glanced at everyone, turned his face to the left guard and whispered something, the left guard retreated, and after a while, when he came back, he put seven short knives on the long table in front of the servants one by one.

Fu Chen chose a comfortable position and sat on the soft chair, lightly resting his forehead with his index finger, before he spoke for a long time: "Come out by yourself."

Two people could not stand still and knelt and sat on the ground.Four people stood up with trembling legs, walked for a long time in just a few steps, Fu Chen was not in a hurry, just looked at them indifferently, waiting for them to walk to the long table.

Fu Chen gestured with his eyes, and the right guard handed two short knives to the two who couldn't stand up.

"Go ahead."

The only sound left in the hall was the sound of their fearful breathing and the sound of trembling hands touching the table as they picked up the dagger.

No one begged for mercy.

Not a word.

Everyone knows that begging for mercy is useless.

At first, he thought that he would just let a powerless actor come in at midnight, what big things could happen, so he took the money, never thinking that it would cost his life.

Others lowered their heads even more, for fear of harming themselves.

There were six sounds of blood gushing and splattering.

Red blood splattered on the peony screen, smudged.

The clothes and faces of the people around were stained with blood, and no one dared to wipe it off.

The sticky smell of blood diffused, making people sick.

Fu Chen raised his hand to pick up the teacup, played with it for a while, then put it back on the table, picked up the cold tea on the table, and poured it slowly.

The sound of water is clear.

"Let me guess, what's in this tea..." He put the cup in front of his nose and smelled it, "Cinnabar, magnet, dragon bone...and, amber... tell me, isn't it, huh?"

The servant girl panicked and hurried forward and knelt down: "My lord!"

"What, isn't it?" Fu Chen's tone softened.

"Slave servant... Slave servant is thinking of the prince, you have been away all day, so you use these herbs, so that the prince can have a good rest..."

"So I don't understand. Is it necessary to put Mongolian sweat medicine in the tea?"

"Slave, I don't know! I really don't know..." The maid was already crying.

"Since you care about me so much, you can do it yourself." He gently stroked the pattern of the porcelain cup with his fingertips, and said without raising his head.

He Huan searched in Fengyi Mansion, remembering the place where he saw Fu Chen when he came to Feng Yi Mansion, only that hall was big enough to accommodate everyone in the mansion.

At that time, Fuchen's residence was Huayi.

Not far from Huayi, he smelled a bloody smell against the wind, his heart sank and he quickened his pace.

"My lord! This servant really doesn't know! My lord! This servant is really innocent!" The maid kept kowtowing, tears pouring out one after another.

Fu Chen seemed to have noticed something, and ordered the right guard: "Go out and stop him."

"Yes!"

Beside the maidservant was the blood that was shed by those people just now, and the pool of blood flowed meanderingly, staining her dress.

Fu Chen walked up to her, bent down to look at her, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I believe in you. Don't cry."

There was a renewed light in the maidservant's eyes: "My lord!"

Fu Chen's fingers slid down her cheeks, all the way to the tears that hadn't dripped from her chin: "Look, you said you were thinking of me..."

"Let me in!"

The guard on the right didn't say a word, just stopped in front of Hehuan.

"What is he doing? Let me in!" Hehuan was in a state of anxiety, the closer he got to Huayi, the stronger the smell of blood, he didn't dare to think about the worst.

The right guard just blocked his way, the prince just said to stop him, he knew he couldn't hurt this person.

He Huan had no choice but to push forward. The two were pushing and blocking, and the right guard accidentally touched his right hand. He Huan felt the pain so bad that he couldn't breathe. He squatted down, gritted his teeth, and sweated profusely.

The guard on the right saw his right hand wrapped in cloth and frowned: "How did your hand hurt?"

Hehuan just shook his head, unable to speak.

After Fu Chen wiped away all the tears on her face, he didn't stop moving, his bony hand extended her chin and moved to her neck.

"...In the end, I was still asked to come."

A trace of panic flashed in the maidservant's eyes, and before she could say a word, she clearly heard the sound of her throat breaking.

Her eyes closed slowly, and her body fell into a pool of blood.

"Is... is he killing people?"

"..." The right guard was silent.

Looking in from Hehuan's point of view, you can only see the densely packed people standing motionless in the hall, blocked by them, unable to see what happened inside.

Fu Chen straightened up and never looked at her again.

"Those who do not report what they know, stand up." The voice was like ice.

The figures in the meeting hall move, and the tense atmosphere in the house can be felt even outside.

"Can you...help me stand up." He Huan said to the right guard.

The right guard didn't have any defense against Hehuan, and he didn't expect to be hit hard by his elbow in the abdomen when he helped him up.

Hehuan took the opportunity to break into the hall, and the strong smell of blood made him almost vomit.

A dozen servants were standing in front of Fu Chen, trembling all over.

"Fu Chen!"

Fu Chen frowned, didn't he stop it?

He Huan came to him, there were seven corpses on the ground, and the blood that was still flowing.

Fu Chen saw that his face was pale, without a trace of blood, his skin was wet with sweat, glowing softly under the lamplight, and the cloth wrapped around his right hand was already soaked with blood.

Didn't apply medicine, didn't bandage well, did he not want this hand?

He Huan didn't close his eyes all day, and his hands were hurt to the bone. He was exhausted and almost lost the strength to stand up, and his eyes were too heavy to open.

It seemed to be red with blood everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, on the pillars, on the faces and clothes of those people, and on the peonies on the painting screen, there was blood all over, everywhere, everywhere.

He was the only one standing on the blood-red robe in a dark green patterned robe, with untied black hair and a white jade-carved face, free from blemishes.

Why, this person looks so strange...

So... high above...

By the way, he is the Seventh Prince and King Feng Yi, of course he is high above...

He Huan looked at the dozen or so servants who were still trembling, and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Fu Chen didn't understand why seeing this man's pale face made him feel so uncomfortable.He wanted to see how his hand was doing, and to ask why he hadn't had it bandaged.

Fu Chen took a step towards him...

Almost at the same time, subconsciously, the other party took a step back.

No longer wanting to move forward, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

He Huan did not raise his eyes, knelt down on his knees, and tapped his head on the ground, his voice was weak but firm:

"Please forgive me, my lord."

Fu Chen's pupils tightened, and his whole body could not move as if he had been cursed.

"—What do you call me?"

He Huan lowered his body a little, and said: "I beg your lord to be merciful."

it is good--

well.

"What if I don't show mercy? So what about Young Master Liu?"

"I can't do anything about it," He Huan still kowtowed to the ground, "It's just that this happened because of me, and He Huan's life is hard to pay for."

——If, this person is dead.The limbs are cold, and the eyes are long covered.

Fu Chen found that he could not accept that this would happen.

"You think I won't kill you?"

He Huan slowly straightened his body, and his tone was no longer as gentle as before: "Then I will trouble the prince to do it."

In less than half a day, holding hands in the flower field and admiring the scenery side by side, riding a horse together regardless of other people's eyes, and sharing the sideburns after presenting flowers have now become desolate memories.

Even if he hates him for lying to himself, hates him for choosing Danxian, and hates him so much, but as long as there is still a trace of affection in his heart, he will not let it go.

Fu Chen walked to the long table, picked up the last dagger, and said to He Huan, "Just watch and see how many lives you can afford."

What will happen next is all too clear.

He Huan watched Fu Chen's actions calmly, and his mind was set.

Fu Chen clasped the handle of the knife with his fingers, with a skillful posture.

Behind He Huan were a dozen servants who were so frightened that their hearts almost stopped beating.

The blade turned at an angle, and the cold light swept across everyone's faces. He moved his wrist lightly, but changed the direction the moment the knife left his fingertips.

Warm orangutan liquid splashed on He Juan's side face.

He didn't know how many people Fu Chen killed with this knife.

The short knife hit the vermilion long pillar, and bounced back into Fu Chen's hand.

He Huan closed his exhausted eyes, raised his chin towards Fu Chen, completely exposed his neck, and waited for the blood-stained blade to slash his throat.

This pose...

Fu Chen shook lightly with his lowered hand.

...It was exactly the same as when I thrushed him that day.

He was so sure that he would not show mercy, so sure that he refused to look behind him.

Fu Chen didn't know, there was only darkness in front of He Huan's eyes, and he tried his best not to let his body fall down, only feeling the temperature of the blood dripping on his face.

The ringing in his ears was getting louder, and he could barely hear anything around him.

Therefore, he didn't hear anything falling from the beams, nor did he hear the dozen or so people behind him knelt down and shouted "Thank you, my lord, for not killing me".

The errant dagger flew only to a bat on the beam.

He Huan still maintained that posture, with his slightly raised chin in Fu Chen's eyes, as if showing uncompromising.

"Get up," he said.

But He Huan couldn't hear anything except the sharp tinnitus, and he didn't have the strength to stand up at all.

Fu Chen noticed his abnormality, and his heart beat wildly.

"Liu..." He paused, "...Acacia?"

He Huan's consciousness is becoming more and more blurred...just thinking about, why...he hasn't done anything yet.

When his body fell limply, he fell into a not-so-warm but very firm embrace.

No one has ever seen Fu Chen look so nervous.

He carefully picked up the person in his arms, and firmly held the injured hand of the other person so as not to be bumped.

Too thin... How can such a tall person be so light.

Fu Chen carried Acacia into a spacious and warm room in Huayi's backyard.

The door is hollowed out and carved with gold water.

For actors, hands are very important.

He Huan's hands are beautiful, with fair skin tightly covering the slender finger bones, and the nails are round and translucent, revealing a touch of pink.

Fu Chen slowly unwrapped the cloth in He Huan's hand round by round. On the last round, Fu Chen heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was silk scraps that didn't stick to the wound.

There was a thin and deep knife mark on the palm, and the red flesh turned outwards looked particularly ferocious on such hands.

The maid brought a basin of hot water and watched Fu Chen gently wipe the blood on Hehuan's hands.

The hot water was changed from pot to pot, and He Huan's fingers moved a little, and the movements of Fu Chen's hands would be lighter and slower than before.

The man seemed to have endless patience.

But there was no expression on his face from beginning to end, no one could see what he was thinking.

Fu Chen gave him good medicine, and before bandaging the wound, he tested the tightness on his own hand before wrapping it up for him.

When he finished all this, it was almost five o'clock, and the sky was slightly bright.

Fu Chen washed his hands, and told the maid: "Take turns to watch, don't let his hands move."

He walked straight out of the lock door without looking back.

Fu Chen returned to the house, the pale moonlight cast mottled shadows of flowers and branches from the raised window, he sat quietly behind the long desk alone, the moon reflected his silhouette from behind.

The wind blows a petal in from the window, and slowly falls into the inkstone on the case, stained with ink, gently swaying in the ink, creating tiny ripples.

Fu Chen's eyes fell on that petal for a long time.

The author has something to say: the awkward seventh prince

When people call you prince, you just lose your temper and call them son

☆、Knife marks, heart marks, self-love marks

After noon.

Fu Ci: "Third brother, hurry up!"

The third prince: "Little brat, don't you see that I am getting older?" The third prince walked slowly.

The waiter: "You two take a step back, take a step back, don't be unhappy."

Prime Minister: "Do you think it's appropriate for us to go together like this?"

Shangshu: "You won't be allowed to enter the door, will you?"

Fu Ci: "I didn't ask for a post again before and went directly, but I went in..."

Third Prince: "...and then I was thrown out by my seventh brother."

Everyone: "I'd better send the greeting card before going." Throwing people out really seems to be something Fu Chen did.

The emperor: "With me here, what are you afraid of? Could it be that King Feng Yi wants to throw me out as well?"

Prime Minister: "But we all go to inquire about other people's love, isn't it... um... not serious?"

Fu Ci: "How come? We came here to inquire about Seventh Brother's affair very seriously! So serious that even the Holy One came together."

"..."

The third prince frowned and glanced at Fu Ci.

——This kid is too careless.

Fengyi Mansion.

"My lord, it's time for lunch." The servants carrying the trays found that the food delivered early in the morning had not been tampered with.

"En." Fu Chen responded.

The servants arranged things one by one.

"...haven't woken up yet?"

"Master Liu is still in a coma."

Fu Chen thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's time to change the medicine." The servants didn't know whether he was talking to himself or giving orders, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

"My lord! There are a lot of guests outside the door wanting to see you!"

Fu Chen only knew that the Third Prince and the Fourteenth Prince had sent invitations to come today, and asked, "But there are my third brother and Fu Ci?"

"Yes, and..."

"The others told them to come back another day."

"But... my lord, I'm afraid it's not right... the emperor is here..."

Fu Chen glanced down at his robe, and found a black stain on the hem.

Accidentally stained with blood last night...

...It must have been infected by the fluster when He Huan fainted...

Seeing this, the maid hurriedly presented her clean robes.

"The hall is waiting."

As soon as He Huan opened his eyes, he heard the maidservant's voice full of joy.

"Young Master Liu, you finally woke up! Is there any discomfort? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

After a series of questions, He Huan couldn't take it easy. He raised his right hand and tried to move it, but only the little finger responded... Maybe it's useless...

Seeing He Huan's wry smile, the maid hurriedly said: "The lord said, as long as the son's hands are well maintained and the medicine is given on time, they will definitely be fine. Don't worry, my lord! The lord will definitely not be wrong when he says so."

Seeing her so happy, He Huan also smiled and asked, "Why are you so happy?"

The servant girl realized that she was too emotional, she lowered her head, and said: "The young master saved the life of the servant, so he is the benefactor of the servant. The servant is naturally happy when the young master wakes up."

"Benefactor?" He Huan recalled yesterday's scene, "I clearly saw that knife..."

"My lord didn't look back, right? The lord just killed a bat on the beam," another maid took over and said, "Sir, must you be hungry? I'll go get some food."

"Well... by the way, where is Fu Chen?"

"My lord is entertaining guests, in the hall."

It is natural for a group of men to chat, from state affairs to family affairs, and then from family affairs to sexual affairs.

Fu Chen only answered a few words occasionally, and listened to them most of the time.

"I heard that King Feng Yi recently took an actor into his residence?" The emperor asked seemingly casually.

Fu Chen glanced at Fu Ci, and Fu Ci shrank his neck.

"En." Fu Chen replied.

Shang Shu: "Isn't it just a part of a troupe?"

Third Prince: "I said Lord Shangshu, please don't inquire about other people's private affairs."

Shang Shu: "I am concerned."

After thinking about it, Fu Chen replied: "Splendid Class, Liu Hehuan."

Everyone has different calculations in mind.

Every sentence and every word that everyone said will be guessed by the people present.

Huayi's hall is in the front yard, connected to the back yard.Acacia is walking in the corridor built on the water, with a little lotus in the water, and red buds spit out slightly.

Fu Ci suddenly realized, "I said he looked so familiar in the teahouse that day! I heard his play when I was in Los Angeles! That singing voice, that figure, that appearance... If it's a woman, I'll accept it."

The third prince wished he could throw the teapot on his head.

After hearing the last sentence, Fu Chen glanced at him very unfriendlyly.

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Really?"

The waiter nodded: I have heard it too, and there are indeed few people who can compare.

The prime minister also agreed.

The emperor looked at Fu Chen: "It seems that I am the only one who has never seen it... I don't know where this person is now?"

Fu Chen said: "He was injured and is recuperating."

"Is the prince in there?"

"Mr. Liu, the prince is talking to the emperor and all the adults, so he can't go in."

The front hall and the back hall are connected by doors that open on the left and right, with silk curtains hanging from the door.

Hehuan vaguely heard the voices of people talking in the front hall in the back hall.

No one noticed the movement in the back hall, except Fu Chen.

The emperor said: "Since that's the case, let's forget about today. How old is the actor?"

"Twenty nine."

The waiter: "You're only twenty-nine? You're already a character at such a young age?"

The prime minister smoothed his beard, and said earnestly: "Fu Chen, it's okay to be on the spur of the moment, you should hurry up and find a woman to settle down."

Hehuan standing behind the curtain did not hear Fu Chen's answer.

Shangshu: "Yes, it is great to have no descendants. Besides, actors are ruthless, and everyone knows it."

The emperor coughed lightly, and Shang Shu stopped talking.

But Fu Ci was poked to the point of sadness: "Yeah, I heard that once the troupe's role was a woman, I bought her into the mansion. It is good to eat, drink, use, play, and serve, but she is still cold at the slightest dissatisfaction." Facing each other, not feeling affection at all..."

The waiter then said: "I heard from my wife that her natal uncle also took in an actor before he was alive. He left the main room alone and ignored him. He treated the actor so well that he even gave her the family property, and the main room's concubines went. He didn't change his mind when he fought with him. Later, when he fell ill and died, the actor sold all his property and didn't even visit his grave."

Fu Ci was even more sad: "When it's good, what I say is what I like to hear. When it's bad, I just turn my face and deny people. No jewelry and clothes of hundreds of taels can't be coaxed back. I really don't know if she likes me or likes me." Those clothes."

Shang Shu made up his sword: "Then there's no need to talk about it."

The prime minister comforted: "The fourteenth prince doesn't have to care too much. There are too many plays, some of them can't tell the difference between the inside and the outside of the play, and some of them become ruthless after seeing through the world and people's hearts. Isn't it like this for all actors?"

He Huan listened to these words quietly in the back hall, he didn't care what other people said, he only cared about that person's thoughts.

Fu Chen knew that He Huan was listening behind the curtain, so he interrupted Fu Ci who wanted to tell about his love history, and said, "Everyone, have you misunderstood something?"

The third prince put down the teacup: "Misunderstanding?"

Shang Shu: "Doesn't King Feng Yi like that actor?"

Hehuan couldn't help holding his breath.

Fu Ci quickly said: "How is it possible? That day we clearly saw you riding a horse with him in the teahouse, the same horse..." He also asked me how to chase him... But I didn't dare to say this.

The third prince's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

The emperor was thoughtful.

Fu Chen glanced across everyone in the hall, and slowly said:

"Everyone has heard about what happened in the mansion yesterday."

There was a brief moment of embarrassment. These words were actually meant for the emperor.

What he said was too direct and too thorough.The emperor arranged eyeliner in Feng Yi's mansion, and everyone knew it well.Fu Chen's performance is higher than that of the master this time, so the emperor must be on his guard.

Maybe, not just the emperor.

Only Fu Ci and the Third Prince looked blank.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Fu Chen continued: "Yesterday, the servants of the mansion colluded with outsiders and let them enter the mansion without permission."

Fu Ci noticed bloodstains that were not cleaned up at the base of the pillar, and said, "Brother Seven, did you... kill someone yesterday?"

Shangshu interjected: "Why did you get involved in this matter? Punish the servants, kill or not, don't mention it... Seventh Prince, aren't you changing the topic? What I asked just now was whether you like that or not?" actor."

"I never thought that everyone would be so concerned at this time. Since even the emperor knows about it, it's not easy for Fu Chen to use excuses to cover it up." It was obviously a cliché.

The third prince looked at Fu Chen with a puzzled expression.

This time, only he and Fu Ci really came to Fengyi Mansion to chat, and everyone else had their own purposes.The more Fu Chen said, the easier it was for them to find their weaknesses, or even their dead spots.There is no need for Fu Shen to answer this kind of question, he can answer it with a sentence of "don't bother everyone", and the emperor can't make it too obvious for him, at least everyone should act harmoniously on the surface.But now, he wants to say it himself... Could it be that he really doesn't care about that actor?Fu Chen has always been resourceful, scheming, and insightful. There must be some reason for him to do this...

The emperor smiled and said: "It's rare that King Feng Yi is willing to speak frankly."

Fu Chen nodded.

The maid found He Huan in the back hall, and whispered, "Young Master Liu, the food is ready, and now, Young Master...