Author: Yao Jishan

Half of the Fulun family's face is connected to the royal family, and half of the Fulun family's branches and leaves are connected to the court. Just these two lines, Your Majesty will never be able to turn against Fulun for those Xu Yinqian.

The blind man could see how obvious this was. But His Royal Highness wanted to rush around, and even greeted his own people, saying that it was a bird matter and that the cow shit was smoother than him.

Bloss curled his lips, but there was no smile on his face.

He knew that His Royal Highness had never looked at him with a glance.

However, even if he was a dog, he was guarding the door of Fulun and helping Fulun to get money in. It would be fine if you didn't look at him directly, but you shouldn't stare at a place where you shouldn't be staring. He also planned to let the dog work hard for him without even giving him a bone.

What's more, who can guarantee that the dog will not become a...a wolf?

Bloss lowered his eyes and looked at the fine sand spreading under his feet.

The spring breeze raises dust, and the wide sand gradually rises and falls, like waves rushing.

He stretched out his feet to flatten a thin wave, then piled it up with the tip of his boots, and suddenly there was a smile on his face.

He should have been happy in fact.

The last thing that the Wanliang Baobao pointed to was the Dan family of Zuo Shuai Mansion, and the result was simply great.

The fish and meat are all gone, and the knife and the chopping board are raised. Now, there is only one person who catches the knife.

"Master, I've brought the clothes." The guards took the clothes and came back.

Brush withdrew his mind, said "um" and was about to reach out to take the robe he held in his hand, but he glanced at him and saw that he was eager to speak but stopped. He couldn't help but look slightly: "What? Is there something wrong?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to report in a low voice: "Master, the slave market has been in a lot of trouble recently, and someone is buying 'goods' in large quantities. I just came down to report that the buyer was Zuo Shuai's Mansion."

Bloss looked at him expressionlessly: "So what?"

This is indeed not awesome news.

Baishuang City Slave City was mixed with various forces. As far as Bulushi knew, several princes in the capital invested money. Mangtai was an outsider and a newcomer. Before he could figure out the tricks here, he needed to be more at ease.

Now that two years have passed, Mangtai has firmly taken up the position of Zuo Shuai. Isn’t it normal to get involved in the business of the slave market? Who in this world would think that it’s too much money? If he hasn’t made any noise until now, that would be strange.

"When I go back to the Grand Marshal, the number is a bit large, almost eight hundred heads. The Zuo Zheng Mansion is still purchasing goods from Li Nufang, but the goods have not been taken away. He said that it will be picked up every few days, and it will be about a thousand heads." The guard's voice was very soft.

Bulush still had no expression, but was really surprised.

I bought nearly a thousand heads of Mu Na Heita in one go?

This number is really not small. The most he remembered was only about 500 heads at one time, and it was the work of a prince in Beijing. Mangtai was so hungry a while ago that he had to eat so much at one time?

Another thing, where did he get the money? In the end, the slave market price...Brosh suddenly seemed to remember something and laughed out loud: "Okay, I know everything. You send two people to stare at it from afar, there is no need to do more."

He waved his guard back and put on his new clothes. The collar was finally no longer so uncomfortable. Bulush's expression returned to calm, and this calmness continued until he climbed to the lonely building.

Mu Wen was still sitting leaning against the window as usual. When he saw his adopted son, his blue pupils reflected a little blue sky outside the window.

"Come here, my child." He opened his mouth and smiled at Bloss, his blackened teeth embedded in the bright red gums, indescribably strange.

"Muwen's father." Brush lowered his head and crawled at his feet, touched the dusty boots with his hand, and then pressed his fingers to his forehead. His voice was as pious as if he was praying: "I haven't seen you for many days, and I miss you very much."

"I have always cared about you, my child." Mu Wen patted his head gently, and said in a kind but serious tone like a real father:

"I told you before that I want to go to Changli to do something. Now that the matter has been done, I will return to you."

He paused for a moment, and a turbid breathing sound came from deep in his throat, and then he sighed quietly:

"I just didn't expect that his descendants would be so useless, and those vultures in golden robes were so greedy. I should have been happy, but I couldn't really be happy."

Slowly shook his head, Mu Wen leaned his body against the back of the chair, his whole face was covered in darkness, only his hands with old-spots were spread in the sun, and his fingers subconsciously fiddled with the tassels beside the table.

The tassels around the brocade table had already had some gaps, and they looked to have been torn off.

Brush raised his head, and a strange look surged in his eyes: "Has the old lion king been angry? His most cherished young lion was trying to dig the foundation of the nest, and the other young lion didn't even have his teeth, and he was thinking about occupying the old lion king's treasure..."

"Be careful, my child." Mu Wen interrupted him, with a little reproach in his voice: "Remember, no matter how young the lion is, he is the king of all beasts, and you must maintain the awe of them as it deserves."

The tassel that he had fiddled with finally broke. Mu Wen pulled it off, put it on the table, and bounced it gently.

The brocade fabric was bounced out and an arc was drawn in the sun.

Mu Wen did not look out the window, as if the brilliant sunshine and the breeze with the fragrance of flowers would burn him.

He lowered his body, and the one-eyed green pupil carefully penetrated into the edge of the light, deep and obscure, just like his murmuring voice:

"The seed has been buried, my child. Next, we just need to watch it from the side. If the water is not enough, we will water it; if the wind is not enough, we will blow it. One day... No, I believe that it will grow sharp thorns in the future, turning into sharp blades, stabbing into the heart of the old lion king, and it will never be removed."

He opened his mouth wide and laughed out loud, half of his tongue squirmed in his mouth like a snake with a head lost.

Brush also laughed: "The old lion king is not afraid of the tigers and wolves outside, but he is only worried about the increasingly strong little lion. Although the little lion is stupid, there is a lion protecting the cub behind it. If there is something really, will the lion protect the old lion king or its own flesh and blood?"

He stopped meaningfully and smiled with Mu Wen, both of them looking at him and looking at him.

The auspicious things that came down from the Prince's Palace to Baishuang City, such as rainbows, statues of gods and golden lights, have spread throughout Changli like the wind.
Chapter completed!