shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 727 Brother Fuce's Comfort Is Really Special
Bai Zhi'er lowered her long eyelashes, a little lonely: "But I have no grievances with my uncle, why would he do this?"

Feng Fuce saw the little guy's sadness.

He pursed his thin lips and said, "But even if there is a private seal, it does not prove that this is King Qing's arrangement."

Feng Fuce looked at the steward with cold eyes.

"After all, even he himself said that he has never met King Qing, and everything is only through letters."

Bai Zhi'er cheered up and snorted heavily.

She asked fiercely: "Then tell me, why did my uncle arrange for you to make trouble!"

The steward complained: "The prince said in the letter, as long as the villain prevents the completion of the princess's Wenfu as scheduled, the longer the delay, the better."

Bai Zhi'er puffed up her pink cheeks, like a cloud of puzzling cotton.

"But...why did my uncle stop the opening of the Wenfu?"

The steward sighed for a long time: "My little ancestor, princess, why is this? Do you know how many people secretly hate you for running a literary school that helps the poor to study?"

"Those rich sons rely on their family background. If you set up a literary mansion so that the poor can also study and compete with the noble sons for official positions, isn't it just that you are hated by others?"

"Fengchao Wenfu, how many dignitaries' interests have been damaged, think about it!"

Hearing this, Bai Zhi'er lowered his head even more sadly.

"So, my uncle also thinks that Zhi'er's actions are harming his interests?"

The little guy was depressed, and his big water eyes were full of pitiful expressions.

Seeing this, Feng Fuce stepped forward and kicked again, breaking the steward's other arm.

"Ah—" the steward screamed again.

Feng Fuce scolded coldly: "Speak too much."

He took Bai Zhi'er's hand and told Lu Wang: "Gag his mouth and beat him with 88 sticks."

"Yes." Lu Wang cupped his hands.

Feng Fuce took Bai Zhi'er to the courtyard.

Lu Wang closed the door, Bai Zhi'er couldn't see, but occasionally he could hear the steward grunting like killing a pig.

Feng Fuce stood under the tree, his handsome eyes were covered by the shadow of the moon.

He bent down, looked at Bai Zhi'er and said, "As long as you feel that you have done the right thing, don't care what other people think, even if that person is your relative."

Bai Zhi'er's skin was delicate and white in the night.

Her eyes were clear and black, but there was a trace of disappointment.

"A small manager knows that the Wenfu has harmed the interests of many people, so usually, the officials who greet me with a smile on the surface are also secretly scolding me in their hearts?"

Feng Fuce stared, silent for a moment.

He said lightly: "At least you are better than me."

Bai Zhi'er looked at him puzzled.

Feng Fuce sneered: "Some of them scolded me not only in their hearts, but also in their mouths."

Bai Zhi'er laughed out loud.

Her juicy eyes were curved: "Brother Fuce, why do you use your own experience to comfort me!"

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "I'm telling the truth, in fact, some unnecessary barks don't need to be heard."

Bai Zhi'er jumped up and down: "Of course I know! It's the right thing, no matter how difficult it is, you have to persevere. But..."

Feng Fuce asked patiently: "But what?"

"However, brother Fuce, you have to treat me to Xijiangyue tomorrow. I can completely forget the little sadness caused by this incident."

Under the moonlight, the little guy smiled cleverly, cunningly like a little fox.

Feng Fuce couldn't help chuckling: "Is it that greedy?"

Bai Zhi'er retorted angrily: "It's just a meal, brother Fuce won't be so petty!"

"By the way, I said last time that I would buy Xijiangyue, and I will go talk to the shopkeeper about the price tomorrow, what do you think?"

"Forget it! Brother Fuce is already very hard in managing Shurawei. If he manages another restaurant, it will be even busier. You just need to take me to eat once every few days!"

Feng Fuce's eyes were dark, with a lighthearted emotion: "Okay, I promise you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they were especially intimate under the moonlight and in the shadow of flowers.

(End of this chapter)