The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

How did you have the nerve to say the words "relapse of an old disease" in such a powerful way!

Gu Shinwei was speechless for a moment. Fortunately, she had a sudden thought that Mr. Fu would be scolded to death by Han Shiyan!

I didn’t expect that he could act better than Tang Erlang!

Tang Erlang only played the role of crying to see others off, but this little old man also acted to see off himself.

Seeing that the three people who followed him all opened their mouths to attack him, Mr. Fu quickly waved his hand, "Listen to me."

He sighed softly, sat down in the chair, then stretched out his hand and tapped his leg skillfully.

"This is not the first time I have resigned. When His Highness went west, I had already resigned. Now that the days have changed in the court, old ministers like us in the East Palace have no place to stand."

"It's just that the officials saw that they were getting old and were worried that with only Zhao Cheng as the successor, the entire court would become the next emperor and his mother's family, so they just left us old ministers there to occupy the carrot pit."

"I have resentment in my heart. Although the prince has no ability to pioneer, he can be a conservative king. He has a weak personality, and it is impossible for him to commit patricide and rebellion. He has obviously fallen into someone's trick."

"It's just that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Now I say these words, which are useless."

Mr. Fu said with a sad look in his eyes.

The East Palace used to be as stable as a mountain, and many veterans in the court upheld orthodoxy and had close contacts with the prince. He once sat in Zhao Jin's position, and later joined the Privy Council. He was well aware of the grievances between the Northern Dynasties and Dayong.

At that time, the officials were still carefully cultivating the prince, so they sent him to explain the twists and turns to the prince.

At that time, he hated iron and felt that the prince had a weak character and could not be a great person at all. He is also not good at controlling his subordinates and has no good ideas.

Concubine Su knew how to use Princess Fushun to win over the Han family and wanted to infiltrate Han Shiyan and Wu Jiang's gang, but the prince could not open his mouth or move his legs. In the end, there was only a relationship between monarch and minister, not friends. friendship.

If not... He dreamed about it countless times at midnight, and he wanted to capture the sons of the Han family and confess their relatives with blood, to see if there was the real dragon emperor lost by the official family... In this case, he could replace him with a useful one. The crown prince.

But one day, he saw the prince lying in a pool of blood on the jade platform...

He was filled with regret, and he even wondered if it was because of his thoughts and nagging day and night that he killed that ineffective but kind-hearted child.

Mr. Fu thought and beat his leg.

There was a kneepad tied to his leg. The herbal bag inside the kneepad had long since become useless, but he never removed it.

"Master, I saw that your legs hurt when the weather changed. I asked Doctor Shan to prepare a medicine pack for you. Jing Gu sewed knee pads. You can wear them on your legs to feel better."

Mr. Fu shook his head and drove out the voice in his mind, "I am no longer a useless person. I really don't have the energy to fight with others..."

Han Shiyan listened and sneered, "Just say you are afraid of death. The three of us are already impatient waiting to laugh at you."

"The old radish that's making pits? The old radish can also be used as pickles in jars, dried into shredded radish, or stewed into soup."

Mr. Fu's face flushed red, and he pointed at Han Shiyan angrily, "Why are you so mean in your words? No wonder the prince used to go looking for you and cry bitterly when he came back. Why bother with your words when you have to be merciful and merciful?"

Han Shiyan glanced at him and said, "If the imperial censor is not mean, can it be possible for him to imitate you and be a rotten carrot?"

Mr. Fu was speechless. He waved his hands feebly and sighed.

Then he turned to Wei Changming, who was standing next to him as motionless as a wooden man, "The officials should have given you a secret order. If anything happens to me, they will ask Han Yushi to go to the Northern Dynasty as an envoy to discuss peace talks, right?" ?" As soon as Mr. Fu said this, Wei Changming's power was instantly broken.

His widened eyes immediately betrayed him, and everyone present except Wu Jiang immediately understood that Mr. Fu had been right.

Mr. Fu saw this, smiled softly, and stroked his goatee, "I know this is the case. We have been monarchs for many years, and I know that he is a suspicious person. Above the entire court, he can make him There are not many people I trust.”

"He asked me to be the envoy, but he didn't arrange any errands for you. He just knows your nature and mine."

"I don't care about anything, but you will intervene forcefully. If the peace talks succeed, you will have the credit; if they fail, I will bear the blame."

"The official family has always been a contradictory person. He wants you to make meritorious deeds, and even wants to protect you from suffering losses."

"But Han Shiyan, he is wary of you again. Small achievements can lead to great achievements. There cannot be several high-ranking people named Han in this court at the same time. If you want to be the censor, the official family and the Han family should be relaxed at the same time. Take a breath, right?"

Han Shiyan did not refute, he just looked at Mr. Fu seriously.

"It doesn't matter. Han just wants to do what he thinks is right. As for what others...especially people like Master Fu think, he doesn't care at all."

Mr. Fu made a joke, he smiled mockingly, his expression became more and more complicated.

The camp suddenly became quiet. Wei Changming, who had come back to his senses, touched in his arms and took out a scroll. He scratched his head and said, "Master Fu, this imperial edict said that you are dead. Han Only the censor can succeed..."

Mr. Fu looked at Wei Changming with both anger and amusement. It is true that people's hearts are not as good as they used to be in the declining world.

How come today's young people are so annoying when they compete with each other!

"Then I'm going to die now?"

Wei Changming didn't answer, but his expression clearly said, it's not impossible, so he can take out the imperial edict!

Boss Fu was so angry that he fell down. He touched his heart and wished he could take out a handful of medicine!

"If you are really afraid of death, you should not go back to Bianjing now. If Xu Yi dies, the Duke of Lu and the Imperial City Department will definitely fight. If you go back to the center of the storm now, you will be torn into pieces if you are not careful. .”

"I am the censor. I don't need to perform any meritorious service. I only need to fulfill my duties as an official."

"You can look past it just by cheering up like you did just now. If you don't do well, Mr. Han will scold you in time."

Mr. Fu was stunned for a moment, and his expression softened a bit. He shook his head and touched his beard again, "I went back to Bianjing to prevent the Lu Duke's Palace from fighting with the Imperial City Division. Nowadays, the big Yong is under attack from the front and back, and there can be no more chaos in the rear."

"I'm low on energy. I can only do this one last thing before I retire and return home."

Gu Shiwei couldn't describe his feelings for a moment.

Mr. Fu seems to have made up his mind.

Her eyes moved and she asked directly, "Just now I saw Master Fu looking at the snake exorcist, but do you recognize her?"

Mr. Fu looked over in surprise. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "She is Jinggu. I have seen her in the East Palace before."