Fallen Genius

At this moment, the Fu family has already become a beehive that has been punctured in a hurry.

To have a big birthday at the age of 17 is a rare event that has never happened in a thousand years in Hucheng.But for the slaves of the Fu family, this is the time to earn rewards and show off. It is also a rare event in a thousand years, how can you miss it?

Butler Nie Ji was in command, and the four major maids delivered various instructions from the young master and put forward various requirements to strictly control the quality.The people below were running errands, shopping, and cleaning. It was a prosperous scene.

"Hucheng Classical Music Troupe?" Dongmei, who was eating melon seeds, rolled her eyes at the owner of the performance troupe I recommended, "Tell me, what do you all know?"

"Of course it's a classic musical. There are Ode to the King, Hymns to Warriors, Great Shows of Prosperity, Harvest Songs, and recitations of classic poems..." The owner of the Hucheng Classical Musical Theater Troupe is familiar with his treasures, and his face is full of pride, "Miss Discontent said , in Hucheng, only our Hucheng Classical Music Theater Troupe is a high-end troupe, and our performers are all famous artists, so that's settled."

Dongmei casually spat out a piece of melon seed skin, and said slowly: "Aside from these main theme things, what else do they have?"

The boss looked stunned, "Isn't it enough to know these? Those are all elegant arts, and you won't get tired of them after listening to them a hundred times."

"Don't tell my sister about those shit arts, I'll just ask you, do those girls in your group do striptease?"

"Scared?" The boss shuddered suddenly.

"Looking at that brother pig's expression, you know it won't happen, so what are you still doing here? Wasting my sister's time." Dongmei spat out another melon seed skin, and the broken melon seed skin fluttered across the void , almost fell on the bridge of the boss's nose.

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, the boss said angrily: "You are blaspheming art! I, I despise you!"

"You can despise one of my sister's hairs, can't you? Then you still despise a hair? Tell you, this is what our young master means. Unless you are stripping, you will not be invited, hehe, if I'm you, I'll let them dance, ten times the performance fee, your performance troupe that is about to go bankrupt, I don't know what life it is to have the good fortune to meet our young master's 17th birthday, in a word, dance or not? "

"I, we...jump!" The boss drooped his head weakly, then raised his head again immediately, "Can you keep some dignity for those artists, just take off your coat?"

"Don't keep one thing, or we will have a face-to-face interview. Besides, I guess, you didn't miss the two boys at the gate when you saw me? I know it's not easy for you, but there are people like you who are waiting to see me outside." There is still a queue, so after this village, there will be no such shop.”

"Okay..." The boss's head drooped again, his heart filled with soreness, "I curse you, Fu Shubao! Treat orthodox artists like this, you will die!"

"I'll go back and prepare after I've decided. I still have to meet the bosses of other performance troupes."

"Haven't we already been booked? Why are you still seeing someone else?"

"The young master said, the more the better, as long as it is a dancer who can take off his clothes, he will invite as many as he likes, as long as the guests who come to celebrate his birthday are happy, he will give the reward readily. By the way, before you, I have Talked to a performance troupe from Luo Guo, they are all blond beauties, one dares to take off than the other, you also learn from them, keep pace with the times, don't always starve with those main themes .”

The boss was only in his early fifties, but now, he suddenly seemed to be 30 years older.

If Dongmei said a few more words, it must be a scene full of tears.

But in the end, you have to take it off, right?

Life can wear out the edge of a warrior, let alone some poor artists?

The reality is so cruel.Either you jump to make money, or someone else will make money.The young master is the one who made the rules. If you want to earn his money, you have to abide by the rules he made.

In addition to such exciting programs as striptease, the young master’s 17th birthday also had more exciting programs, such as gambling, charades to give away beauties, food, etc. It seemed messy, but it really made people linger.

Nie Ji and the four maids are responsible for these miscellaneous things, so Fu Shubao doesn't need to bother at all.Of course, there are also things that bother him, such as his mother.

When Du Wushuang asked Fu Shubao who his father was for the first time, Fu Shubao was speechless, but when she asked Fu Shubao the same question for the second time, she heard a poignant love story that moved her to tears.

The heroine of the story is Du Wushuang, and the heroine of the story is a mysterious man named Fu Xiaotian, whose strength is unfathomable, does not do other things, only acts of chivalry, and is even more gentle and considerate, elegant and handsome. perfect lover.The male and female protagonists met in a fairyland-like mountain and fell in love with each other, and then that happened in a cave, giving birth to Fu Baobao...

"My dear, your father is so outstanding... why don't I have any impression of Mom?" In the study, Du Wushuang was enjoying Fu Shubao rubbing her shoulders, but at the same time, his face was full of doubts.

"Mom, you've become obsessed with practicing kung fu, think about it, you almost don't even know my son, how can you remember my father?"

"Then where is your father now?"

"He... crushed the void and transformed into a god." Fu Shubao had already prepared his speech.For a fictional person, it is better to keep him out of this world.

"Then what's going on with your current father named Fu Duoqian?" Du Wushuang was still confused.

"Mom, didn't I tell you? Why did you forget that my father is only a nominal father, and his life was saved by my savior, Venerable Nantian. Later, Venerable Nantian passed away. He entrusted me to this father before, and asked him to pretend to be my real father... Why did he pretend to be my real father? Mom, you don't understand, my father who is a hero and a righteous man has so many enemies that he can't be counted Qing, you don’t know where you are. I am a child, am I easy? Although Fu Duoqian is my father in name, but he has been doing business abroad all year round, leaving me alone, everyone wants to bully me... ..." Fu Shubao's voice choked up slightly when he said the sad part, and some tears appeared in his eyes, as if he was so miserable that he was about to cry.

"Whoever dares to bully you, my mother will kill him all over the house!" Seeing how miserable her beloved son is, the mother immediately became angry.

"Mom, it would be nice if our mother and son were reunited. It doesn't matter if I get bullied a little bit." Fu Shubao threw himself into Du Wushuang's arms, smiling secretly while enjoying the warm embrace.

Du Yin'er lovingly stroked her precious son's head, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, son, you said that mom, I have become obsessed with practicing kung fu. What kind of kung fu is suitable for me?"

"That's it, the scroll of refining the gods." Fu Shubao took out the piece of metal again.

"Refining Tianshen Scroll... It's a very familiar name, but why can't I remember it at all?"

"If you think about it, why don't you just slap me to death?" Fu Shubao said in his heart, but said: "Back then, my father, who was a hero and righteous man, wanted to go beyond the limit of his strength, so he cruelly left our mother and daughter behind. At that time, Mom, you did not know where to find this thing, and said that you could reach that level to prove it to my dear father, so you started to practice Tianshen Scroll. Later, one day, I still remember taking it out of the window one day. It's raining heavily, clattering..."

"What happened that day, are you telling me?" Du Wushuang was always eager for things that could help restore his memory.

"That day when you came to your child's bed, you told your child that your practice has entered a critical period. Whether you succeed or not depends on that practice. I was young at the time and didn't understand what you meant. Give the god scroll to the child, saying that if you also become a god and go to my dear father, I will also practice this god scroll, and finally our family will be reunited..."

Du Wushuang suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Shubao in his arms, and said with some sobs: "Mom is confused, your cruel father left us mother and mother, and mother shouldn't leave you alone to suffer, my dear, Mom will make it up to you in the future, mom won’t practice this heavenly scroll anymore, so you’d better not do it either.”

"It's strange if you don't practice..." Fu Shubao said in his heart, and after putting away the Heavenly Alchemy Scroll, he remembered an important point, "Mom, there are many liars in this world, and there are many people who want to harm us. I heard a lot of rumors about you, saying that you slept in a poisonous ancient tomb for 200 years..."

"What? Whoever wants to say such absurd words in front of me, I will let him sleep in the tomb until he can't wake up!"

"I also heard that I'm not your son at all..."

"Damn it! Whoever dares to say such words to drive a wedge between our mother and child in front of me, I will kill him immediately!"

"If someone speaks bad things behind my back in front of you, mother..."

"Son, he doesn't even have to think about it. Mom didn't listen to a word and just cut his tongue!"

"It's better for the mother to treat the child well, and the child will be filial to the mother for the rest of his life..."

"Oh, baby, come here and give me a hug..."

Whether a lie can be believed is not a simple matter, it needs more lies to cover up, of course, the truth is also essential.Fu Shubao's real thing in this panic is something Du Wushuang is familiar with, the refining scroll of gods.There is also Mr. Fu Duoqian, an outstanding example of a profiteer who has been doing business abroad for many years.But he also knew that to completely solve the problem of Du Wushuang, lies were not enough.

For several consecutive days, Fu Shubao instilled a certain amount of lies in Du Wushuang's mind every day. He had already depicted a real world of lies in Du Wushuang's mind. In this world, he was her only relative. The only person you can trust.That's it.

In addition, Fu Shubao also tried his best to observe Du Wushuang's various manifestations, language, behavior and even a look in his eyes. When Du Wushuang held him in his arms, he also came to a conclusion that reassured him.That is, Du Wushuang, who has been sleeping in the ancient tomb for 200 years, has no chance of recovering her previous memories. Not only that, she also suffers from severe mental illness, delusions, withdrawn, irritability, multiple personalities, and violent tendencies...

Such a mother is definitely a nightmare for others, but for his precious son, it is a standard loving mother.Now he probably wants the stars in the sky, and Du Wushuang will probably find a way to stab him with two.

"I don't know if Duhuo and the others will be able to arrive at Tiger City on time tomorrow. Will Hideyoshi, that man with a human face and a beastly heart, come to kill me tomorrow? I'm so looking forward to it... Hehehe..."

Du Wushuang, with dull eyes, didn't know what her precious son was laughing at, but she knew that her hand should be gently stroking Fu Shubao's head.

However, with her presence, tomorrow's Fu Mansion will definitely be a hornet's nest that explodes at any time!

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