The best fake eunuch.

Leaving Wang Yu's residence, Fang Fangyi walked down the street in a daze, the past scenes appeared in his mind, thinking of his hatred and resentment towards his father, Fang Fangyi couldn't help tearing his hair, he resented I didn't see my father's pain.

He only now understands his father's pain. The house is easy to understand. His father is a person who values ​​his reputation more than his life. If something like that happens, his father will definitely prove his innocence by dying, but he didn't do that. Living with humiliation, it is because I can't let go of myself and my mother, and I can't bear the daily suffering, so I fell in love with gambling under the temptation of others.

Walking and walking, House Yi came to his mother's grave. Looking at his mother's grave, House Yi knelt on the ground and shouted heartbreakingly: "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't blame my father. I shouldn't."

While talking, he beat the ground, he knew it was too late to say all this, he would never forget the three words "I'm sorry" that his father said when he was dying. These three words should have been said by him, but now his father can't hear arrive.

Lying on his mother's grave, House Yi gritted his teeth and said: "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely, I will definitely clear my father's name, and I want those people to use my own blood to repay the debt they owed."

Put away your resentment, Fang Fangyi knows that hatred is meaningless, everyone can hate, but not everyone can trample the person who hates under their feet****.

But Fang Fangyi's heart is still very depressed, so depressed that he can't stand it, so depressed that he is about to go crazy, drinking to relieve his sorrow is his best choice.

In Fuyun Building, House Yi took out 100 taels of silver and put it on the table and said to the child, "Give me wine, good wine, and find me a good seat."

Seeing the 100 taels of silver, the child immediately greeted him enthusiastically, and led the house to the second floor regardless of the dirt all over his body.

Sitting on the stairs, House Yi drank one cup after another, from noon to nightfall, guests came and went, House Yi was still drinking, no matter what, Fuyun Building has such guests every day , the mistresses are not surprised, as long as you don't make trouble, no one will care about you if you can afford it.

Want to get drunk but can't get drunk, getting drunk is like sprinkling on fire, making the arrogance of melancholy even more insolent, which is exactly what Li Bai said, "If you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and toast to relieve your sorrow will make you more sad." '

House Yi fell on the table at once, and the flagon on the table fell down with a gurgle, and a flagon fell down the second floor. At this moment, a Persian passed by, and the flagon rubbed against the man's ear. He fell to the ground with a 'bang' and shattered to the ground, and the people around cheered secretly.

Taking a look, Fang Ziyi slowly said the word 'master', because he clearly saw that the jug turned a little to one side when it passed by the man, and he could change the wine pot quietly. According to the trajectory of the jug, this person must be a master, and the house easily recognized this person as one of the Persian envoys.

Without even looking at the broken jug, the man walked up the stairs calmly, without pausing at all when passing by House Yi, and House Yi did not move, lying on the table pretending to be drunk, Still shouting in his mouth: "Drink... drink."

Seeing that Fang Fangyi was drunk, the child feared that there would be further troubles, so he walked up to Fang Fangyi and said, "My lord, you are already drunk and can't drink any more."

"No, I still have to drink, I haven't had enough." He burped while talking.

"Still drinking, you've been drinking for a day, it's time to go."

"Oh, don't let me drink, then I'll go, I'll go." Yi Yi walked out of the rickety house, and fell down a few times during the process.

Watching the house leave easily, Xiao Er murmured from behind: "Who is it, drinking like this."

When going out, House Yi almost ran into several people who came in, and those people hurriedly avoided House Yi and went upstairs, but at that moment, House Yi saw the marks on them, and these people turned out to be Dong factory spies.

House Yi wondered why the people from Dongchang came here, pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground, looked up, House Yi saw that those people had entered the room of the Persian envoy just now, did they have some kind of conspiracy?The house is easy to think about.

After leaving the Fuyun Building, the sleepy eyes of the house suddenly became bright, and he turned around and went up to the roof. After a few ups and downs, he arrived at the Fuyun Building, and quietly stepped on the tiled house to find the room of the Persian envoy.

Uncovering the tiles on the house, House Yi saw that the Dongchang spies who entered were discussing something with the Persians. They gathered together and lowered their voices, but House Yi couldn't hear them at all. After talking for a while, the Dongchang spies Take out a piece of cloth like a map and hand it to the Persians.

A gust of wind blew over, and a small clod of soil fell in along the open hole. The house easily called "not good", but it was too late.

The Persian stuffed the cloth in his hand into his bosom and shouted, "Who is it?"

House Yi turned around and left, and Dongchang's spies hurriedly shouted, "We can't let him go."

Several East Factory spies, together with the Persians, jumped up with all their strength, smashed the roof with a "boom", and chased in the direction of the house.

House Yi is in a hurry to run ahead, and the few spies in Dongchang are nothing to worry about, but House Yi has no confidence in the Persians.

Fearing that the secret would be revealed, the Persians and Dongchang spies pursued closely all the way. House Yi was about to be caught up. At this time, a sword flashed and went straight to the Persians behind, blocking the way of the Persians.

Hearing the movement behind him, House Yi turned around to look and found that Leng Wuqing appeared behind him, with a long sword floating in his hand, and the long gown on his body motionless was whistling with the wind.

The Persian didn't expect to kill a person, and the sword Leng Qu invited made him dare not underestimate him, so he stopped and looked at Leng Wuqing coldly.

House Yi looked coldly and asked ruthlessly, "Why did you help me?"

"Help you, I'm not interested, I'm helping myself, remember your head is mine, without my permission, no one else can take it." Leng Quqiao said with a deadpan expression.

The spy from the East Factory said to the Persians: "Master Argus, we can't let them go away."

"They can't get away." After finishing speaking, several people forced up.

The Persian martial arts skills are strange, and a few Dongchang spies are not mediocre. For a while, the swords and swords are indistinguishable. The house has no swords and can only use half of its kung fu, so none of them can do anything to the other.

Ruthless sword moves, ruthless and selfless, no one can help, Fang Fangyi has to deal with the remaining few Dongchang spies. Everyone was lying down, and Fang Yi knew that even if these people were kept alive, they would not be able to ask questions, so it would be better to kill them to save trouble.

The more the Persian fought, the more frightened he was, a cold invitation was enough for him to deal with, and now there was another master standing by, knowing that there was nothing to be done, avoiding the cold and ruthless sword move, turning around and running away.

Seeing the Persians running away, Leng Quqin didn't chase after him. He turned to House Yi and said, "Your life is mine. Remember to bring a knife next time. Let me take your head."

For Leng Wuqing's appearance, Fang Fangyi was very puzzled. He didn't think that Leng's invitation was accidental, and he said to himself: "Could it be that he came to investigate something?"