Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 209 English (3)
Bu Youran bit her lip. In fact, she didn't understand, or maybe she didn't know exactly which level of Chu Jinyu's real identity she had guessed. Was it just a step?Or... Bu Youran?

Fu Zibo picked up his teacup and took a sip, "You really don't know him? Or have you never seen him before?"

Bu Youran turned around guiltily, and pretended to look out of the dark window calmly, "How could I have seen him before? Although he had been to Zhezhou, I hadn't even gone to seek refuge with my uncle at that time."

Fu Zibo laughed twice, "Why are you nervous? I'm just talking about it. It doesn't matter if you two know each other. It's even better."

Bu Youran didn't understand, she turned to look at him.

"It's easy to gain his trust in this way, and it will be beneficial and harmless to your future official career." Fu Zibo said, "The prince has been completely manipulated by him now. Even if he can ascend the throne in the future, he will only be the next Emperor Guangjing. Now he is full of enthusiasm." Ambition wears away little by little with time."

Bu Youran frowned again, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Zibo smiled bitterly, "What I want to say is what you think in your heart."

Seeing that Bu Youran didn't intend to say it, he continued, "As long as he continues to live, the world will always belong to his treacherous minister Chu Jinyu. Gotta trip him up."

"Although I have not been involved in government affairs, I can tell that the prime minister now has a single hand over the sky. He not only holds military power, but also controls the economy. How can he easily talk about moving him down like this?"

"I need foreign aid." Fu Zibo said.

"Foreign aid?" Bu Youran raised his voice, "You mean...you want to join forces with other countries?"

He nodded.

"The risk is very high. If you lose, the prime minister will not let you go easily. If you win, the country may not belong to the crown prince." Bu Youran has watched many TV dramas, and the future troubles of this kind of foreign aid are still endless. No smaller than a Chu Jinyu.

"I will try my best to eliminate these hidden dangers." Fu Zibo smiled.

Seeing his confidence, Bu Youran couldn't help but asked again, "Why did you tell me this? Are you afraid that I might be a spy?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a spy or not, I just know your ultimate goal. You have to support Fu Shan, and I will help you achieve it."

Bu Youran was surprised, "Where is the prince?"

"Didn't you also say that as long as Fushan sits on the dragon chair, it doesn't matter how long it takes, it can be one day or two days, and there have been such short days in all dynasties. So, no threat." He laughed.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Bu Youran looked at him.

"I found that the prime minister seems to treat you differently from others, and I want you to gain his trust."

Bu Youran couldn't help sneering, "Your calculation is also very good. It seems that you have observed such meticulously. It seems that you have already started planning."

Fu Zibo stood up, "Abu, if you were in my place, if you had been living in the capital, if you had really become a minister of the Guangjing Dynasty, you would not have said such things, you should listen to the people's evaluation of him, Look at how trembling these ministers are towards him, the entire government and the public are played by him, treacherous ministers get their way, villains get their way, this kind of life puts the people in dire straits, should we get rid of it?"

Bu Youran fell silent, feeling a little struggling inside.

"You make me think about it."

....

Bu Youran returned to the fast food restaurant. It was almost midnight, and a courier was left waiting for her in the store. After handing over the keys to her, she left.

Bu Youran locked the door from the inside, took a shower, took off her makeup, took off the human skin mask from her face, and lay down on the bed in a relaxed manner.

The quality of life in this time travel is better than the previous two times. The first is because the money is earned by oneself, so you can spend it as you want. For this bed alone, Bu Youran has laid nearly five mattresses under it. Lying on it is like a soft mattress, which is indescribably comfortable and warm.

Bu Youran had a cold in the morning, but at night, she felt more and more serious, with a splitting headache, and fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed.

When I woke up the next day, I heard a knock on the door.

Bu Youran impulsively got up to open the door, got off the bed suddenly, but staggered, fell to the ground, touched her cheek with her hand, suddenly realized that the human skin mask on her face hadn't been attached yet, so she hoarsely spoke to the door. shouted, "Wait a minute."

She hurriedly put it on in front of the mirror, waited to get dressed, about a quarter had passed by this time, and then went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was the chef, followed by a guard.

Bu Youran had seen this guard at Chu Jinyu's side, so she couldn't help but already had a guess in her heart.

The guard took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, my lord, please come to the mansion to have a talk."

Bu Youran hesitated, "But I should go..."

The guard said again, "Your Excellency said that you don't have to worry about the rest. Letting you go this time is for your promotion."

Bu Youran frowned, "Then you wait outside for a while." After she finished speaking, she asked the chef to follow in, wrote down her whereabouts on a piece of paper, and handed it to the chef, "Help me to the prince Inside Taifu's mansion."

After explaining, he changed into court clothes and followed the guards into a carriage and left.

The majestic prime minister's mansion is definitely not inferior to any other palace in the imperial palace. Looking around, the cost of its construction is absolutely unaffordable.

The location of the Prime Minister's Mansion is definitely the best among the official residences. According to modern times, it is a prime location within the second ring road of Beijing and above the central axis.

Bu leisurely walked on the paved gravel road, up the stairs until he passed a pool, and there was an octagonal pavilion not far away.

There were two people sitting in the pavilion, one was wearing a purple robe, his handsome side face became more and more glamorous like a sculpture under the rising sun, which made people unable to move his eyes away, while the person opposite was a man in fifty The man on the left and right spoke words that people around him couldn't understand.

As Bu leisurely walked in, the words became clearer and clearer, she was surprised, isn't this English?

(End of this chapter)