Chapter 225 Generals always love to commit crimes 7
"uh-huh!"
Fu Youan opened his eyes suddenly. The sky was slightly bright outside, and he suddenly felt like he didn't know what night it was.
After looking dazed for two or three seconds, Fu Youan suddenly woke up and looked at his clothes that had been taken off and the quilt that was covered with mess...
Not a dream!
Just now... it was not a dream!
Fu Youan trembled faintly all over, and then stood up quickly. After realizing that there was no discomfort in his body, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After getting up, he kicked the unconscious waiter awake.
The chamberlain saw the furious emperor in a daze, and was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground subconsciously, and shouted, "Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Fu Youan ignored him and slowly walked to a full-length mirror. At a glance, he saw the red marks on his neck that even spread to the collarbone.
How dare that assassin, how dare... to deceive others too much!
Fu Youan took a deep breath, his face covered with frost, and he stretched out his hand to push down the full-length mirror.
The mirror was delicate and fell into pieces with a few "clicks", reflecting the flickering candlelight in the palace and Fu Youan's murderous eyes.
All the waiters in the palace were trembling, not knowing why the emperor suddenly became so angry.
"Go and call me the person in charge of night patrol tonight!"
Fu Youansen said coldly, his tone was like a poisonous snake about to attack.
The servants didn't dare to ask any more questions and went out to find the deputy commander of the imperial army.
The dead Taoist friend is not a poor monk, hurry up and find yourself a scapegoat!
Soon, Zuo Heng, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, entered the dormitory. As soon as he knelt down and before he could say hello, an inkstone was smashed against him.
Zuo Heng groaned in pain, but he didn't even dare to reach out to wipe the blood stains. He only lowered his head and persuaded in horror: "Your Majesty, calm down."
"Calm down my anger? How do you tell me to calm down my anger?"
Fu You'an clutched his neck tightly, refusing to show any weakness in front of his ministers, and reprimanded sternly: "How do you guard the palace? Tonight there are assassins and thieves who have stunned all the maids and chambermaids in the palace and sneaked into my bedroom."
"If I hadn't responded in time, you might have to report my death to me tomorrow morning!"
assassin!
give obituary notice!
Zuo Heng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Is your Majesty injured? It's a minor minister who neglected his duty. Please punish me!"
Depend on!
Where did this bastard come from and dared to break into the palace and assassinate the emperor?
Wouldn't this fucking kill him?
If the emperor really dies today, even his whole family will die as well!
Fu Youan gritted his teeth, "Get out of here and investigate! If we can't find the assassin, you can go farm in Lingnan!"
"yes!"
Zuo Heng could only nod in response, with a bitter taste in his mouth.
After a long while, he finally dared to ask, "No, I wonder, Your Majesty, have you seen that assassin's appearance?"
"Just a dark shadow."
"What kind of eye shape is that, and the voice is..."
"I don't know."
Fu Youan glared at Zuo Heng. He said, "You can't pick up a pot of water if you don't wink!"
Zuo Heng quickly lowered his head and shut up, not daring to ask any more questions.
But the assassin was male or female, tall, short, fat, and thin, and his age was completely unknown. It was extremely peaceful in the palace tonight, and no one broke in.
How could he start investigating this?
Zuo Heng wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he took a peek at Fu Youan's extremely ugly expression, he didn't dare to say another word and retreated respectfully.
Fu Youan sat on the chair, thinking of the marks on his neck, a feeling of hatred rose from the bottom of his heart.
Unless he kills this man, he swears that he will not be a human being!
After a while, Zuo Heng started to move, and the palace was filled with the sound of the imperial guards searching.
But this "assassin" who came to the palace to steal incense and jade had already gone back to the Zhenguo Palace. Zuo Heng searched the whole palace, but couldn't find anything.
Shen Jiao's Qinggong was so good that when she left the house, even Han Cheng was completely unaware, let alone others.
Everyone just thought that she rested at home for the night and went to court the next day in great spirits.
Holding the elephant in her arms, Shen Jiao stood calmly in the first row on the right, at the head of the generals, and glanced at Fu Youan with a dark face, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
She was really worried when she heard that the emperor didn't sleep all night~
Isn’t that minister in the court a good at observing people’s emotions and making decisions according to the changing circumstances?
Seeing Fu Youan entering the door, he felt depressed, and those ministers who had already written their notes and were waiting to report them silently stuffed their own notes back into their sleeves.
If it is not necessary, they are determined to be nothing but wooden piles today, so it is best not to say a word!
But they can not talk about it, but there are some things that they cannot help but mention!
The Prime Minister looked left and right, thinking that a bunch of useless people still had to rely on him to support them, "Your Majesty, there was a sudden flood in my hometown a few months ago, and nearly fifteen villages and towns have been flooded."
"Asshole! Why are you reporting such a big thing now?"
Fu Youan was already very angry, but now he was even more angry. When he caught the courtiers, he would lash out at them and launch an indiscriminate group attack.
With that posture, I wanted to scold several courtiers to death to vent their anger.
Fortunately, the courtiers are all kind-hearted and fat. If they are scolded, just be scolded and the matter will be resolved.
Seeing this, Shen Jiao followed the crowd and knelt down to ask the emperor to calm down. She felt sympathy for these courtiers for a few seconds, but it was all because of herself.
She will try her best next time to stop dragging down two people.
Shen Jiao thought about it and took another sneak peek at Fu Youan, her eyes falling on his tightly covered neck.
I wonder if he noticed the small gift he gave?
After Fu Youan had finished scolding him, he returned to his wise appearance and took care of all the matters that needed to be dealt with. When he was about to retreat, he lowered his head and saw...
Lord Zhenguo, what is that look in your eyes?
What have you been looking at me for?
You still watch!
Fu Youan glared at Shen Jiao, knowing that his people had not yet controlled the Zhenbei Army, and now was not the time to attack Zhen Guogong.
He could only endure it.
He shook his sleeves violently, raised his feet and left.
Shen Jiao couldn't help but chuckle as she retreated.
"What kind of happy event has happened to Lord Zhen Guo?"
The old Duke standing next to her asked with an expression on his face as if he was surviving a disaster.
Shen Jiao touched her chin, "It's nothing, it's just that my sweetheart doesn't seem to like the gift I gave him very much."
The old Duke's face was filled with questions.
What's the point of being happy if your sweetheart doesn't like your gift?
etc!
"Shen Yu, do you have a sweetheart? I don't know which lady she is, but you have never heard of her?"
Does he still want to marry his granddaughter to Shen Yu?
Why does she have a sweetheart?
"His reputation is important, so I won't disclose it. You will know it later." Shen Jiao said lightly with a smile.
The old Duke sighed and asked no more questions, "Well, the Emperor has been in a bad mood these days. It would be better for me, an old man, to come to court less frequently. I cannot bear the excitement."
The old Duke waved his hand and was about to leave.
He originally wanted to mention the matter of selecting talents in the army today, but he decided not to mention it now and would talk about it in a few days.
Shen Jiao walked beside him, remembering how Fu Youan was holding his breath just now, and couldn't help laughing.
Old Duke:???
Does the Duke of Zhen like other people's gifts but not hers?
This preference is a bit different from ordinary people!