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Chapter 227 The general always loves to commit the following crimes 9

Han Cheng agreed quickly and did not consider at all that this matter had not been brought to the emperor's mouth. If he actually did it, it would be a serious crime of beheading if he was found out.

Shen Jiao didn't care about this little problem.

If Tara wants to marry the fifth princess, she will definitely send envoys to the capital.

She stopped him first, and then if he really made the man in the palace angry, she would go out and knock Tara down and coax him.

Shen Jiao curled her lips and thought.

She hasn't been to the palace these days, and she really misses him~

Thinking of this, Shen Jiao turned around and went to the warehouse. In that jewel-filled warehouse filled with treasures, she found a sixty-story ivory exquisite ball.

She bumped it casually and turned the inner layer of the exquisite ball, "This is not bad."

Han Cheng:……

Since the general came to Beijing, he couldn't understand some of the general's behaviors even more!

Obviously Shen Jiao had no intention of explaining to him, so she carried the exquisite ball back to the room, put it in her pocket and left the next day.

When he went to court, Fu Youan's face was still not very good-looking, but it was much better than before, and he spoke much calmer.

He looked down calmly, occasionally glancing at Shen Jiao, casually with a hint of suspicion in his heart.

This person had nothing to do all day long, and he didn't say a word when he went to court. So why did she get up so early and come to court?

Soon, Fu Youan knew what she was here for.

"You said this is the exquisite ball given to me by the Duke of Zhenguo?"

Fu Youan looked at the white and delicate ivory ball in Bai Song's hand, his face filled with question marks.

"Yes."

Bai Song was also puzzled.

He had never seen anyone like Zhen Guo Gong, who gave good things to the emperor when he had nothing to do.

Are you talking about flattery?

This doesn't even look like it.

"The Duke of Zhenguo didn't say anything. He only said that the emperor was in a bad mood a few days ago, so he asked his servant to give this exquisite ball to the emperor to play with."

Bai Song then added another sentence.

Fu Youan took the exquisite ball and turned it around casually. Looking at the exquisite carvings inside, he couldn't tell what he felt like, "The Zhenguo Palace is really rich."

Sixty floors.

He doesn't even have such good things in his treasury.

As expected of the Zhenguo Palace, which has been passed down for four generations and has made war fortunes from generation to generation, it is indeed richer than the emperor himself.

Bai Song lowered his head and said nothing. This was really hard to answer.

Playing with the exquisite ball, Fu Youan felt that his mood was really relaxed, and asked again, "She didn't say what she asked me to do?"

Bai Song shook his head, "Really not."

"Um."

Fu Youan returned the exquisite ball to Bai Song and said, "Send it to Dr. Zhang."

Check, right?

The slave understands!

Bai Song hugged the things and left, went straight to the imperial hospital, and waited until night before returning the exquisite ball to Fu Youan. "The imperial doctor said there was nothing abnormal."

Fu Youan nodded and waved his hand gently.

Bai Song then retreated knowingly.

Fu Youan touched the cold jade, looked at the beautiful exquisite ball, and suddenly thought of Shen Jiao who was drinking and having fun with Fu Hansheng just yesterday.

He really couldn't see through what the Duke of Zhen was thinking.

Are you trying to bet on both him and Fu Hansheng?

Don’t be afraid of capsizing!

Fu Youan snorted lightly.

He had no idea that Shen Jiao was already hiding in his dormitory quietly under the cover of night, and was staring at him with interest.

Shen Jiao slowed down her breathing and watched Fu Youan take off his dragon robe and put on his pajamas. His thin back was covered with a layer of tight but not prominent muscles, which looked particularly beautiful.

That waist is narrow and thin, and those legs...

Tsk~

I came back late last night and missed such beauty!

Shen Jiao couldn't help but sigh secretly in her heart.

Fu Youan gathered his clothes and suddenly turned his head, looking around in surprise, feeling like someone was staring at him from behind.

Is it an illusion?

Fu You'an's head suddenly tightened, he put on his clothes and called Zuo Heng in, "Please patrol closely tonight. If you let another assassin in, I'll take your head."

"yes!"

Zuo Heng responded in a deep voice.

Fu Youan waved him away and sat on the bed, staring at the dancing candlelight beside the bed. His eyelids slowly became a little heavy.

He raised his eyes, glimpsed another black shadow in a daze, and then fell asleep.

Looking at the room full of sleeping slaves, Shen Jiao fell to the ground as lightly as a gust of wind, thinking that this thing is really useful.

I don’t know which new host signed by 229 collected the good stuff and put it in the system space.

She uses it first as a courtesy!

She sat on the edge of the bed, turned Fu Youan over, and poked his waist.

She wanted to touch it just now.

Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.

After staying for about half an hour, Shen Jiao packed up Fu Youan again and left quietly.

The next day, Fu Youan got up in a panic. After discovering the marks on his body, he called Zuo Heng in and kicked him without saying a word.

Zuo·Big wronged·Heng:???

Your Majesty, why are you kicking me again?

The veins on Fu Youan's forehead were twitching, "How did you patrol last night?"

"Could it be that the assassin is here again? Your Majesty, I'll forgive you. I really didn't notice any movement." Zuo Heng pinched his sleeves.

It's over, can he still save his head this time?

Seeing that Fu Youan didn't answer, Zuo Heng asked again, "When did the assassin enter the chamber? Did he hurt the emperor? Did..."

Every question Zuo Heng asked was a step on Fu Youan's rational line.

He didn't want to think about what happened last night!

"okay!"

Fu Youan gave Zuo Heng a cold look, scolded him, slapped him on the board, and kicked him out.

After Shen Jiao learned the news, she was silent for a while, then she grabbed a bunch of medicinal materials from the warehouse and slowly sent them to Zuo Heng's house.

Zuo Heng was also confused when he received the medicinal materials.

He and Zhenguo Gong had no close relationship, so why did the other party send medicinal materials to him?

Moreover, the medicinal materials were delivered to the door without much care, and it was really hard for him not to accept them.

"Thank you Lord Zhenguo for me."

Zuo Heng told the person who came to give the gift that he would have to find an opportunity to repay the gift next time so as not to owe the other person a debt of gratitude.

The person who gave the gift smiled politely and said, "My father-in-law said that you have also suffered an unreasonable disaster this time, so there is no need to be polite."

There is another sentence in Shen Jiao's original words - there will be more days like this in the future.

The person who gave the gift did not dare to say it.

After all, it really sounds like he is cursing the other person to be beaten all day long.

Zuo Heng frowned slightly, "It's because I'm not doing things well, and Mr. Lao Guo is worried."

He had been punished and had to cultivate himself. The matter of investigating the assassins naturally fell to the commander of the imperial army. The latter went to Zuo Heng's Mansion to complain in tears.

Zuo Heng had no choice but to express sympathy for two seconds, and felt relieved in his heart.

This hot potato has been thrown away.

If you put it in your own hands again, you will be burned to death!

But the courtiers found that the emperor, who was in a good mood, turned around and darkened his face again, and his curse words became more and more sharp. The courtiers concluded that in this troubled time, it would be better to move less.

In an instant, fewer people came to Fu Hansheng's house.

Fu Hansheng was so angry that he laughed.

assassin?

Even if the imperial guards surrounded the palace like an iron barrel, which assassin could get in?

Fu Youan clearly used this to warn himself and break up his own power!

What a black heart!


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