Pu Bucheng himself said that a living person cannot keep a secret.
Then the people who handle this matter can only remain silent forever if they die.
Zhou Wugen was very smart, and he guessed it correctly. At the same time, he also thought that the only person in the palace who could save him was the Chief Manager Wang in front of him.
However, he chose to beg Bashan, right? Or to be precise, he thought Bashan had the ability to save him, but was Bashan willing? To be more precise, even if Bashan could, would he be willing?
"The Chief...after taking care of the nobles in the palace, it is the time for the villain to die..."
"Get up quickly, let's go into the palace in front of you. We had a friendship when we were young and stole snacks together. How can the Zajia family ignore you!" Wang Bashi controlled his expression, smiled and helped the other person up, frowning deliberately, "Since you want to go to the Zajia family,
The Zajia family cannot just sit idly by and only focus on this matter..."
"Whatever your request is, as long as I can do it!"
"What do you think of the Zajia family? We are all poor people, and the Zajia family can take advantage of you?" The bastard glared at him and said in a low voice, "You should know that even if we can save one person, the Zajia family can only save you.
....”
"This is natural!" Zhou Wugen nodded desperately.
He felt that the meaning of the bastard's shameful words should be that this matter cannot be made public, and I can only save you.
Actually, right?
Seeing that his expression had calmed down a lot and he was not as panicked as before, the bastard said with a smile, "You should do as Mr. Pu said. Tomorrow, the Zajia family will tell the emperor that the person who bought the imperial kitchen is too old to be used, so he asked you to take his place.
"
Suddenly, Zhou Wugen's eyes lit up.
"When the sky falls, you can go out of the palace to buy things and hide out, and then come back when the weather calms down!" The bastard smiled sarcastically, "Isn't that enough? Look at how panicked you are!"
"Thank you so much, Chief Manager, for saving my life!" Zhou Wugen was already sobbing.
"Don't cry, go back quickly. There are too many people in the palace, and the Za family can't stay here for long. Just relax, the Za family will help you naturally. They are all our own brothers. If we don't take care of you, who will we take care of!" The bastard said with a smile again.
Zhou Wugen left with a lot of gratitude. When his back disappeared, the bastard glared fiercely and sat down slumped, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
"You bitch, you're here to harm me! Save you? Don't even think about it. Do I dare to get involved in this matter?" After thinking about it, I thought, "No, I have to let husband Park know that he came to me, otherwise
I got into a whole lot of trouble, I can’t explain it!”
~~
It was bright and clear, and the outlines of the mountain ridges could be vaguely seen.
The kang in the room was next to the window, and the old man was lying with his head on the kang, his head and feet facing the window.
It can't be said that he was lying down, with the thick quilt on his back, staring out the window at the hazy scene.
Suddenly, there was a sound outside.
The old man turned his head sharply, his eyes bright and frightening.
Pu Bucheng came in from outside and said, "Your Majesty, it's done!"
The old man said nothing and still looked at Pu Bucheng quietly.
"Your Majesty, you haven't slept all night?" Pu Bucheng was shocked and took a few steps forward, "This can't be done..."
"There will be more time to sleep in the future!" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he smiled bitterly, "Why are you so anxious?" He sat up straight with his legs crossed, "You take out our old clothes from the cabinet and give them to us again.
have a look!"
Pu Bucheng endured the pain in his heart and said with a wry smile, "You, don't think too much, you are so strong and you are still alive!" He said, like coaxing a child, "Don't look, ah! It's unlucky! If you don't want to
Go to bed, and your servant will help you freshen up. The small kitchen has prepared millet porridge, mutton pie, and sugar and garlic for you!"
"Are we still alive?" The old man lowered his head, "We had another dream last night!"
"I think about it every day and dream about it at night!" Pu Bucheng stepped forward, and then he...
He actually reached out and picked up the old man. Not only did he hold him up very steadily, he walked step by step to the table and put the old man in the chair.
"My servant is at your service..." As he said this, he suddenly saw the old man's eyes fixed on the mirror on the table.
"My slave will comb your hair!" Pu Bucheng took two steps forward and blocked the mirror.
"Go away!" the old man shouted coldly, pushed Pu Bucheng away, and continued to stare at the mirror.
In the mirror, there is an extremely old, gray face.
"Look at our face!" The old man touched his cheek, "Are we looking like a dead person?"
"There are no lights in the room, so it's dark!" Pu Bucheng said hurriedly, "Besides, you didn't sleep last night, so your face naturally looks bad!" He said with a smile, "You still think you are in your thirties.
!Haha, let alone you, if I don’t sleep well all night, my complexion will not recover for several days!”
The old man didn't say anything, he just looked at the mirror in front of him with complicated eyes.
"Master, you have been a hero all your life, so you can't scare yourself!" Pu Bucheng said softly, "You have gone through so many obstacles, just because Xi Laodao said a few words in fear..."
"You know, he won't blather blindly unless he is dying!" the old man whispered.
Then, the old man looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly sneered, "Ha! Humph!"
Then he suddenly grabbed Pu Bucheng's hand, his eyes extremely stubborn, "It's embarrassing, we're embarrassed!"
"We are still scared, scared to death!"
Who is not afraid of death, especially when you know your end is approaching and you have to endure the time.
This kind of pain far exceeds any kind of pain in the world. It tortures people's hearts and causes earth-shaking changes.
"Look at what you said, who is not afraid of death? Who has not been afraid of death throughout the ages!" Pu Bucheng said with a smile.
"But we have never been afraid of death in our lives. If we were afraid of death, there would be no Zhu Chongba now!" The old man stared at the mirror again, with a very fierce expression, "Damn it, you want to take us away? Believe it or not, the Palace of Hell
I'll light the fire for you, and I'll kill all the wives of your Lord of Hell!"
Pu Bucheng applauded from the side, "Master, don't tell me, even if you get to the Palace of the King of Hell, the Lord of Hell will have to kneel down and kowtow to you!"
"He dares not to kneel down, we are the emperor!" The old man sneered and continued to look at himself in the mirror, "People are not afraid of death, people are afraid of waiting to die, and now we are waiting to die and suffer the mother-in-law, so I am so upset!"
Pu Bucheng gently combed the old man's hair, "Actually, everyone is afraid of death. You see, King Xiang Yu of Chu is not afraid of death, right?"
The old man was attracted by his words and turned his head slightly and looked away.
Pu Bucheng continued, "He wiped his own neck, and others said he was a hero. But from the slave's point of view, it was just a matter of anger! After that strength, he may not be able to do it!"
"Yes, you are right. After that point, he may not be able to take action!" The old man smiled, but the next second, his expression changed again, "No, you are wrong."
Pu Bucheng's hands froze and he didn't know how to continue persuading him.
"He is Xiang Yu. Even if he doesn't kill himself in Wujiang, he will kill himself somewhere else. He can't live with nothing!" The old man said slowly, "He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of being humiliated!"
"And Zhang Shicheng!" the old man continued. "When the city of Suzhou was destroyed, he ordered all his wives and concubines to commit suicide to prevent being humiliated. He also found a rope but did not die! After being captured, he finally killed himself while others were not being harmed.
Hanged!"
"Are they afraid of death? They are definitely not afraid of death! Xiang Yu and Zhang Shicheng are both heroes! They are not heroes, they are heroes!"
As he said that, the old man's eyes became firm, "Heroes are not afraid of death! They are afraid of dying as cowards! But aren't they dying as cowards?"
Pu Bucheng smiled silently and continued to comb his hair, "What about you? Are you a hero or a hero?"
"Of course we are heroes!" The old man raised his head proudly, "If we were Xiang Yu, we would never commit suicide in Wujiang. So what if we break out alone. We can return to Jiangdong to gather our sons and fight him again with Liu Bang. Hey, so many people died after him.
, as the lord, he doesn’t want to avenge his sons, and thinks that he will be dead once and for all. He looks like a hero, but in fact... he is a coward!"
"Zhang Shicheng can't do it either! He has ruined such a big foundation and thinks he will be a man once he dies? Ha, bullshit! If we were him, we would escape no matter what. Even if there is no chance to make money, we can still be a happy and wealthy family.
Weng."
"Men, it is easy to die, but it is harder to live! In our opinion, they are all weak-minded people who cannot withstand setbacks! Men, they have to be like the emperor of the Han Dynasty and persevere in order to achieve anything!"
"Cowards, they are all cowards!"
"So, this great hero of all time belongs to you!" Pu Bucheng said with a smile.
"Hehe!" The old man laughed twice and looked at the mirror in front of him fiercely, "We don't want to die in vain! We sigh all day long and can't get up from the bed. We look at everyone as if we are seeing them for the last time.
Che Zhuluan talked endlessly, and he couldn't bear to swallow it at the last breath. He didn't even wait for God to stop, he scared himself to death first!"
"Haha, you're right!" Pu Bucheng laughed.
"Go!" the old man said, "We don't look good. Get something to cover us up so that no one can see that we don't look good!"
At this time, a ray of light from outside came in, and it was really bright.
The old man turned his head and looked at the dust rippling in the sunlight, "You'd better slow down for me, don't make it dark in the blink of an eye."
