Chapter 12 The Power-Seizing Regent Dad is Ruthless 12
Chapter 12 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 12
Fuchen couldn't help but get up, walked to the door, and asked the regent who was still shouting stiffly, "Dad, what are you doing?"
I was calling her name in the middle of the night. What about calling her soul?
The regent suddenly turned around and heard the familiar word "Daddy". His stiff face collapsed like a mudslide. He shook twice and quickly returned to calm. Only the shadow of the tree swayed. He said "Hmm" for a long time, then pointed outside and said, "Thank you."
Yue. Come here to enjoy the moon."
The moonlight was bright, and the courtyard was illuminated brightly, illuminating a big idiot.
Fuchen secretly rolled his eyes, turned around and went back, "Let's talk about something." He pulled up the quilt and prepared to go back to sleep.
The regent followed, feeling it was a good opportunity, "I want to know what's wrong with you."
Fuchen paused and remained silent.
After all, she was just a passer-by. It was normal for her to leave no trace and be replaced sooner or later.
It's her pretentiousness.
Fuchen lay down on the bed, turned his back, his eyes were hot, and he wanted to cry again.
He tried his best to suppress the desire to choke in his throat and silently suppressed the grievance.
The regent took off his shoes and socks, lay undressed next to him, and patted Fuchen on the back.
However, the three-foot child already had a lot of negative emotions. The regent sighed slightly, it was because he was not good at taking care of others.
Fuchen's eyes were red, he turned around and choked, "Dad, if I call you daddy, can you remember me? I don't want to lie on the ground silently, as if I've never been here."
My throat was so depressed that it felt like bone piercing my throat, and I finally burst into tears, howling "ahhhhh" in the middle of the night.
The dark room and the moonlit courtyard were filled with cries and cries.
The regent took Fuchen in his arms, held him in his arms, pressed his chin tightly against Fuchen's head, and said in a low voice, "No. Qianqian will not die."
His eyes shimmered in the dark night, with tenderness and love in his eyes.
This child who appeared inexplicably, a child who looked like himself, inadvertently evoked his father's love.
He knew clearly: There may be many children in the future, but this child will never be forgotten.
"I won't forget it. Daddy won't forget it." The Prince Regent couldn't help but choked up in his throat. He took a deep breath and pressed it down. He stroked it gently with his calloused hands.
"Dad, I hope you sit in that seat." Fuchen raised his head and replied seriously. His pure eyes were as bright as pearls in the dark night.
There is still a cruel innocence on his face.
The regent finally shed a line of tears: she understands everything, knows everything.
"I'm sorry. Daddy...Daddy is not a good father." The regent choked. His face, which had always been as stone as a rock, finally fell apart.
Fuchen patted the regent's shoulder with his small hand, and said comforting words with his tender face, "It's okay. Ah Chen has known it for a long time. Ah Chen, I just don't want to be forgotten."
The regent lowered his head and burst into tears. He was ashamed in front of this daughter.
She was too immature. Her eyes were too bright and pure. The smile on her face and her affectionate movements made him feel guilty.
At this moment, the regent wanted to avoid her.
He held Fuchen in his arms and did not dare to look at her face.
In the black corner of the room, Suiying stood there, watching the two of them silently, taking everything in with his calm eyes.
That night, Fuchen fell asleep in the arms of the regent.
The regent hugged Fuchen and stayed there all night with his eyes open.
When the dawn sun stung his dry eyes, the Prince Regent blinked hard to restore comfort to his eyes. He stood up, gently put the person in his arms on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.
Staring at Xiao Qianqian's childish and delicate face, the Prince Regent gently scraped his face with the back of his finger, and a smooth texture as soft and elastic as cream came through.
There is light at the bottom of the eagle's eye.
The Prince Regent turned around and got out of bed, put on his clothes neatly, glanced at the beggars sleeping outside, strode away, and closed the door gently.
Returning to his study, he asked, "What's going on with Zhang Zhizhi?"
After three arrests and three releases last time, it was impossible for the regent to really release him. There were people watching him the whole time. As soon as Zhang Zhizhi's people came close, they killed him.
Half of Zhang Hunzhi's minions in the capital were eliminated, and the rest did not dare to show up at all.
Five thousand private soldiers were kept in captivity in the suburbs. They also set up checks on necessary roads and did not let any food pass.
A month has passed and the five thousand private soldiers will be hungry even if they have food reserves.
It can be said that although Zhang Zhizhi, the spider, did not move, his legs were broken one by one.
"Your Majesty, Zhang Yanzhi is still hiding in the courtyard on Liuhe Street and has not come out at all. Except for the owner of the grain and oil shop who delivers food every three days, no one else has been seen," the general replied.
The grain and oil boss was responsible for delivering messages, but could not receive much information. The regent kept him in order to avoid being too anxious to jump over the wall.
"Over there in the suburbs, the private army has not moved yet."
Since these private soldiers were cut and fed by the prince, once they attack, it is of course better for the prince to take action.
The regent thought for a while, "It's autumn now, and they haven't grown their own crops. They probably went into the mountains to hunt and gather fruits. In two months, it will snow. Then they will break out."
A counselor showed admiration in his eyes and speculated, "Does the prince want to boil the eagles to death and reduce our losses?"
Immediately, another counselor was puzzled, "But this time is too long, strengthening the opponent's hatred, and engaging in a trapped beast fight may not reduce losses. It is better to kill the enemy directly now."
It is indeed a bit troublesome. It also leaves hidden dangers. Even if the prince is allowed to deal with it in the end, I am afraid that the prince, a fool, will directly put it into his own account and use it to deal with him.
At that time, Zhang Yuzhi's plan all succeeded.
The regent thought of Qianqian, whose crying last night was still in his ears.
The trees outside the window already have bare branches, and when the wind blows, leaves flutter and fall.
"Send an army into the mountains and kill any private soldiers hunting when they see them." The regent ordered. He stared at the big tree outside the window.
"Don't attack directly?" the lieutenant general was confused.
"No. It's more interesting to pluck them little by little, so that they are afraid and dare not move. When they want to resist, the hairless rooster cannot flutter." The regent said with a far-reaching look.
[The system detected an error at a key plot point: the heroine’s army was attacked.]
[Abnormal death mode is preparing to start...]
The cold voice of the system appears.
Fuchen, who was lying in bed with his eyes squinted, sat up in a hurry. He was going to die so soon?
The bright eyes were filled with fear.
Afraid of pain. Oooh.
"Princess, what's wrong?" Suiying stepped forward and stared at Fuchen.
Fuchen didn't hear it.
She opened her eyes wide, her body subconsciously tensed up, and she concentrated on waiting for that moment to come. Her chest felt like a stone weighing on her heart.
【Number of people damaged, 27.】
[The degree of damage is not enough to determine that a key plot error has occurred.]
[Abnormal death mode is being cancelled.]
Fuchen's stiff body softened instantly, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
The follower who had been paying close attention to his expression stepped forward to support him and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Fuchen didn't respond, thinking: The villain probably noticed her reaction and took action.
