231. Chapter 231 That boy is full of unwillingness
"Isn't that Zi Tong, who ranks first in the martial arts competition?"
"It really is her!"
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A master and a servant walked into Qiqiao Pavilion, and their purple eyes immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Miss Purple Eyes!" The cashier who was sitting in the shop had already come forward with a smile and led the two of them to a small hall at the back, "Wait a moment, I will inform my young master."
Zi Tong did not sit down, "Fu Sheng has trouble with his legs and feet, so let's go in."
"That's fine." Mr. Accountant smiled, "I'll take you two to the backyard."
Just as he was about to leave, a clerk came over hurriedly, "Mr. Wang, someone wants to buy our purple gold armor!"
"This..." Mr. Accountant was a little embarrassed.
Meng Fusheng has already explained that if Zi Tong comes, he must be treated as a distinguished guest. However, this purple gold armor is of extraordinary value. If he misses this business, it will be a great loss to the pavilion.
Zi Tong saw what he was thinking, and immediately said with a smile, "We are all our own people, sir, don't be polite, you just take care of business, Zi Tu and I will go in and find Fu Sheng."
Seeing her sincerity, the king's accountant did not insist, "Then you two can do what you want. Go straight through the side corridor over there, and you will find the courtyard where the young master is."
The store has been very busy these days, and the servants in the backyard are all helping out, but he really can't get away.
Wang Zhang and his assistant returned to the store to take care of business. Zi Tong led Zi Tu out of the small hall, followed Wang Zhang's instructions and walked through the side corridor. Sure enough, they saw a secluded courtyard with the door ajar.
The purple disciple climbed up the steps and knocked gently on the courtyard door.
No one responded.
"Young Master Meng?"
Zi Tu raised his voice and called out, but there was still no sound. He turned around on the steps and looked at Zi Tong at the bottom of the steps in confusion.
Raising her hand to him as a sign of peace, Zi Tong blinked, purple flowers flashed in his eyes.
The courtyard wall in front of her has become transparent. Looking through the flowers and trees, corridor columns and courtyard walls behind the wall, she saw Meng Fusheng.
Half of his body was lying on the wheelchair, and he was bending over with difficulty, stretching his fingers towards the carving knife on the ground. His fair face was now flushed, and there was already a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Even though he was panting from exhaustion, there was still a small distance between his finger and the carving knife. Although it was only a small distance, it was insurmountable.
Seeing him swaying and almost falling out of the wheelchair, Zi Tong frowned and was about to fly in. Unexpectedly, he suddenly spit out a ball of flame from his other hand, relying on the counterattack force of the flame hitting the ground, Meng Meng
Fusheng sat back down in the wheelchair.
Then, he did not give up. After sitting firmly, he adjusted his body and stretched his hand towards the carving knife on the ground again.
A little, a little, a little...
Finally, he came across the carving knife, held it between his fingers, and picked it up.
Sitting in the wheelchair and gasping for air, Meng Fusheng looked at his legs, only reached out his hand in annoyance and punched his legs hard.
This punch made me feel annoyed and unwilling.
Zi Tong raised her eyebrows, walked up the steps, pushed the door open and entered.
Crossing the yard, she came all the way to the door where Meng Fusheng was.
"Fusheng, are you there?"
"Purple pupils?!" Meng Fusheng's voice was filled with joy. He could only hear the wooden wheels grinding on the ground. In a moment, he had opened the door from the inside. Sitting in a wheelchair, Meng Fusheng looked up and stood outside the door.
His purple eyes showed a smile, "Come on, come in quickly!"