Chapter 310 Qin Feng: If you two can dance pole dancing, will you not be able to fascinate Xu Fu?
Now it was Qin Feng's turn to be confused.
What the hell is going on? Is he a nerd? Or is he extremely smart?
Why is it different from what I thought?
At this time, Xu Fu shouldn't have been so frightened that he followed his own advice and turned around and ran away?
Then he will send people from Heibingtai to arrest him and bring him to justice on the spot?
The script has been written, why don’t you continue acting?
Seeing that Xu Fu was about to walk out of the camp, Qin Feng quickly grabbed him and persuaded him earnestly:
"Fellow! Fellow, calm down! Listen to me!
We cannot blow ourselves up on impulse!
Only by leaving it to be useful can great things be accomplished!"
It's a pity that Xu Fu looked like he couldn't get enough of it. His face was full of righteousness and he refused righteously:
"I have accepted Marquis Xianyang's kindness.
But a villain must never do anything to disappoint His Majesty the First Emperor!"
"How about you leave the camp first to avoid the limelight."
"No need, I will go to His Majesty now and confess everything."
"You should think about it again."
"Don't think about it."
"you......."
"No......."
"grass!"
"ah!"
Qin Feng finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed the old woman under the covers and shoveled him to the ground on the spot.
Xu Fu screamed, and before he had time to react, Qin Feng was riding on him, cracking and beating him randomly!
"It makes you so indifferent! It makes you disobedient! It makes you talk so much!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Just as the shrill scream was about to come out, Qin Feng took out a sock from somewhere and stuffed it into his mouth.
After a full quarter of an hour, Qin Feng stood up refreshed.
He shook his hand, hummed softly, and walked out.
Xu Fu fell to the ground and was miserable.
Although Qin Feng didn't say hello to his face, he was still feeling pain all over his body.
Fortunately, Qin Feng has just recovered from his serious illness, but his body has not recovered yet.
Otherwise, this fat beating could be considered an internal injury.
Xu Fu lay on the ground, screaming "ouch" and "ouch" incessantly.
After Qin Feng left for half an hour, he stood up with difficulty holding on to the table.
Holding his chest, he accidentally pulled the flesh on his stomach, and suddenly he grimaced in pain.
But when he sat on the bed and fell on his back, a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Interesting...so interesting...Qin Feng..."
Ying Zheng sat quietly in his tent. He knew about this farce from the beginning.
The reason why he didn't stop him was because he also wanted to see what Xu Fu would choose.
As long as Qin Feng didn't beat Xu Fu to death.
Well, it’s not very demanding.
Ying Zheng also knew that Qin Feng would not act so lightly.
Being right next to you will give you some face.
As for Hei Niu, Ying Zheng almost couldn't hold back the fact that Tiezhu was his concubine.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to go out and chop these two hard-working people!
It's so embarrassing! If word spreads, wouldn't my whole life's reputation be destroyed in one fell swoop?
What a cute concubine? A strong concubine?
Concubine, your sister!
Ying Zheng held onto "Frostmourne" tightly, his muscles all tangled up, and he almost wanted to break it.
"No recording! No recording! I don't know these two bitches! They can't be my concubines!"
Ying Zheng lowered his voice and warned the historian.
The historian looked aggrieved. This is not what I said. Why are you so mean to me?
Go to the Marquis of Xianyang, he is obviously spreading rumors.
But the historian finally crossed out the recorded fragments.
He can still carry it clearly between a good meal and a good meal.
As for whether there is any unofficial history recorded by himself behind the scenes, that is unknown.
After all, unofficial histories are often passed down quietly by historians who cannot record official history.
Ying Zheng rubbed his chin, pondered for a long time, and couldn't help but said to himself:
"The origin of Xu Fu is indeed unknown, but his talent is comparable to that of Li Si in his youth.
If your mind is still right, you can put it to use after tempering.
If your thoughts are not right, let Qin Feng handle it."
Ying Zheng frowned slightly, he always trusted Qin Feng.
Qin Feng obviously had obvious hostility towards Xu Fu and wanted to kill him quickly.
But his reasons don't hold water.
It was said that Xu Fu was the leader of the alchemists, and he would come to fool him, procure boys and girls, defraud him of a large sum of money and run away, make elixirs, and so on.
Ying Zheng also wanted to believe Qin Feng, but the problem was that Xu Fu didn't do any of the things he said!
Neither did he ask for boys or girls, nor did he ask for money, nor did he know how to make elixirs.
In this case, how can you say that you are deceiving yourself?
"Did Qin Feng admit the wrong person?"
Ying Zheng raised his index finger and tapped it lightly on the table.
After a long time, he lowered his voice and said:
"Ying Jia, I asked you to find out the origin of Xu Fu. What was the result?"
Ying Jia appeared next to Ying Zheng like a phantom, hiding in the darkness, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, it has been found out.
Xu Fuqi was born in Lu, Langya County. Legend has it that he was a close disciple of Mr. Guiguzi.
This man is very knowledgeable and talented. He not only studied the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought, but is also proficient in medicine, astronomy, and navigation. He has a high reputation among the people along the coast."
Ying Zheng muttered:
"Is he an alchemist?"
Ying Jia respectfully replied:
"He has also learned related things, but he does not regard himself as an alchemist.
So far, his life experience is clean.
This person has gone to sea many times, for as little as a month and as long as half a year, which is really strange."
Ying Zheng nodded and said:
"That is consistent with what he said. This person indeed often goes to sea to look for fairy mountains.
But overall, he can be regarded as a talented, ideal and ambitious scholar.
I hope he will not betray my trust in him."
Ying Jia stopped talking, and his figure was slowly shrouded in darkness and disappeared.
After the oil lamp was blown out, silence fell into the big tent.
Ying Zheng lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Qin Feng, Qin Feng, have you ever made a mistake? Humph!"
On the other side, Qin Feng was reprimanding him righteously, dressed in colorful black oxen and iron pillars.
"It's all because you two are too lazy. If you knew how to pole dance, how could Xu Fu not be fooled?
When the time comes, take off your clothes and scare the hell out of him!"
Tie Zhu immediately assured humbly:
"Boss, we must learn Nao Shizi's pole dance well when we go back."
Qin Feng snorted softly, lay down on the bed, and asked:
"Where shall we go tomorrow?"
Black Bull thought for a while and replied:
"I seem to have heard, what the fuck is Bolangsha called?"
Upon hearing this name, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Hmm? Zhang?? Goudan?? The place where Liang assassinated the First Emperor?"
((??3[▓▓]~I am not feeling well today~I would like to sleep first~see you tomorrow~)
