Outside the Yangxin Hall, Fusu was pacing back and forth, looking in the direction of the hall door from time to time.
When a little eunuch in yellow clothes walked out of it, Fusu immediately greeted him and asked with a hint of expectation: "How is it? Did my father ask me to see him?"
The young eunuch shook his head and said: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and has no time to accept your visit. In my opinion, young master, you should go back first. If your Majesty is free, he will naturally summon you."
After hearing this, Fusu couldn't hide the look of disappointment on his face. This was the fifth time that he had been blocked from the palace. His father refused to even see him. He had prepared countless reasons for pleading, but there was nowhere to put them.
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He said to the young eunuch: "Thank you for your hard work, little father-in-law. I will wait at the door for a while. Maybe my father will be free later."
The little eunuch had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Rang rushed over and saw Fusu lingering at the door of Yangxin Hall. He stepped forward and said to Fusu: "Young master, there is no need to waste your efforts. News came from outside the palace that all the people who committed the crime have been counted."
He was beheaded in the southern suburbs."
Fusu grabbed Zhang Rang with both hands and said hurriedly: "Are you talking about Master Zhou and the others?"
Zhang Rang nodded.
After Fusu received the affirmation, all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained, and he was about to fall to the ground. Zhang Rang immediately supported him.
I saw Fusu smiling miserably at Yangxin Hall, his voice hoarse: "Father, why are you doing this? This is a mess of fate..."
Zhang Rang's expression changed, and he immediately covered Fusu's mouth, restrained him, and tried to drag him away.
"Hmph" a familiar cold snort sounded out of thin air. Zhang Rang and Fusu both spat out a mouthful of blood as if they had been struck by lightning.
Zhang Rang decisively pulled Fusu to his knees, touched his head to the ground, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. You are young and ignorant, and I have no intention of offending you."
After a long while without any response, Zhang Rang breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Majesty."
Pulling the frustrated Fusu away.
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In Qiyang Palace, Fusu sat blankly in the main hall, next to a table full of untouched food, the heat had long since dissipated.
Zhang Rang frowned slightly and scolded the maid next to him: "Why don't you serve the young master for dinner?"
The palace maid looked frightened and knelt on the ground and replied: "Forgive me, Mr. Zhang. The master said that he had no appetite and refused to let his slaves and others serve him. We really don't blame us."
Fusu came back to his senses when he saw this: "Zhang Rang, it's none of their business, it's just that I don't want to eat. Okay, you can go down."
Several palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly left the hall as if they had been granted amnesty.
Zhang Rang frowned: "Young master, why are you so upset? It's just a small setback and you are so decadent and willing to fall?"
Fusu was indifferent and didn't even raise his head.
Zhang Rang couldn't help scolding: "Fusu, please wake up and know that you are not just representing yourself. There are countless people behind you who support you. It doesn't matter if you fall. Don't hurt them."
Fusu raised his head and yelled: "So what? Can I control all of this? If this is the case, how could Master Zhou and the others die?"
Zhang Rang said in a cold voice: "Then do you know why you can't control it? It's because you are too weak. Now you can't give the Confucian family what they want, so the Confucian family needs to take risks to plan the fiefdom."
"And not only do you not know it, but you have fallen for yourself. Are you worthy of your dead mother?"
"Mother?" A look of confusion appeared on Fusu's face. He had never seen his mother since he could remember it. He only heard that she was a gentle and virtuous woman.
Fusu pulled Zhang Rang and asked, "What kind of person is my mother? And how did she die?"
Zhang Rang shook his head: "Master, don't ask. You are too weak. Knowing about some things may not be a good thing."
Fusu asked unwillingly: "Then when will you tell me?"
"When the young master is able to protect himself, I will tell the young master the truth."
Fusu said with a steady expression: "Can't I still protect myself?"
"Anyone of the sixth grade can easily kill the young master. How can we talk about the ability to protect ourselves?"
Fusu's face froze and he said in a deep voice: "You will only say that if I break through to the sixth level of martial arts?"
Zhang Rang stared at Fu Su for a long time and then said: "This is not enough. The young master should accumulate strength and have enough power under his command."
Fusu said bitterly: "When Master Zhou and others died, my forces suffered heavy losses. Not to mention the loss of Master Zhou and others, most of the other disciples who had taken refuge in me were controlled by Master Zhou and others. Now that they are dead,
If no one controls it for me, I'm afraid everything will be unstable. Now that things have come to this, how should I develop my power?"
Zhang Rang turned around and said: "It's easy to say. When the young master went to fight in the north, the old slave conquered many martial arts families for the young master. There are many talents in the family, and the young master can take them for his own use. The old slave will introduce them to the young master one day.
Young Master."
Fusu asked curiously: "Oh, what martial arts families are there?"
"There are more than ten aristocratic families such as the Xiang family in Kuaiji, the Qu family in Jiujiang, and the Jing family in Jingxiang."
Fusu was startled and stared at Zhang Rang closely: "Who are you? If I remember correctly, these people are all old Chu nobles. What is your intention in introducing them to me?"
Zhang Rang suddenly became a little distracted. Jiu Chu, such a distant name, turned to laugh at himself: "Old slave is just an old dog under the young master. It has no origin. Since the young master is so confused, old slave can give me an answer."
But you must bury it in your heart."
"The young master's mother is from the old Chu royal family."
Fusu looked at Zhang Rang in horror and disbelief.
Zhang Rang approached Fusu and said to him: "So the young master is a born nobleman and should inherit the supreme position, so he should not belittle himself."
Fusum nodded calmly.
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In the Lin Mansion, Chen Ping passed the news to Hu Hai and Lin Ze that Fusu had been silent for three days, but suddenly he cheered up and conquered a large number of martial arts families.
Hu Hai said angrily: "This Fusu is really lucky. He just lost a Confucian, and he also won over a large number of aristocratic families. Huh, why don't I, the young master, receive such treatment?"
Lin Ze frowned and sighed: "In comparison, Fusu can bounce back and show his indomitable spirit, which makes me feel more terrible. The blow made him more mature."
Hu Hai thought after hearing this, and then he was ready to try and said: "Lin Ze, Fusu has recruited a large number of people, you have to stop thinking of ways to kill them, like Confucianism."
Lin Ze smiled bitterly: "Sir, you really think that I am omnipotent. Confucianism is looking for death. It offends His Majesty. Death is not a pity. If other people have not made mistakes, it is really difficult to kill them easily."
Hu Hai said unwillingly: "Then let Fusu regain his strength and we will do nothing?"
Lin Ze shook his head and said: "Of course not, we just need to develop our strength a little bit and then wait for the opportunity."