The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 642: Passers

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"The Moon Worship Sect may be about to be destroyed now. I heard that you sent the Divine Sword Army to Xirong."

Fu Xiaoguan nodded, "The existence of this sect is of no benefit to the country or the people. The Yu Dynasty needs stability. If His Highness's rebellion succeeds, he will not allow the Moon Worship Sect to exist."

Yu Wenshu laughed, "That's not necessarily true. After all, the saint of the Moon Worship Sect is my only wife in this life."

“Speaking of the fact that you have stayed in Xirong for so long, have you ever been to the Moon Worshiping Sect’s main altar?”

Yu Wenshu nodded, "I've been there, and they even called me the Holy Son...the Holy Son, hahaha..."

He shook his head, "Actually, the Yue Worship Sect doesn't have much power anymore. More than two hundred years have passed, how many people still really want to rebel? Rebellion against Yu Fuchen... that's just a joke."

"So His Highness took advantage of the Lunar Worship Cult?"

"Why aren't they using me?"

"I remember that there is another key figure in the Moon Worship Sect, the one who ran away from Prince Hui's Mansion. What is his name?"

"Chen Haonan, a bloodline of the former Chen family, the younger brother of my wife Chen Zuojun."

Fu Xiaoguan was startled, "Chen Haonan?"

"Yes, a little-known little person, why are you so excited?"

"Ah... no, this name has gained some momentum."

What Fu Xiaoguan was thinking was that after catching this kid, he would have to ask him if he knew who was the leader in Causeway Bay?

Yu Wenshu swept away all the food on the table, and drank every drop of the bottle of wine.

"When do you plan to hand me over to Your Majesty?"

"You should have a good rest tonight. Let's sleep more tomorrow. Don't rush."

After Yu Wenshu was full of wine and food, he leaned back and turned to look out the window.

There are many painted boats floating on the Qinhuai River outside the window. Those bright red lanterns are dotted on the Qinhuai River, which is very beautiful.

But he may never see such beauty again in his life, so he can't help but feel nostalgic at this moment.

"Your Highness still has any unfulfilled wishes. If I can achieve it, I will help you do it."

Yu Wenshu was silent for a long time, and suddenly remembered the humiliation he suffered in Rongzhou when he was in trouble.

"On the west side of Jiannan Road, Tang Lin, the magistrate of Rongzhou, has committed corruption and perverted the law, oppressed the people, and fished the villagers. He is called Tang Tiger by the people of Rongzhou. If you don't mind getting your hands dirty, just deal with his family. Now, he has a son, known as Mr. Tang San. This man... must die."

Fu Xiaoguan didn't understand why Yu Wenshu would make such a simple request at this time. He nodded slightly and said, "If it is verified, it will be as you wish."

Thousands of miles away, Tang Lin never expected that the evil slaves under his third son would end up annihilating his family when he gave a beggar a stick!

Fu Xiaoguan thought for a while and asked: "I know you have a daughter, do you want me to help take care of it?"

This time Yu Wenshu was silent for a longer time. He thought of what Chen Zuojun said before he died, and thought of his daughter Yu Yixi’s well-behaved appearance. He suddenly felt that if he had really been a peaceful prince in Xirong, It seems extremely beautiful for the family to be reunited and live like that for the rest of their lives.

But he smiled brightly. If so, would his heart really be at ease? So people, it’s true that you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin, and you won’t look back until you hit the wall.

I have been fighting for the crown prince position with my eldest brother Yu Wentian for more than ten years, but what happened in the end?

But it was the undisputed fifth brother who got a big advantage.

Queen Shang, what a great trick!

He retracted his thoughts and nodded, "If you are not afraid of being implicated, please help me bring up Yixi and betroth her to an ordinary family in the future. Don't tell her anything about me and her mother. ”

"Okay."

"Remember, Yi Xi was born on December 15th, the third year of Xuan Li. She is almost seven years old, but I have never celebrated her birthday."

"I will give her a good life."

Yu Wenshu withdrew his gaze and suddenly smiled, "So are we enemies after all?"

"We are not enemies. In fact... we could have become friends, but this road has been diverged from the beginning. After all, we have different paths. If you can be peace of mind and be the prince, maybe we can still be there. We're all here, but now..."

Fu Xiaoguan shook his head, "We are not enemies, but we are not friends either."

"Just a passerby?"

Fu Xiaoguan laughed, "Yes, they are passers-by."

"I didn't expect that my funeral affairs would be left to a passer-by... After my head was cut off, you picked it up for me. It would be best if it could be sewn to my body. If not, it doesn't matter. Take me Just be buried in Nanshan, where you can see the Nanshan Villa."

"The Imperial Grandma is in the Imperial Mausoleum. She likes Nanshan Villa very much, and she also likes us very much. I will help her guard Nanshan Villa. It's good to watch."

"That place is mine now!"

Yu Wenshu laughed loudly, "That's even better. With me watching over you, no one dares to have any ideas about Nanshan Villa."

Fu Xiaoguan glared at Yu Wenshu and thought, aren't you looking scary there?

"Let's be honest now. There is another holy master in the Moon Worship Sect. Who is he?"

"I don't know, Chen Zuojun died in his hands..."

Yu Wenshu paused, remembering the scene in Changting, "If my guess is right, he must be the great elder of Cemen."

He suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice very low, "The key is in the hand of Elder Cemen."

Fu Xiaoguan frowned and asked in a low voice: "Chen Zuojun didn't say anything before now?"

"It was too late to say, she only uttered one syllable in the end."

"What syllable?"

"Thinking...!"

Yu Wenshu gritted his teeth and spit out this syllable. Fu Xiaoguan frowned even more, "No more?"

"A leaf cut her throat and it was gone."

"Where is the body?"

"On the edge of the cliff outside the pavilion."

Fu Xiaoguan sat up straight. It was a syllable. It could be Shi, it could be Sang, it could be Song. There were too many possibilities, but one thing was that this person was a saint!

I have to ask the master to check whether there is a surname with this syllable in the holy order.

What a treasure from the previous dynasty!

Otherwise... I'll blow that door open?

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly laughed. In the letter from Xishan, black fire and medicine had been developed.

Using this thing to make bombs, it is not difficult to blow open the door.

"You can just rest here in Hong Xiu Zhao tonight. Don't worry, there are many people watching over you. Everything will be fine. I will come to take you back to the palace tomorrow."

Yu Wenshu nodded, "Come pick me up tomorrow after the sun rises, and also... let me walk back decently."

"...Okay, I'll bring a change of clothes. You can keep this jade pendant."

Fu Xiaoguan handed the jade pendant to Yu Wenshu, stood up and walked out without saying anything else.

He and Xu Xinyan stepped onto the river embankment, looked up at the dark Confucius Temple, and suddenly smiled and said: "There is a jujube tree on the mountain. When the jujubes are ripe, I will take you to pick some to taste. ”

Xu Xinyan nodded happily, and in the quiet night, a carriage drove slowly towards Ding'an Bo Mansion.