After death, I became the cannon fodder of the three protagonists

Chapter 319 If a person is alive, he must try his best to climb up.

"boom-"

When Fu Sheng's words fell, the man seemed to have been poked at a sore spot, he picked up the teacup and threw it at Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng didn't dodge either, the hot tea wet the clothes he had just changed, his skin ached from the heat, but he didn't show it.

The cup fell to the ground, shattered.

The man's eyes were strangely scarlet, and his face was distorted ferociously. After throwing everything he could throw on the ground, he punched the desk one after another.

"If my mother has a spirit in the sky, she will only protect me!"

Fu Sheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When His Highness fell ill, it was completely uncontrollable. If he stepped forward, it would only make him more manic.

Therefore, he could only wait for His Highness to calm down, and wait for him to calm down after venting.

Time passed bit by bit, the man's ferocious expression gradually faded, he raised his eyes, and noticed that the house was in a mess, and the clothes on Fu Sheng's body were also soaked in tea.

The man soon realized that he had lost control again, his eyes were full of panic, he stepped forward anxiously, like a child who did something wrong, and apologized full of guilt.

"Uncle...I'm sorry...I couldn't control myself..."

Fu Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, his smile was full of love and bitterness.

"Don't blame His Highness, it's the slave who is wrong, and the slave shouldn't provoke His Highness..."

The man pursed his lips tightly and moved his fingers helplessly.

Fu Sheng looked at him like this, and the face deep in his memory resurfaced again.

Your Highness and his mother are exactly like each other.

In the beginning, his mother was just the last maid of the Tai Chi Palace, as timid as an ant, she dared not say a word when being bullied, she lowered her head and twitched her fingers while being wronged.

But it was such a cowardly person who secretly gave him food, encouraged him, and supported him to get through those days when he was punished for making mistakes, and was bullied and squeezed out by other eunuchs and maids, and returned to Jingyong By the side of the emperor...

At that time, he didn't know her fate in the future, so he recognized her as a righteous sister and protected her everywhere.

Later, she was involved in the struggle of concubines in the harem, had an accidental love affair with Emperor Jingyong, and was pregnant with a child.

When the last maid became a concubine, he tried his best to protect it, but even though he was the chief steward of the harem, he still couldn't protect it...

Not only did she fail to protect her, even His Highness suffered a serious illness and became like this.

Fusheng lowered his eyes, hiding the shame in his eyes, and his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness towards the status quo.

In the past, he thought that he had been in the position of chief executive for many years, and he dare not say that he could guess nine points of His Majesty's thoughts, at least half of them were still there.

But His Highness's illness was difficult to treat, and he knew that persuasion was useless, so he thought about planning a way out for himself.

In this way, even if His Majesty abdicates, he can still protect himself and continue to escort His Majesty.

But now after the incident with the fourth prince, he keenly discovered that His Majesty's thoughts...he has never seen through.

The fourth prince forced the palace to rebel and was beheaded for public display. In the eyes of the world, it was because of his lack of greed, but in fact it was the result of His Majesty's step by step.

The fourth prince is like this, so is it the same for His Highness?

Is the communication between him and His Highness also under His Majesty's control?
If everything is under His Majesty's control, then going to the execution ground today, is it His Majesty's beating on him...

Fu Sheng only felt numbness in his scalp and a chill in his back, he didn't dare to think any more.

The man raised his eyes quietly, and saw that Fu Sheng seemed to be wandering in the sky, his eyes were dim, he made a sound, and drew back Fu Sheng's attention.

"Uncle, my hand hurts..."

He has practiced martial arts, and his strength is heavy. After the desk was smashed, it was already cracked, and small sawdust also stuck into his hands.

Fu Sheng came back to his senses, lowered his head, and saw the man's injured right hand.

Not caring about other things in his mind, Fu Sheng said distressedly: "This servant will clean up your wound!"

When His Highness gets sick, he will become manic uncontrollably, and the consequences will either hurt himself or hurt others, so medicine is always prepared in the study.

Fu Sheng skillfully and quickly found the medicine box, took out the medicine, carefully cleaned his wound, then sprinkled the medicine powder and tied the gauze.

"Okay, Your Highness should pay more attention on weekdays, and don't let the wound get wet."

The man nodded, he was so cute.

If others saw it, it would be hard to think that he was still hurting others and self-mutilation like a lunatic just now.

Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, took the unused medicine, turned around, and put it back into the medicine box.

"Your Highness, those who murdered the empress have paid a corresponding price, and that's enough."

Fu Sheng turned his back to the man, with an extremely bitter smile on his face.

His Highness has already looked like this, and he must never go the wrong way again. Being alive is better than anything else!
"The empress is timid, and she lived in fear almost every day during her lifetime. When she was dying, although she was in pain, she told the servant that she was liberated."

"Your Highness, you are the only blood she has left in this world. You listen to the servant and don't worry about that position. Well, get married and have children in the future..."

Following Fu Sheng's words, the man's body stiffened slightly.

He looked at Fu Sheng's back, clenched his fists slightly, the darkness in his eyes flashed, and some blood seeped into the gauze, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Then, he lowered his head, and under the shadow, his bright red lips slowly rose.

"it is good…"

No wonder!
His mother told him since he was a child that one must try his best to climb up while alive. The higher one climbs, the less the world will dare to bully you.

He is also a prince, why can't he inherit the position above ten thousand people, possess the supreme power and countless glory and wealth...

Paranoia surged wildly in his eyes, and the man's eyes gradually turned scarlet.

Realizing that he was about to get sick again, he poked his fingernails hard into the palm of his hand, and the pain made him gradually wake up.

He murmured silently: Endure what ordinary people can't bear, achieve what ordinary people can't achieve, and become what ordinary people can't achieve!
After repeating what my mother had taught me several times in a row, the feeling of mania was finally suppressed.

The man raised his head and smiled sincerely at Fu Sheng's back.

"I listen to my uncle."

Although he was not sure if his words were sincere, Fu Sheng still heaved a sigh of relief.

He turned around and looked at the man, "It's getting late. Tomorrow is the Great Dynasty, and the servant has to wait before the palace gate opens, so His Highness will not be left here to rest."

Although his courtyard is remote, there are still officials living nearby. If His Highness stays here, and His Highness goes to court from here tomorrow, he will have to hurry to enter the palace.

If the officials saw this, they wouldn't just think it was a coincidence...

Although I guessed that His Majesty knew all of this well, it was a guess. Before the relationship between them was really exposed, it was better to be as cautious as usual.

As for the curfew, this is not a problem for His Highness.

Not to mention His Royal Highness's status as a prince, just relying on the position His Highness holds now, he can easily dismiss the patrolling officers and soldiers he encounters on the street.

The man seemed a little reluctant, which showed Fusheng's tough attitude, he pursed his lips, and finally nodded in response.

"it is good."

Fu Sheng sensed the disappointment in his tone, sighed, his heart softened after all.

"The current situation does not allow us to be careless. After a while, when the situation in the DPRK and China has stabilized, the slave will definitely find time to leave the palace and entertain His Highness."

The man's joy was visible to the naked eye, "Uncle's words are serious?"

Fu Sheng's eyebrows and eyes were soft, "Natural."

(End of this chapter)