Fairy, I really am a villain!

"...You're itching, right?" She lowered her voice, gritted her teeth, and reached out to hit.

In fact, Lin Huazhi was not sad because of what happened to Fang Xiwen - she was Jiang Xingchu's person - she just felt excluded.

...Why can't you take her with you?

Everyone has a desire to monopolize, but if that person is the young master, she has no strong resistance, not to mention... it was obviously the young master who came first. Thinking of this, the woman's face was a little ashamed.

Because she is older, she has some sense of being an older sister; although she and Jiang Xingchu are superiors and subordinates, they are more like good friends, and the former never takes advantage of her temperament or orders others around.

"If I join in, wouldn't that mean I'm stealing things from the young master?"

"But the feeling I have for you..."

In fact, she and the man surnamed Fang were really pure friends at the beginning. One was powerful and the other had a high status, so they would insult each other. Fang Xiwen laughed at her for taking half a step, neither going up nor down; Lin Huazhi also responded, saying that he was just a little smart and was talking nonsense.

If he hadn't come to Xingping City, if he hadn't worried so much about Xinggong, if he hadn't stayed in the City Lord's Mansion every day and lived and ate with everyone; if Jiang Xingchu had come earlier, if he hadn't made a joke about the maid who came with the dowry...

"Wow, Lin Huazhi, your office environment is quite impressive, isn't it?"

'Try this, I made it myself.'

If there were ifs, unfortunately there are no ifs.

Just as Lin Huazhi was feeling moved, ashamed, and sad, a man in a black robe came over and stood beside her.

Li Muyou looked at them, then looked inside, with some confusion in his big eyes: "What are they doing, what are you doing?"

"...nothing."

Well, I overestimated her before.

Lin Huazhi thought that if this was a race, Jiang Xingchu would probably be not far from the finish line, and she herself had run a little over half the distance. As for this person... he probably hadn't found the track yet.

"I'll go see if Xiwen is okay."

As he said that, Li Muyu was about to reach out to knock on the door, but someone pushed the button down very quickly.

"Hey, you can't go in!" Lin Huazhi lowered her voice and grabbed her hand to stop her.

At the same time, she felt a sense of humiliation and sadness...

There was a big thing going on inside, and not only did she not get a share, she also had to stop people from disturbing her—

"Why can't I come in?"

"No reason, just assume he needs to recover from his injuries, okay?"

"I used my true Qi to push his palace and activate his blood circulation."

"It really won't work. Someone is already doing it! You should take a break!"

"Just your young master?" Li Muyu's eyes flashed with disdain as he spoke, "Her cultivation is not as good as mine."

"...Is it a problem of cultivation? I'm still here." Lin Huazhi was almost laughed out of anger. Your house was robbed and you're still thinking about cultivation. Your brother has been manipulated into eighteen different positions and teased.

"Okay, I'll continue practicing then."

Having said that, Li Muyu turned around and left without any hesitation.

...Should I admire her decisiveness or laugh at her ignorance?

There was no answer, and then Lin Huazhi just gave an order.

She waved and called Xiaoxuan over.

The powerful power of the external scene spread out, but then shrank to a very small area, like a mountain. Xiao Xuan dared not utter a word, and spoke tremblingly: "Lin, what do you want, Chief Lin?"

"Do you know that there is a grocery store in the east of the city?"

"I know."

"Go buy me a flute, this instant."

"Yes!"

Xiaoxuan took the few hundred dollars with a solemn expression. As soon as she went out, she lay on the ground and rolled around, laughing wildly.

I really want to blow the phoenix to ask for the phoenix...

Ever since Mr. Fang came, life in the mansion has been so much happier... We have to think of a way to tie him down in Xing Palace and make him the son-in-law, anyone's will do.

Chapter 226 Another Woman? / What Do You Take Me For?

"...The above is what I have found."

In a luxurious little house, Liu Manhong knelt on the ground like a quail, raised his hands, and presented a stack of documents.

"Ah."

With a noncommittal sound, Gao Chengyou casually took the paper and crossed his legs.

There is no evaluation, nor praise or criticism - guessing the boss's intentions is also a compulsory course for subordinates, he will not teach it - if you can't do it, you can just get out.

All written on this pile of documents were records of Xing Gong's actions in Xingping City, including the orders issued from the City Lord's Mansion, the movement of personnel, their respective duties, etc., all of which he had learned openly or secretly;

The content is very detailed, including the time when it was issued and the method through which it was implemented, which shows the strong working ability of Liu Manhong.

After reading a few pages, he turned back to the beginning. The date recorded in the first column started from last year - that is to say, since the day Xinggong took over, the old city lord who was removed had been "working".

"It turns out that Gao Chengyou...it turns out that 'I' had already started planning in Xingping City. He has not yet moved the Xing Palace, and he only uses this opportunity to lead the grassland warriors and us, the sons of the noble families, to kill each other."

If the grasslands win, we will lose several outstanding heirs, and the Gao family will win; if we win, he will probably throw the dirty water on the noble families, either intending to rebel or lightly provoking border conflicts.'

Holding the paper in hand, he deliberately imitated the tapping motion that “he” would perform, leaning back;

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, and his whole body began to tremble. The expensive chair shook violently, and he finally overcame the desire to curl up.

Seeing this, Liu Manhong on the ground didn't dare to look up, but secretly guessed: something has been wrong with Prince Rui since he came back from the secret realm, maybe someone has caused him some kind of illness...

But in fact, this is not a disease - it is just a symptom of rejection caused by the incompatibility of body and soul.

Not bad.

"Gao Chengyou", who sits in the room, smelling the musk that costs ten thousand coins and one tael of silver, and acting pretentiously, is actually a completely different person.

"The king is ill, please withdraw."

"Yes!"

After agreeing, Liu Manhong bent down, lowered his head and walked out backwards.

Then, the prince in a cloak stood up, took a candle from the table and put it in the basin, then he slightly raised the detailed information and lit it.

The flames spread rapidly from the bottom to the top, and in a blink of an eye, they devoured this person's nearly half a year's hard work, leaving only a few scattered ashes - just like a person who was once named Yuwen Chou... like his half-life.

The ashes at the bottom fell into the basin, like the snow in the capital of God that year.

At that time, Yuwen Chou was the eldest son in the family, born to the mistress, and was extremely talented. While the people around him were still gathering their energy, he had already opened his eyes and was running around.

He has a handsome appearance, is well-trained, and is extremely intelligent...Almost everyone thinks that he will restore the glory of the Yuwen family, and even puts their hopes of finding the "Jueyun Sword" on him.

"Our ancestors had imperial censors and prime ministers..."

In the old man's rambling, Yuwen Qiu found his own ambition - to be granted a fiefdom, to be a king on equal footing, to be a general on a high altar...

He still thinks this idea is correct, but some people just don't like it.

The emperor mentioned his story as an interesting anecdote in the court. At the end of the government affairs, he also praised him, "The son of the Yuwen family has a heart as great as a swan, and can be of great use. It is a blessing for our dynasty..."

As a result, he was slapped in the face by his father in public the next day, and was beaten with a stick hundreds of times in the lobby in front of everyone. His cultivation was destroyed and his dantian was almost shattered.

Once upon a time, his main technique was also... an astonishing book.

Originally, at this point, Yuwen Chou's life would have been like this: his family was rich, he would live out his retirement in the Shendu mansion, live an idle life as a young man and eat, drink and have fun, without having to worry about anything. In the blink of an eye, these short hundred years would have passed.

In fact, he also understood that his father was just protecting him by taking such a ruthless action. But Yuwen Qiu was unwilling to accept this, he would rather be a short-lived ghost who took pleasure in revenge than live a life of drunkenness and dreams.

In countless midnight dreams that followed, he woke up and found his pillow was wet, as if it was shouting: I’m unwilling, I’m unwilling, I’m unwilling!

Following Yuwenchou's painstaking search, and after many life-threatening experiences, he finally discovered that his broken Dantian was compatible with the Great Method of Destroying Heaven and Earth... He had fallen into the path of evil.

On the surface, he kills people, he is sadistic, he is insane... In the eyes of the world, he is a mad tiger, a knife that does not distinguish between friend and foe.

Behind the scenes, he practiced, recruited soldiers, and made plans... Finally, he gave up everything and turned into an unwilling ghost, clinging tightly to Gao Chengyou's flesh and blood, sucking and gnawing, and would not stop until he died.

'Because he is a dog raised by the Gao family.'

Thinking of what Fang Xiwen said, Yuwen...oh no, Gao Chengyou raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, feeling a little relieved.

In fact, in the secret realm, he told Fang Xiwen the truth, because the latter truly gave him a feeling of being a "confidant"; even though there was a grudge between the two of them for killing their brother, after giving up the identity of Yuwen Chou, he could see things more clearly.

Rather than saying that Fang Xiwen forced Xiaoyu to death, it would be better to say that it was the Gao family;

And for some reason, he felt that Fang Xiwen could understand him, could understand a thief who stole someone else's identity in order to struggle to survive.

"Hope you can live longer..."

He is still on the side of the aristocratic family, so he doesn't mind covering up for Xinggong, because they should also be part of the resistance against the royal family.

With this low sigh the paper burned up;

Just like the life of a man named Yuwen Chou, it also completely disappeared at this moment...Now he is Gao Chengyou, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty, and the candidate for the throne.

As for why it has come to this...it is because the current trend is not in the world, not in the Jin Dynasty, but in the Gao family.

...

"No matter from which perspective, the Gao family's attitude is problematic." Fang Xiwen slammed a stack of papers on the table, his voice firm.

Then he raised his sharp eyes, looked around again and again, and then said with a deflated expression: "Hey, are you guys listening?"

"I'm listening~" A white and tender hand was raised and shook.

"Jiang Xingchu, open your eyes before you reply!"

"No, this quilt warmer is really a good thing. Why didn't you tell me earlier and ask someone to bring ten or eight of them over right away..."

Jiang Xingchu yawned loudly, then poked his head out from under the table and rubbed his eyes. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were loose, revealing his delicate collarbone.

This kotatsu was built in Fang Xiwen's room, and now he regretted making it. These people are too lazy.

In order to discuss things, he even hung a big sign outside the door with five big characters on it: "Let's talk business, don't disturb!", and then dismissed a bunch of little girls who wanted to join in the fun.

At this time, the room was bright everywhere, with doors and windows half-open for ventilation, the atmosphere was peaceful, and the small stove was warm; four people sat in a circle around the quilt, some of them only covered up to their thighs, while some of them had completely squeezed in due to their petite figures.

Except for the organizer of the meeting, Fang Xiwen himself was surprised that the other three people all looked lazy.