Chapter 622 Xianyu’s gift to dad

When Fu Jiuqu was still in the eldest princess's womb, the prince-in-law went south to Yangzhou, so he never saw his biological father.

Liu Fulai understood that he wanted him to identify the body, so he clasped his hands and bowed before walking over tremblingly.

Fu Jiuqu turned his back and refused to meet.

"His!"

Liu Fulai gasped, and Fu Jiuqu immediately turned cold and asked, "How?"

"The villain is a little surprised that the prince-in-law looks like this..."

Liu Fulai was frightened by the mummy in the coffin.

The corpse looked ghostly, with neat hair, eyelashes, and beard clearly visible, but the exposed skin had changed color, and only the outline of the face was still distinguishable...

Liu Fulai felt a little weak and quickly covered his face with his sleeves after taking a quick look.

"Prince, there is no doubt that the prince consort is in the coffin."

Fu Jiuqu's heart suddenly sank.

Before Liu Fu arrived, the glimmer of hope he still had in his heart dissipated in an instant.

"I understand, Uncle Liu. It's time to work!"

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When Fu Jiuqu entered Tianshui Pavilion, Xin Yi was holding Xianyu and sitting on a rocking chair in the garden. San Nian and Er Nian were lying on the stone table beside her, happily playing backgammon. Xing Yuan and Tao Yu were watching the two games.

A boy is weeding.

On the vegetable patch in the corner, the princess's precious tomatoes and peppers were planted.

The autumn breeze is pleasant, and the little Xianyu is sleeping soundly in his mother's arms. Xinyi's eyes are slightly closed, and he is leaning on the soft cushion comfortably, letting the rocking chair sway.

When Er Nian and San Nian saw Fu Jiuqu approaching, their eyes showed surprise and they were about to speak out.

"Shh!" Fu Jiuqu shook his head and laid hands on them to sit back down.

The two children covered their mouths as if they suddenly understood, pointed at Xin Yi, and made faces at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu smiled, picked a light pink Shenchun flower from the flower stand, and gently inserted it into Xin Yi's temples.

Xin Yi opened his eyes and yawned, "Back?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled, "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Xin Yi blinked and smiled playfully, "I noticed it the moment you walked into the garden."

"Then you won't open your eyes?"

"I want Brother Nine to see Sleeping Beauty..."

Fu Jiuqu chuckled and narrowed his eyes at her.

The young lady's skin was as white as snow, her pretty face was soft and tranquil against the background of the spring flowers, and her red lips were dyed with red. If there weren't several girls in the garden, he would have loved to put them both in his arms and love her.

Fu Jiuqu said: "Don't talk about the cool breeze, don't talk about the autumn colors, don't say that a lady is more delicate than a flower..."

Xin Yi tilted his head, stuffed the fish in his arms to him, stretched, "Did you take Uncle Liu to Mill Lane?"

Fu Jiuqu lowered his head to look at his son in his arms and hummed.

Xin Yi looked at her slightly gloomy expression and asked, "What should I say?"

Fu Jiuqu chuckled lightly, his expression as lazy as usual, "When the case is over, I will find a good day and bury him properly. This will be considered as fulfilling my duty as a son of man."

Xin Yi stroked the back of his hand and smiled slightly, "Don't be sad. We can't choose our origins, and we can't choose our parents, so we don't have to bear too much burden."

Fu Jiuqu didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly raised his head and looked at her.

"What you said is wrong. If the system you mentioned exists and the world is determined by human hands, then you people can choose to be born, choose your parents, choose your life..."

In a sense, this statement is true. Choosing a role is choosing life. The purpose of digital games is to get rid of reality and live a virtual life that you like. That is a beautiful fantasy of modern people. But these words have not changed from nine to nine.

When I heard it, it felt sour in my mouth.

He is an ancient person and is different from Eleven. This knowledge often makes him feel lonely.

Xin Yi held the hanging rope of the rocking chair, put his feet on the ground, and rocked gently.

"At this time, I will use the Buddha's words again. Everything is like the Dharma, like a dream..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her and tapped his fingers gently on Xianyu's body, with a hint of an unknown smile in his voice.

"I have too many worries. I was just thinking that since there is a choice, Gao Minglou will have more autonomy. Why doesn't he become an emperor or a powerful minister, but only the son of the prime minister?"

Xin Yi had never thought about this problem before.

Unexpectedly, Brother Jiu, a person who doesn't understand the rules at all, discovered the mystery.

If Gao Minglou is his childhood friend, Gao Yue, then from a plot logic point of view, Yu Du's role is the most suitable for him. But what he obviously hates the most is becoming a shady illegitimate child again, and he will never agree. So, why not choose

The emperor did not choose powerful ministers, but chose the son of the prime minister. He came all the way from Dali to Bianjing to carry out his revenge plan?

She thought about it and said, "There is only one answer: he has no choice, he can't choose."

When Fu Erdai was here, he would occasionally talk to Xin Yi about the motherboard system, and its intelligence often astonished Xin Yi. At that time, Fu Erdai called it and scolded it every day. But, as Fu Erdai said,

Has the mother machine betrayed or gone out of control?

Xin Yi suddenly felt a little scared.

The mother machine is there, always there. It controls everything from beginning to end.

Fu Jiuqu took out the purse from his arms and handed it to Xin Yi.

"Back to you."

There was Xiaoyin in his purse, but Xin Yi thought of how jealous he looked that day, so he didn't pick it up.

"It's useless for me to take it. Just leave it."

Fu Jiuqu said: "I'm done with it, and it should be returned to its original owner."

Xin Yi didn't know what he was doing with Xiaoyin. He shook it slowly twice, and when he saw that his expression was unchanged, he took the purse over.

"The seal of Nong Zhigao was in the hands of Gao Minglou. At that time, I took it for granted that he was Nong Zhigao... Now that I think about it, we were wrong from the beginning."

Fu Jiuqu looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "What do you think about Eleven now?"

Xin Yi: "The Nong Zhigao we first met in Lingnan was just Nong Zhigao. The change happened when we were in danger in the jungle and I was rescued by Gaominglou..."

When returning to reality, Xin Yi once carefully read through the character files of Bianjing Fu. From the main plot to the control, many of the named characters were minor roles, including the pork seller Wang Dabutcher, but they were all recorded in the book.

There is absolutely no one named Gao Minglou.

Therefore, she deduced that Gaoming Tower was generated out of thin air by the system during that period, and existed by applying some parameters of Nong Zhigao...

Fu Erdai said that the system is dominated by his consciousness, so how to explain this?

Xinyi is puzzled by the explanation.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get the answer from Brother Ninth, and the person who knew the answer was separated by time and space.

"That's all. If the soldiers come to block it, if the water comes, the soil will cover it. You can do whatever you want."

Xin Yi rocked the rocking chair harder, his eyes wandering.

"Brother Jiu, put the fish on the crib and come over and shake it for me."

Fu Jiuqu didn't respond. Xin Yi looked sideways and found that his expression was a little strange.

Xin Yi asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "Xianyu peed..."

The little guy was still sleeping soundly in his father's arms and had no idea what he had done. The diaper was a little thin. It didn't matter if Xianyu peed. If people mistakenly thought that the king had peed, then something would be wrong...

"Don't you always say that your son won't get close to you? Look, how filial is this gift?"

Xin Yi teased in a low voice and got down from the rocking chair, "Let's go, you hold your son, and I will cover you back to the house..."

Fu Jiuqu's body was stiff, and she pushed him towards the house.

"Uncle Fu!"

Second Nian and Third Nian pushed away the chess pieces and ran towards them.

"I'll hold the little fish, I'll hold the little fish."

Fu Jiuqu: "No. My brother is sleeping soundly. If I wake him up, it's time to cry again."

Xin Yi looked at Fu Jiuqu's serious look and laughed secretly.

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Since the bones of Tuofeng Ridge were transported back to Yangzhou, the people of Yangzhou, who had always succumbed to authority and endured their humiliation, went to the government to complain. The officials involved ranged from the general judge Ge Yong to the Yamen officials.

This prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River has long been riddled with fish and meat, which is heartbreaking.

Fu Jiuqu made up his mind to scrape his bones to heal his wounds, and set up an anonymous drop-in office in the Yamen. People who had grievances could submit complaints anonymously, and a dedicated person would collect them every day and compile them into a book. Unexpectedly, in just a short period of time, the number of complaints reached 20,000.

Zero to three thousand pieces, even if we exclude some who are fraudulent and make trouble out of nothing, the number is still considerable...

There was no decree in Bianjing, but Fu Jiuqu never neglected it.

He rushed the listed crime documents to Bianjing one by one for six hundred miles.

In September, news from Bianjing came one after another, but they were all official documents and of no importance. The officials did not make any response to the charges involving Fu Jiuqu.

The crisp autumn days are busy and quiet.

In the middle of the month, Shen Guangdong came to the house and received news from Shopkeeper Qiu.

"A secret message came from Bianjing. Officials said that the case in Yangzhou Prefecture is complicated and the king of Guangling County is in trouble. The imperial court is preparing to send an imperial envoy to Yangzhou to assist the king in handling the case..."

That little foot shop is the secret information point of the Imperial City Division, and it is very timely.

As soon as the news was received, it was passed on, so it was unknown who the imperial court would send to Yangzhou.
Chapter completed!