Chapter 84 Fuli: Abs, six pack, so nice to touch...

Fu Li was about to say something, but Nuwa was no longer willing to speak. She waved her hand gently and said, "Good boy, go."

She felt her feet lighten as if she had fallen into an abyss, and woke up with a startled "Ah".

Ling Zhuzi had already gotten up and was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. Hearing the noise, he rushed in and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

In his haste, he wasn't careful about his footing, tripping over the couch and stumbling twice before regaining his balance. He didn't care, only glancing at Fu Li. She was sweating profusely, her hand on her chest, and panting heavily, clearly frightened.

Thinking of the fact that she had been suppressed by witchcraft, Lingzhuzi's expression became stern. He raised his hand and made a hand gesture. Countless spiritual lights flew out from his fingertips and instantly enveloped the entire room.

After checking around, he didn't find any unusual spiritual fluctuations, but he didn't relax. Instead, he frowned even more tightly.

Fortunately, Fu Li came to her senses at this time. She took his hand and shook it gently, saying in a soft voice, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It was just a dream."

Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a pile of animal skin rolls in front of the couch. Each roll of animal skin had a different color, but they were all tied with a red rope. Wasn't this the pile given by Nuwa?

Oh, yes, that was not a dream, my soul left my body to pay a visit to the goddess Nuwa.

Lingzhuzi was still asking, "Is it a nightmare? What did you dream about? Was it a stranger or someone you know?"

It was no wonder he was so nervous. Cultivators rarely dreamed; every dream was a sign. It was a sign from heaven, and ordinary people would experience it too. It was just that cultivators had a stronger sense of perception, so the reaction was greater.

For example, ordinary people would feel panicky and their eyelids twitching before encountering bad things, but Qigong practitioners would have a dream similar to premonition.

Seeing Fu Li sweating profusely from fear, he was afraid that she had a nightmare and that it was a bad omen.

"No, no, I was just confused." Fu Li pulled his sleeve and shook it again, leaned forward and hugged his waist, buried her face in his tight abdomen, and rubbed his abdominal muscles through the thin fabric.

She had touched them before; there were six of them, each with a perfect hardness and a pleasant feel. It was a pity that she couldn't see them through her clothes.

Lingzhuzi's muscles subconsciously tensed, then slowly relaxed. Seeing that she still had the mind to tease him, he knew it was nothing serious.

So, he stopped being anxious and let her rub against him to her heart's content before he sat down beside the couch, took her in his arms, and asked again, "What's going on?"

Fu Li then told him about how he had left his body last night and was led by Jin Ning to the Snail Palace on Mount Buzhou, where he performed a musical performance in front of the goddess Nuwa.

Finally, he said, "It was just that the Empress was mischievous. When she was sending me away, she pushed me and scared me awake."

Ling Zhuzi was finally relieved. He hugged her tightly as if he had survived a disaster and breathed a sigh of relief: "You really scared me to death!"

At this moment, a female servant outside the door announced: "Young Master, Master Bian is here to visit."

Ling Zhuzi frowned, looking displeased: "Wasn't he driven back to the closed country? Why is he here again?"

Fu Li thought for a moment and speculated, "He's probably taking advantage of Nuwa's birthday to go to the capital and offer some treasure. He and the King of Shang are brothers, and he's the King's closest younger brother. Now that the King of Shang has no children, he'll forgive him no matter how big his mistake is."

Lingzhuzi felt annoyed after hearing this.

He was mainly disgusted with the King of Shang, and Prince Bian was disgusted with the whole family.

Fu Li patted his arm and said softly, "Wait here, I'll send him away."

After saying this, he stood up, changed into clothes suitable for meeting guests, and asked the female slave to lead the way to the front hall.

After visiting the Nuwa Temple yesterday, Wen Zhong gave some instructions and went back to Jin'ao Island. He has not been at home these days. The one who was debating with the young master in the front hall was Mu Lao.

Seeing her coming, Mu Lao was obviously relieved. Gongzi Bian stood up to greet her. The impetuous air he had shown during their last meeting had faded a lot, and his every move seemed particularly calm.

"My lady, after not seeing you for a few months, you are still as charming as ever."

Fu Li returned the greeting, but said rudely: "Young Master, you seem to have changed a lot."

Gongzi Bian smiled bitterly and said, "My lady, please stop mocking me. I was indeed too indulgent in the past few years. Relying on the favor of my brother the king, I inevitably lost my sense of propriety in my actions.

After being banished by my brother the king and sent back to my fiefdom, all the prosperity vanished like a passing cloud, and my heart, clouded by money and power, suddenly became clearer. Looking back on the past, I find myself quite disgusting.

Fu Li is a person who always responds to soft words and does not tolerate harsh treatment.

If Gongzi Bian continued to make excuses as before, Fu Li could continue to treat him badly with a clear conscience.

The other person suddenly gave in, and his words showed a deep understanding of his own mistakes. No matter how much sarcasm she had in her heart, she couldn't express it for a while.

Fortunately, she reacted very quickly and didn't let the atmosphere get awkward. She immediately put on a smile and raised her hand, saying, "Sir, please sit down. I was just joking with you."

The two took their seats, host and guest respectively. Fu Li said solemnly, "As the saying goes, 'No one is perfect.' Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. If you can learn from your mistakes and then rise to the occasion, I'm sure the king will be extremely pleased. Your continued love for you will be well-deserved."

"No one is perfect. Who can be without fault? Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. Well said, very well said!" Gongzi Bian read it in a low voice, feeling that it was a golden word. He stood up and bowed, "Hearing your words, it is like seeing the sun through the clouds. I suddenly understand everything. But..."

He wondered, "Where does this saying come from? Why haven't I heard it before?"

Fu Li: “…………”

——This was said a thousand years later by a man named Confucius. But can I tell you such a truth?

Fu Li: "It's the dialect of Shu. I've lived in Shu for a long time now, and I've interacted a lot with the people there, so I've learned a lot of dialect and slang."

——So in the future, any "common sayings" or "vulgar sayings" you hear from me that you have never heard before will all refer to Shu.

"I see." Gongzi Bian nodded and said with emotion, "I used to only hear people say that Shuzhong was a wild and barbaric land, with uncivilized people. I never thought there would be such a great sage who would give such a warning. Rumors really can't be trusted."

With the outflow of porcelain, refined salt, bamboo products and other goods, the regional name "Shuzhong" has gradually become known and recognized by the world.

Fu Li said, "I've heard that every village with ten households is bound to have a wise man. With a population of hundreds of thousands in Shu, how could there not be one or two wise men?"

Gongzi Bian nodded, agreeing deeply and said, "That's exactly what you said."

The two talked for a while, and before Fu Li showed any intention of seeing him off, he took the initiative to stand up and say goodbye, which made Fu Li confused for a moment.

After sending the man away, Mu Lao said in amazement: "This Young Master Bian has really changed a lot."

Fu Li frowned slightly and pondered, "Can a person's personality change so drastically in such a short period of time?"

It’s not to say that it’s absolutely impossible, but those whose temperaments have changed drastically have all encountered major changes, some even facing life and death.

Prince Bian was only demoted back to his fiefdom once, but seeing that he is still walking around in Boyi, we know that Wo Ding has not really given up on him, but is just trying to warn him to restrain himself.

What kind of big change is this? It's just a minor setback at most.

Fu Li concluded: "After the young master's debate, there must be someone with great wisdom to guide him."

Mu Lao asked, "Do you want to check it out?"

"No need." Fu Li shook her head. "The Grand Tutor's Mansion has never cared about the royal family's inheritance. Even if he has experts around him, he has to be able to listen to their advice."

She thought of King Wo Ding of Shang again and recalled her failed attempt to give advice when she was young.

"Mr. Mu, please help me spread the news."

Yesterday, Elder Mu had already selected the personnel to spread the news. After asking for details, he immediately arranged the work. Fu Li and Ling Zhuzi stayed in Boyi for another half month. During this time, she subcontracted the management rights of the sea treasures to five noble families, including the Xue and Han families, as regional agents.

By the time these things were done, the news she asked Mu Lao to spread had already fermented to a critical point throughout Boyi and even the entire royal capital.

The content of the message is simple and the process is not complicated, it only consists of three steps.

The first step is to raise questions: the calendar we use today is still inherited from the Xia Dynasty. As the stars appear and disappear, and the sun and moon rotate, the calendar of that time has developed many deviations.

The calendar is the foundation of farming. If the calendar is inaccurate, people will not know when to plant and when to harvest.

Your Majesty, you offer sacrifices to Nuwa every year. Why don’t you pray to her for a more accurate calendar?

The second step is to clear up the confusion for everyone: the king is not respectful to Nuwa, and he has been perfunctory in sacrifices in previous years. This year is even worse. He even pretended to be sick, but actually had fun with the concubines.

With the previous rumor as a foundation, this one caused an uproar as soon as it came out.

Countless people in the royal capital spontaneously gathered outside the palace, demanding that the King of Shang worship at the Nuwa Temple again and sincerely apologize to Nuwa.

Naturally, Woodin refused.

Successive Shang kings had gradually weakened Nuwa's influence among the princes, and they had to make persistent efforts to make the people of the world gradually forget this goddess. How could they be willing to give up all their efforts?

Not to mention that Wodin is a stubborn person who only listens to good words and cannot stand honest advice that is unpleasant to his ears.

Nowadays, the atmosphere is simple and honest, and the distance between the king and the people is not as far as heaven and earth. Even though Wodin is arrogant and irritable, he did not think of sending people to expel the people who were blocking the palace gate.

He hid himself in the palace and refused to go out. He also issued an edict to cancel the court meeting, giving the ministers no chance to advise him in person.

On the tenth day, Wen Zhong returned from Jin'ao Island. When he heard about this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

He first called Fu Li over and asked angrily, "Did you spread those rumors?"

Before Fu Li could speak, Ling Zhuzi, who had followed her, sneered, "So what? Is there a single word that's false?"

Wen Zhong's momentum faltered, and he felt a headache. "Junior Brother, Junior Sister, the operation of the human dynasty has its own rules. Can you please not interfere?"

Ling Zhuzi was very direct: "As long as you can beat me, we will listen to whatever you say."

Wen Zhong: “…………”

He simply ignored Ling Zhuzi and turned to Fu Li, saying, "Junior Sister Fu Li, I know you're a man of action. Since you've made this matter known, you must be able to bring it to a close. Just tell me directly, how do you need my cooperation?"

- Don't think he doesn't know that Ling Zhuzi is as obedient as a cat in front of Fu Li, even his temper is just for fun. But in front of others, he always solves the problem manually and never complains.

Wen Zhong is not a fool. Rather than facing Ling Zhuzi's coercion with force, he would of course choose Fu Li, with whom he could negotiate verbally.