"No, Fu An, are you saying 'The Emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are anxious to death'? I don't think the Third Master is anxious at all, so why are you anxious?"
Waiting to be the chief eunuch!
"The Third Master's situation is not easy. He needs people under him."
When Song Qingci thought he would continue to explain the reasons, Fu An's words stopped abruptly.
No matter how much I ask, I won’t get the answer.
Song Qingci went back and told Feng Xun about this matter.
"Miss, I think you're doing the right thing. Even though they're bandits, they're still human lives. I can't just watch them starve to death."
Only people at the bottom of society can empathize with those who are also immersed in misery.
"Yeah. But even if I give the money, I don't know what will happen next."
For the next few days, Mr. Fu San remained silent.
Song Qingci thought, is this thing over?
So how does Mr. Fu San plan to deal with Zhao Yuanshuo’s blackmail?
She was really curious and wanted to ask Mr. Fu San what he said.
It was a fine day, and Mr. Fu San took his Pekingese to play in the yard.
Song Qingci saw his figure in the window, rolled his eyes, and pushed the door open and came out: "Third Master, are you not busy today?"
"Yeah." Mr. Fu San nodded.
"How does Third Master's hand feel?"
"I moved around a little this morning and still felt some pain, so I followed your instructions and didn't force myself to move."
"Right, right, you have to take your time and don't rush it."
She likes cooperative patients.
Song Qingci racked his brains to bring the topic back to that matter.
Suddenly, Master Fu San reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms...
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