He bought three bunches of grass, and Emperor Zi'an gave him one bunch as a gift.

The boy went home happily.

When Mrs. Fu woke up and opened the door, she saw that Fu Xiaoyuan had already planted the grass in the flowerpot.

"Where are my flowers? Why are they so green? There are no flowers."

Fu Xiaoyuan scratched his head, "Mom, I got ripped just now. I'll give you a bunch of flowers tomorrow and I'll make it up to you!"

"You kid, forget about the flowers, but my green plants are treasures. They are twenty-year-old spiritual herbs and you must not pull them out." Mrs. Fu is a spiritual master who has been practicing in secret for many years.

Magical herbs are her lifeblood.

She must watch it every day.

"Hey, the grass seems to be greener today than yesterday."

"And why is today so much darker than yesterday?"

"Strange, it seems like something bad is going on. Why does it seem like there is an evil spirit?"

Madam Fu was shocked. It was getting dark and the air was filled with evil spirits.

"Xiaoyuan, come quickly to your mother's side." This child was born with a spiritual body and was particularly favored by evil spirits, so she used her daily cultivation to get some spiritual herbs in the yard, just to seek good fortune and avoid disaster at the critical moment.

Because the divine aura of Lord Xingchen, the god of the ancient country, has become increasingly weaker and he can no longer protect the Fu family.

"The evil spirit that came this time seems to be a high-level evil spirit."

With her level of Taoism, she was not afraid of ordinary evil spirits at all. However, she was not able to resist medium-level evil spirits with her level of Taoism, and could only rely on the power of spiritual herbs.

This time it seems like a high-level evil spirit came, and not just one, but a group???

Mrs. Fu was a little panicked and held Fu Xiaoyuan's hand tightly. If this child was targeted by an evil spirit, it would tear him to pieces and eat him alive.

"Son, stand behind your mother, blow the whistle, and call your father over."

Mrs. Fu finally realized the danger.

This time, she was afraid that she would not survive, so she had to protect her son even at the cost of her own life!

When Mr. Fu came over, he stood with the mother and son.

Needless to say, the couple knew that danger was coming.

Now, Your Majesty has abandoned the former national gods and worshipped the demons as national gods, which has long caused their dissatisfaction.

But the Fu family could not protect themselves and could not compete with the new emperor at all.

Can only linger on.

These evil spirits actually dare to run rampant under the feet of the emperor. I think it has something to do with the new emperor.

"Madam, be careful!"

"Husband, if anything happens to me, don't worry about me. You must protect our son's safety. He is the only hope of the Fu family."

Mrs. Fu, who has always been carefree, got red-eyed for the first time.

Mr. Fu had tears in his eyes. "If you are in danger, I will go find you when the children are adults. Wait for me."

Five-year-old Fu Xiaoyuan huddled behind the couple. The sky was particularly dark. He shivered, "Daddy and Mom, please don't abandon me. I don't want to leave Mom. I don't want Mom to complain when something happens. I will be very obedient in the future and never make Mom angry again. Mom..."

The sky above the Fu family was swallowed by darkness. Mrs. Fu flew up and swung out the sword in her hand.

Pressure, powerful pressure!

She just got closer and felt a surge of discomfort in her chest.

The evil spirits were approaching, but suddenly, a bright green light appeared and with a slight wave, the evil spirits immediately dispersed.

It was accompanied by miserable howling sounds.

Mrs. Fu: ???

"What's going on? Such a strong spiritual power."

She looked back and saw the whole yard filled with green spiritual power. No, the entire Fu family’s home was covered with a layer of green spiritual power, like a emerald green barrier.

Madam Fu spread out her palms and found that her cultivation had improved a lot compared to before.

Looking up, there was no evil spirit there. The sky above the Fu family was clear.

"Uh... did I see a ghost? No, did I see a god? Did Lord Xingchen come? No, this aura is so familiar, it seems to be the spiritual power of plants and trees."

Madam Fu cast her eyes on the green grass in the yard, walked over, and widened her eyes, "A hundred-year-old spiritual herb? My God, this one is actually a five-hundred-year-old spiritual herb? And this one is actually a thousand-year-old spiritual herb!!!"

Mrs. Fu was so excited that she almost fainted. "Fu Xiaoyuan, come here. These spiritual herbs are not mine. Where did you get them? Tell me!"

"Don't be angry, mom. Yes, I bought it from outside."

"Bought it???"

"I bought three, and my good brother gave me one as a gift. A total of four." Fu Xiaoyuan's voice became lower and lower as he spoke.

It’s all his fault for being too playful. He won’t dare to do it again next time!

"Where did you buy it? Take me there quickly."

As night fell, the families of the three old ministers walked out of the mansion together.

They are old neighbors, so in the past, they would have said hello when they came out.

But today, they were so excited that they didn't even bother to say hello.

"You were the one who sold these grasses to my son Fu Xiaoyuan, right?" Mrs. Fu walked out with an arrogant look on her face.

Emperor Zian:? ?

no.

My sister was invited into the Fang Mansion because she sold some stones.

He was selling grass and gave the little guy a gift. He won't get beaten, right?

"It's me, ma'am. What can I do for you?"

Madam Fu glanced at the grass on Emperor Zi'an's stall. "These grasses..."

"If Madam doesn't like it, I won't set up my stall outside the mansion."

He withdrew and immediately began to pack up quickly.

It's not that he was scared, he just didn't want to be beaten.

Madam Fu knelt down in front of Emperor Zi'an with a thump, hugged his thighs, and said, "Sir, you are my lifesaver. Can you sell me one of these herbs? No, half a plant will do! If that's not possible, a leaf will do."

“That…”

Mrs. Fu was crying and snotting, then she pulled Fu Xiaoyuan over and winked at her sternly.

Fu Xiaoyuan hugged Di Zian's other leg, "Big brother, why don't you live with us? We have so many houses in our house. My mother said that you have nowhere to live and are living on the streets..."

Mrs. Fu was ashamed. How could this boy say such damaging words?

She really wanted to slap this guy.

How could I say the words "living on the streets" to my benefactor?

Emperor Zian was already standing there in a daze.

He was just happy that his sister could live in the mansion, but now, good things happen to him?

He had lived for eighteen years, and today was the only day when he had good luck.

“That…”

"Brother, if you don't come live with us, I will wander the streets with you."

Mrs. Fu: Wandering on the streets, wandering on the streets, you little rascal, how come you can only say these four words?

"Oh well."

Who could have imagined that the four people who were just wandering the streets would suddenly be happily welcomed into the mansion of an old minister's family who had served for three dynasties.

Abao's stone is so magical that no one in the Fang family dares to touch it.

Yun Hui was packing up his stall when an old man with unsteady gaits came over with the help of a cane. He had grey hair and a kind face.

"Are you still selling this stone?"

A-bao looked at the old man with watery eyes, "Grandpa, do you want to buy it?"

Sikong Yuan chuckled, "Well, how much?"

Abao told him the price, and the old man immediately took out some money from his pocket and gave it to Abao.

Sikong Yuan picked up the smallest stone and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Grandpa, it's getting late. We have to close the stall. Are you here alone?"

Sikong Yuan nodded, "Yeah."

The old man was in very poor health and coughed several times. Yun Hui had never seen such a weak person.

He came here with a cane, so he must have walked a long way.

I just don’t know whose old man this is. He looks very neatly dressed, but there is no one to take care of him.