Chapter 246 If You Were My Grandfather, I Would Strangle You to Death Right Now
Shen Yunyue and Fu Xuanheng exchanged glances. She knew that natural disasters would occur frequently in the next few years.
Heavy rain and flooding.
Mudslides, earthquakes.
There was a severe drought...
There was not much grain in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and officials and businessmen colluded to drive up prices.
The stored grain in the provincial capital was sold to the Southern Li Kingdom and the Western Liang Kingdom, which resulted in the Great Zhou being almost destroyed by the two countries.
The two walked back and forth on the pier, but there was nothing they particularly wanted to buy.
The porcelain, cloth and grain of these two countries were not as good as those of the Great Zhou.
Someone seemed to notice the two of them, and several pairs of eyes in the crowd were staring at Shen Yunyue and Fu Xuanheng.
The two walked to the dock in the direction of the warehouse and stared at the warehouse for several times.
Fu Xuanheng held Shen Yunyue's hand tightly and whispered calmly:
"There's a dog watching us."
Shen Yunyue was stunned and turned her head away.
Before they could see clearly, a carriage came galloping towards Shen Yunyue and the others.
Fu Xuanheng's eyebrows twitched, and he hurriedly grabbed Shen Yunyue's arm and brought her to the side.
Fu Xuanheng picked up a stone and threw it over.
The horse swayed from side to side as if it had taken a love drug, let out a miserable cry, and fell to its side.
Shen Yunyue was held in Fu Xuanheng's arms.
Fu Xuanheng protected her and retreated more than ten steps to the side.
He put his arms around Shen Yunyue.
Shen Yunyue raised her head slightly, and in her sight, Fu Xuanheng's rolling Adam's apple was indescribably seductive and sexy.
The charming chin fell into her deep eyes, adding a touch of ambiguity.
It has touched my heart.
Shen Yunyue's soul was moved.
I have to say, this boy is really good-looking.
It was so beautiful that Shen Yunyue's lustful heart was beating wildly.
Just as the peach blossoms were blooming between the two of them, an angry voice was heard from the carriage.
"Who the hell did this?"
Shen Yunyue:……
Fu Xuanheng also withdrew his gaze from Shen Yunyue's face. He rolled his Adam's apple and said in a hoarse voice:
"Let's go and take a look."
Several people gathered around the overturned carriage.
The driver was a young man, lying on the ground with his teeth bared.
Besides this, there was a familiar old man - the old steward of Prince An's Mansion. Next to him was a thin old man with white hair and beard, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, not moving at all.
The old steward of Prince An's Mansion was so frightened that his face turned even paler than the white cloth used for funerals.
Seeing an acquaintance, Shen Yunyue suppressed the doubts in her heart.
"Mr. An, do you need help?"
Upon hearing this, the old steward of Prince An's Mansion turned around, glanced at Shen Yunyue, then shifted his gaze to Fu Xuanheng.
He frowned in surprise and spoke in a bad tone:
"Boy, come and give me a hand."
Fu Xuanheng stood there motionless. Xiao Jiu and the others not far behind him also did not move.
"Hey, brat. I'm calling you. The world is going downhill. Young people should learn to be kind. How can you stand by and watch someone die without helping?"
Fu Xuanheng snorted impatiently:
"How do I know you're not using this to blackmail me?"
Shen Yunyue: .... Is the butler of Prince An's Mansion trying to scam me?
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like that.
Old Steward An patted his brocade robe, his old face as black as the ash at the bottom of a pot.
His lips trembled:
"Look at this silk and satin outfit. Do you think I'm blackmailing you without any money?"
Fu Xuanheng didn't say anything, his half-smile eyes seemed to be asking: Do you think you are?
Old Manager An was so angry that he almost cursed. He turned to look at Shen Yunyue, "Miss Shen, after all, we are old acquaintances. Just watch this brat bully an old man like me."
Shen Yunyue shrugged and said:
"Manager An, I'm a weak and helpless little girl and I can't say anything."
Steward An: ... He remembered that Shen Yunyue was extremely strong, and now she was pretending to be a weak woman.
This couple is so deceptive.
If he didn't have to follow them, Manager An really wanted to jump up and scold them.
After thinking about it, he bit the old rotten teeth in his mouth and swallowed the blood.
"Miss Chen, our old prince and I came out from Lingnan for a stroll. Didn't we walk all the way here?" Seeing that they ignored him, the old steward An had to continue making up stories.
Fu Xuanheng looked at him leisurely, his sarcastic expression clearly saying:
I watched you continue to lie...
Shen Yunyue glanced at them suspiciously. "Wandering from Lingnan to Shihanzhou? You've wandered a bit far."
Steward An was choked and could only sigh:
"To be honest, it was you who saved the young master last time. That's why our old prince came to meet him. He's not in good health, and we can't let those people in Lingnan find out."
"Since you came to us specifically, why can't you just tell us directly?"
Old Steward An slapped his thigh and said, "Miss Shen, can you save people first? By the time you have figured out the problem, our old prince will have almost ascended to heaven on the spot."
Fu Xuanheng lowered his eyes and gestured to Xiaojiu.
Xiaojiu came over.
Manager An hurriedly stopped Xiaojiu and said anxiously:
"Our young master is just like the old prince, he doesn't let strangers get close to him. I'm afraid the old prince will go crazy when he wakes up, so please ask the little brother and Shen girl to come over."
A vicious look flashed in Fu Xuanheng's eyes, and he pulled Shen Yunyue and was about to leave.
"Little brother, please consider the friendship between the old prince and your grandmother." Steward An hurriedly called him.
Fu Xuanheng stopped and turned around to look at Manager An.
On the road to exile that day.
Fu Xuanheng was poisoned and it happened to be the time when the poison took effect.
The young master hugged him to sleep, and the little thing almost pissed him off to death.
Now, the old guy comes over again.
Fu Xuanheng squatted down and picked up the unconscious Old Prince An. Xiaojiu and the others straightened the carriage. The horse had an iron needle stuck in its butt.
An Er pulled out the iron needle and covered the horse's butt with medicine.
Fu Xuanheng placed Prince An on the carriage.
For some reason, he always felt that Prince An gave him a very familiar feeling.
But he really had never met Prince An.
Fu Xuanheng suppressed his doubts and leaned silently against the carriage, letting Shen Yunyue come over to check.
Shen Yunyue first took his pulse and said, "Old Prince An has trouble sleeping. He is overly worried. His liver qi is stagnant, and he suffers from pain and has difficulty sleeping."
The old steward sighed and said:
"Our An Wang Mansion may seem to enjoy a prosperous life in Lingnan, but in reality, we have too many things to worry about. The old prince has spent his entire life in the military, so it's inevitable that he might not be able to see things clearly."
Shen Yunyue said nothing more, took out the silver needles and gently gave acupuncture to Prince An.
Not long.
She took the silver needle and said, "The old prince will wake up soon."
Manager An heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and clasped his fists and said, “Thank you, Miss Shen.”
He saw Shen Yunyue and Fu Xuanheng exit the carriage and hurriedly stopped them. "Are you living in Baijia Village?"
"What do you want to do?" Fu Xuanheng snorted coldly.
Manager An's expression changed. This kid was so choking the moment he opened his mouth.
"You're a handsome, handsome fellow, but you're such a mean-spirited person. What good is it for me to ask you where you live?"
"As long as you don't blackmail us and say you want to go back to Baijia Village with us, that's fine." Fu Xuanheng didn't care about his opinion at all.
Manager An: .... He was just about to say that he wanted to follow him to Baijia Village, but this bastard interrupted him with his venomous tongue.
He was forced to swallow his words.
"Yunyue, let's go."
Fu Xuanheng didn't want to have too much interaction with them. Now the people from Xiliang and Nanli Kingdom were all in Yonghe Town.
Prince Rui's men are also here.
He didn't know what Prince An's purpose was in coming here.
Shen Yunyue also saw that the old steward An was trying to blackmail them, so she smiled calmly:
"Manager An, the old prince is a blessed man. I'm sure it's not uncommon for him to meet a few people from Medicine King Valley. My husband and I have other things to do, so we won't bother you."
"I'm not afraid of interruptions."
"We are afraid." Fu Xuanheng replied without hesitation.
"Are you a woodpecker, kid? All your hardness is in your mouth." Manager An was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
The old prince in the carriage woke up slowly.
He opened the curtain with a confused look on his face, "Where is this?"
Fu Xuanheng looked at him thoughtfully, "This is the Yonghe Town Pier."
After a few pauses, he said coldly:
"My wife and I saved you. I was weak and poisoned, and carrying you onto the carriage nearly cost me my life."
After saying that.
He deliberately covered his chest and gasped heavily several times.
Elderly care manager:…….
What is this brat doing? How dare he accuse them of blackmail?
He didn't care why Fu Xuanheng changed from a sharp-tongued person to a fawning bastard, and looked at Prince An nervously.
"Old Prince, how are you feeling? Do you have a headache?"
Old Prince An looked around blankly, pointed at himself and said:
"You're talking to me? Who are you? Who am I?"
The old steward.... Then he cried and said:
“Miss Shen, did you hurt our old prince?”
Shen Yunyue: .... I want to stab this old thing to death.
She looked at Fu Xuanheng, then looked away and said calmly:
"Manager An, do you really want to blackmail us?"
Shen Yunyue took Old Prince An's hand away and carefully felt his pulse again. The pulse showed that there seemed to be congestion in the head.
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"Maybe he hit his head and lost his memory."
The old steward An's knees softened and he said hurriedly:
"Amnesia? That's impossible. He woke up after being hit... What should I do?"
Old Prince An didn't even look at Old Steward An who almost fainted on the ground. He looked at Fu Xuanheng kindly and smiled at him.
"Good grandson."
Fu Xuanheng: ...If you were my grandfather, I would strangle you to death right now.
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