Chapter 247: Unable to defeat the two old thieves
"Are you sure I'm your grandson?" Fu Xuanheng's face was cold. He could endure it because Prince An was indeed promoted by his grandmother.
If it weren't for his grandmother's sake, he would have hammered Prince An's brains out.
Old Prince An frowned and nodded.
"You look like a grandson."
Fu Xuanheng: ...beat this old bastard to death.
"Yunyue, since he is awake, let's go." Fu Xuanheng took Shen Yunyue's hand, and the two turned around and were about to leave.
If he didn't leave now, he was afraid that he would have a hard time explaining himself to his dead grandmother in the future.
"Grandson, stop."
Old Prince An shouted with a hoarse throat:
"You're not my grandson, why did you save me? Did you two hit me?"
Shen Yunyue stopped in her tracks. The words sounded familiar.
Old Prince An wailed anxiously twice, attracting many people to watch before he said with a sad face:
"You didn't hit me, so why did you save me? Don't say you did a good deed. Check your conscience and see if you have a heart that's willing to help others."
Fu Xuanheng touched his heart and realized that he really didn't have a helpful heart.
Shen Yunyue looked helpless.
To be honest, it was because of them that the carriage was overturned.
It was because she and Fu Xuanheng were walking around here that they aroused the vigilance of the people on the dock.
Someone injured the horse and wanted to hit Shen Yunyue and the other person.
She thought again of Prince An’s status in Lingnan.
If Fu Xuanheng starts a rebellion in the future, he might also need Prince An.
Although he had the Yun family's Yin-Yang Jade Pendant in his hand, he could command the hidden army.
But decades have passed, and even though the old generals have not been replaced, the soldiers and deputy generals and young generals have been replaced several times.
Who can guarantee that those people will be loyal to the person holding the jade pendant?
Or the person sitting on the throne now?
"Xuanheng, why don't you be a grandson again?" Shen Yunyue gently pulled Fu Xuanheng's sleeve. After all, their ages were right, so he might as well be a grandson when he should be.
Fu Xuanheng's eyes darkened. He and Shen Yunyue had the same idea.
Old Prince An gave him a very familiar feeling, which made him very curious.
Fu Xuanheng walked over reluctantly.
Old Prince An smiled and naturally placed his hand on Fu Xuanheng's shoulder.
"My dear grandson, please take me home."
Fu Xuanheng's eyes grew a little colder, and his clenched fists turned white.
He endured the urge to strangle Old Prince An.
Manager An had a sad face, which was sometimes as white as paper and sometimes as black as charcoal.
"Old Prince, you really can't remember? Your dear grandson is still here..."
Old Prince An raised his hand and covered him with a big bag, "You old dog, my good grandson is right here."
After saying that, he hummed.
He raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, "Grandson, let's go home. Home is the best place. It's not safe to stay in this crappy place."
Old Steward An also spoke kindly, "Miss Shen. Our old prince has injured his brain, and he has to rely on you to heal him.
Why don't you come to my house and chat for a few days? Don't worry, all your food and drinks will be converted into silver."
Shen Yunyue pondered for a while.
"Okay, you must listen to my instructions."
Steward An nodded hurriedly and said:
"Okay. He's an old man and can't do anything wrong. I don't dare let him live outside and let others know that he has lost his memory."
Shen Yunyue was speechless.
Old Prince An covered his head and said pitifully:
"Grandson, come home."
Fu Xuanheng glanced at the heavily guarded warehouse and thought to himself why not come over at night to find out what was going on.
"Okay, let's go home."
Several people had to go back.
Shen Yunyue no longer had the heart to buy a blanket. Like Fu Xuanheng, her mind was on the warehouse.
Uncle Yun saw that there were strangers there and did not follow Fu Xuanheng and the others.
After giving Fu Xuanheng a look from a distance, Uncle Yun disappeared into the crowd and left.
After they left.
A group of people came out from the Qing Gang Fengtang, and the leader gave the order:
"Seal off all intersections in Yonghe Town. Interrogate anyone who knows martial arts."
"yes."
At the command.
Yonghe Town began to set up checkpoints at entrances and exits.
Before setting up the checkpoint, Uncle Yun Jiu and Li Weiyang also returned to Baijia Village.
Shen Yunyue and her group arrived at the place where the road was being built, and the road was almost reaching the intersection of Baijia Village.
The road has been widened, but it has not been completely leveled yet.
Old Prince An was half lying in the carriage with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly and snoring from time to time.
"Manager An, the road ahead is too bumpy. Let the old prince get off and walk." Shen Yunyue looked at the overly worried man who completely let himself go after losing his memory.
Old Manager An groaned miserably, "Boy, this is your grandfather. Go call him."
Fu Xuanheng opened the curtain and saw his gray beard trembling, and he felt angry. He couldn't help but reach out and pull his beard and said:
"Grandpa, get up."
Old Prince An turned over with a groan, "Grandson, you pulled my beard again, why did you get up?"
"Come down and walk."
"No, you carry me on your back." Old Prince An looked unhappy.
Shen Yunyue glanced at Manager An calmly.
The old steward said angrily:
"Fu Xuanheng. Can you respect your elders? Can you pull your grandfather's beard?"
Fu Xuanheng snorted coldly:
"Yes, even pulling them all out is fine."
"If you don't want to, go carry him yourself."
Old Manager An pinched his nose and said nothing, pretending not to hear anything, and walked straight ahead.
Fu Xuanheng felt a pang of frustration in his heart and sighed. "I can't defeat these two old thieves. They are too cunning."
They used his grandmother to bully him, if he could sense the malicious intent of these two people.
Fu Xuanheng wanted to throw the two of them into the Cang River to soak for a few days.
Shen Yunyue walked over and said to Old Prince An:
"Grandpa, come down and walk. I'll give you some candy."
"Is it sweet?"
"Sweet." There were two more pieces of malt candy in Shen Yunyue's palm. They were malt candies with the flavor of gardenia.
Old Prince An sniffed, reached out to take the candy and carefully put a piece in his mouth.
"My granddaughter-in-law is the best. I'm not lying."
He walked down and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
Fu Xuanheng supported him helplessly, then squatted down and carried him towards the village.
The one driving the carriage was An Er, and the driver accompanying Old Prince An and the others was injured. His elbow was broken, and Shen Yunyue had just straightened it.
Now it is fixed with a wooden board.
Along the way.
People kept greeting Fu Xuanheng and Shen Yunyue.
"Boss, the speed of road construction has reached a new high today."
"Boss, in two days, all the potatoes will be planted."
Some people also brought vegetables from home to take back for Shen Yunyue and the others to eat.
Old Prince An looked at all this in a daze, and a chestnut hit Fu Xuanheng on the head.
"Grandson, why did they give you food?"
Fu Xuanheng endured it and said helplessly:
"They saw you were injured and gave you some healing."
"These women are so stingy. Shouldn't they use chicken, duck, and pork to nourish their bodies when they are injured? I'm not a monk, why should I eat vegetarian food?"
Arrived at the village entrance.
Fu Xuanheng wanted to put Prince An down, but the old man held him tightly and refused to let go.
"No carriage."
"Then you walk." Fu Xuanheng's veins bulged.
"I can't walk."
Seeing the two men about to fight, Shen Yunyue hurried over. "Xuan Heng is weak, and he needs to recuperate after carrying you all the way back."
Only then did Prince An let go.
"What's wrong with being an unfilial grandson?"
"Injured." Shen Yunyue said calmly, pointing to the rows of bamboo houses at the foot of the mountain in the west.
“That’s where we live.”
The old steward An took a deep look at the bamboo house, the stream and the waterside pavilion. "What a beautiful view! It feels like a small bridge, flowing water and a home."
Shen Yunyue snorted coldly.
"snort."
Manager An: .... What is this girl humming? What does it mean?
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