Young Master Fu gave him a big eye and said, "What are you going to do when you come back? Are you wasting rice?"

Then the guard guard, who was unable to court, directly rebel, held it and kissed it hard for a long time.

He pushed him away panting, and Fu Tian rubbed his red ears and face, pretending to be calm and ran away.

Chu Xiangtian looked at his somewhat panicked and shy back, his lips curled up, and calmly picked up his pen and wrote a letter, asking the servant to take the letter to the station.

Two more days later, Fu Tian was about to set out to Xingdong County to see the land. Just the day before departure, Wen Zeming, who had not been making a fuss for a long time, came to the door again.

The doorman stopped him and refused to let him in. Wen Zeming shouted at the door that Fu Tian was unfilial and criticized his crimes one by one. Soon, many people gathered around to watch the fun.

When Fu Tian received a notice from his servant, he slowly appeared, Wen Zeming had been making a fuss at the door for a long time.

Wen Zeming is far less energetic than when Fu Tian first met him. His face was sallow, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were drooping, and there was a light of calculating in it.

Without any literary popularity, he looks like a calculating civilian.

Fu Tian frowned slightly and looked at him coldly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Wen Zeming's face was tightened by his eyes. Fu Tian stood there in a brocade robe and straight body, which was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off. He and the useless person who had once been in the mouth of Wen Boli.

His eyes were as if they were stinging. Wen Zeming subconsciously took a step back, and then he was firmly nailed to the spot by the unwillingness in his heart. He was stammering his neck like a rooster who was defeated but refused to admit defeat. Even his eyes were red, "My father was seriously ill and wanted to see you."

Fu Tian was slightly stunned, unable to say what he felt in his heart for a moment. To this day, he and Wen Boli have long been jealous enemies.

"I will go to Xingdong County to do business tomorrow. I will let Dai Fu go there for me."

Without directly refusing, Fu Tian thought of a compromise. Everyone around him was watching the fun. If he was too tough, these people might have to arrange something randomly. In the eyes of these people, death is the most important thing. Now Wen Boli is seriously ill and he still refuses to go and see it. Maybe he will be labeled as an unfilial hat.

Unwilling to cause trouble, Fu Tian then agreed to let Dai Fu go and take a look.

However, Wen Zeming was unwilling to stop when he saw it. He said angrily: "My father is seriously ill and still cares about you, but you don't even want to see him in person?"

He slowly pursed his lips, and Fu Tian frowned without responding.

Wen Zeming was still relentlessly, wiped his tears hypocritically, and said with red eyes: "The doctor said that. Father... he can't hold on for a few days."

"His only wish is to see you again." He covered his face and looked sad, as if the person who did the wrong thing was Fu Tian.

The crowd of onlookers made a low discussion, and some even said loudly on purpose: "It's my own flesh and blood, and it's too cold-blooded and ruthless to see you on the last side."

There are so many words, Wen Zeming showed a successful smile through the cover of his sleeves.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to go to Daifu."

Fu Tian looked at him condescendingly. Although he didn't know why Wen Zeming wanted him to see Wen Boli so much, he could not have a good thing with his toes. Wen Zeming is not such a filial person.

Asking the doorman to see off the guests, Fu Tian turned around and walked in.

"Fu Tian, ​​you are unfilial son!"

Wen Zeming's face changed. He wanted to catch up and pull him, but was stopped by the gatekeeper.

Fu Tian, ​​who was walking away, suddenly turned back and looked at him coldly, "One of all, I have nothing to do with Wen Boli, and two, Wen Boli can't still be thinking about me before his death. If he really wants to die, he is still seeking medical treatment in panic, and will he be thinking about me?"

He gently curled the corners of his mouth, and Fu Tian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Although you don't know what you insisted on me to see Wen Boli, I guess... it's definitely not a good thing. What are you calculating about?"

Wen Zeming's face turned pale, subconsciously took a step back, pointed at Fu Tian with a stern look and cursed: "What are you talking nonsense?! Don't make excuses for your unfilial piety."

"You should take care of yourself." Fu Tian put away the smile on his face and looked at him expressionlessly.

Wen Zeming's eyes shrank for a moment, not sure if he had guessed something, but how could Fu Tian know about it when they were doing so hidden.

He took two steps back and Wen Zeming walked towards another alley in a daze.

After turning around the street and two alleys, I arrived at Wen's house. On the dilapidated gate, the plaque with red and black letters became more and more mottled. Wen Zeming looked up in a lifeless manner and showed a sinister smile.

He walked in, turned around and tied the door tightly before continuing to walk inside.

The yard was quiet, and even the flowers and plants hung with leaves in a little sluggishness. When they approached the main house, they could vaguely hear sharp voices.

"Mom, I'm back." Wen Zeming pushed open the door and interrupted Bai Ruihe's curse.

Bai Ruihe looked behind him and said in confusion: "Where is the person? Didn't you come back with you?"

Wen Zeming's face showed a bit of sinisterness, but he was unwilling to say more, and said evilly: "No."

"What should we do with our plan?" Bai Ruihe sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip. He cursed at Wen Boli just now, and his throat was dry.

Wen Zeming walked to the bedside and looked at the person lying on it coldly.

I saw Wen Boli's face was covered in dust, his turbid eyes wide open, his lips trembled and wanted to say something, but he could only make vague murmurs.

Looking at his appearance, he remembered Fu Tian's lofty arrogance. Wen Zeming's face was twisted for a while and looked at the person on the bed and said maliciously: "Your good son, but you know that you are dying of illness and you don't want to see you."

"Didn't you always talk to him? Look, your good son doesn't want to have any connection with you now."

The man on the bed opened his mouth so hard that he spit out two broken words, "I'm a damn... son..."

I don't know who it's scolding.

Wen Zeming didn't care at all. He even smiled happily at Wen Boli's miserable appearance, then turned around and found the medicine he had cooked the day before on the table. He took a small bowl of black medicine juice and poured it out. He approached Wen Boli, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. "My good father, it's time for you to take medicine."

Wen Boli's eyes on the bed showed horror, and his mouth was tightly closed, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

Wen Zeming sneered, pried open his closed teeth hard, and poured a whole bowl of black medicine juice that was not bad or not. The black medicine juice overflowed from the corner of his mouth and no one cared about it. After filling the medicine, Wen Zeming threw the medicine bowl to the side and looked at him mockingly, "Since Fu Tian refused to come, let you live for a while."

Wen Boli on the bed struggled and twitched for a few times, and finally calmed down like a death, looking at the gray wall with a dull expression.

*******

"What did you say Wen Zeming wants to lie to me in the past?"

Under the big tree in the East Courtyard, Fu Tian lazily supported his face and opened his mouth to eat a grape fed by Chu Xiangtian.

The grapes were sent from the farm below. In the season, they were picked freshly in the morning, and they were all sweet to the water.

Chu Xiangtian narrowed his eyes and twisted his fingers that were dipped in a little grape juice. "He is so fussy, just to force you to go over. Most of the time, there are some traps waiting. I'll ask someone to check it out."

Fu Tian also felt that at first he did not notice Wen Zeming's intention, but after he said that Dai Fu had passed, Wen Zeming's performance was too excited. He was clearly acting and wanted to use public opinion to force him. He did not think Wen Zeming was so filial and used so many means to make him fulfill Wen Boli's wish.

So he was careful and deliberately tricked him in the end. Wen Zeming was indeed guilty and revealed his flaws.

"Who are you looking for?" Fu Tian said strangely.

Chu Xiangtian smiled, "My men, after finishing their work, I will let them recognize the general's wife."

Fu Tian widened his eyes and kicked him under the table, "It's the general's husband!" He was so ignorant, and he still wanted to pay.

Chu Xiangtian exaggeratedly "hissing" and took two breaths, grabbed Fu Tian's hand on the table, and crawled along the pole: "My husband doesn't know how to pity my servant."

Fu Tian was shocked by him and got goose bumps. A mighty man over eight feet tall called himself "slave family" when he was sad and resentful to you. No one could stand it.

"You, you... shameless!"

Looking at the successful smile on someone's face, I finally couldn't help but curse angrily.

Chu Xiangtian fed another grape into his mouth and agreed calmly, "Yes."
Chapter completed!