C163 Halberd Charm Private Alliance Treaty(1)

The Fujikuo swallowed a mouthful of dirty marsh gas at the tent curtain, and this bastard is so unreasonable, he pushed all the responsibility onto himself. After thinking for a while, he couldn't take it anymore, and his body suddenly collapsed. He picked it up. The scissors that were used to cut the candle wick quickly cut a piece of clothing. He stuffed the cloth into his ear and went back to his bed.

He looked at the angry look on his face and found it very interesting. "He clearly covered his ears to steal the bell, and now he can't hear me?" Ji Cheng said and sighed. "If you don't want to hear me, you can tell me to shut up. Why use your ears to vent your anger?" He reached out and pulled the cloth strip out. "I will stop messing around. Go to sleep."

Early in the morning, Second Winter came to invite Mistress to wake up. Once the door opened, Ji Cheng stood in front of the door and said, "Give me the water." He reached out and caught the basin and other things. He stretched out his leg and closed the door in front of him with a bang.

Countless eyes rolled in his heart. Fu Ting Zhi put down the mosquito net and put on his clothes. After he calmly enjoyed Ji Cheng's service, he opened the door and asked, "Why are you lying here?"

Erdong swallowed his saliva. "Why - why is he in the room?"

"Then it's time to ask you." Fu Ting threw down a sentence and went downstairs to eat breakfast without looking back.

Ji Cheng was obviously determined. He followed them downstairs and sat at the dining table. "I remember you like to eat porridge when you wake up in the morning." He picked up a bowl of porridge and handed it over. "The inn is too small and can't make good food. Eat some." The head of the Fu Ting Pavilion was the Mistress. Even outside, the people had different seats. This allowed Ji Cheng to take advantage of it.

When Zhu Hua and the soldiers on the other side saw this, they immediately became hostile and wanted to chase them away. However, Fu Ting Zhi shook his head and went back to his seat to continue eating. However, his eyes were staring at them.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Fu Ting placed the bowl on the table and said, "Since that's the case, let's talk about it." He took the handkerchief that Second Winter handed over and wiped his mouth.

"This is all you have to eat?" Ji Cheng saw that he hadn't even finished a bowl of porridge. "I see that you don't look good and you are also very thin. You must have not recovered from your old injuries."

"Brother Zhu." Fu Tingzhi ignored him and only turned around to call Zhu Hua who was eating. "I have something to discuss with the Grand Marshal. You accompany me." He paused for a moment. "Have everyone guard it well. Don't let anyone eavesdrop." After throwing the handkerchief away, Zhu Hua turned around and went upstairs. Zhu Hua quickly caught up with him with a steamed bun.

After entering the room, he instructed Second Winter, "Make a pot of tea." He stretched out his hand. "Grand Marshal, please take a seat."

Ji Cheng sat down with a stab on his head. "There's no need to be so polite between us. If you have anything to say, close the door and say it. I'll answer you."

"Then Grand Marshal, please let Emperor Zhou Wen go." Fu Ting did not stand on ceremony either. He said fiercely, "How about it?"

He only hesitated for a moment before saying, "Such a major matter still needs to be decided by Royal Father, Ting Zhizhi. Don't make things difficult for me. " Ji Cheng thought to himself, Even if that old brat, Emperor Zhou Wen, confer you the position of an official. You don't have to plead for him. A monarch has his own character. Does he want to be a coward after his country is destroyed?

"Hmph." Fu Ting snorted coldly. "With the Grand Marshal's means, I'm afraid that the King of Justice is going to die soon, right?" His body leaned forward a little, and his eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. "Is there anything wrong with this lowly one?"

"Zhizhi, you..." How did he know about what happened in the distant capital? Ji Cheng raised the teacup in his hand and stole a glance, using this to conceal the panic in his heart. Everything in the imperial capital had been arranged. If nothing unexpected happened, the father who knew that his two sons had been harmed by him would not be able to live much longer.

Ji Cheng did not want to kill his father, but he could not resist the temptation of the throne that was so easily obtainable. Once the crime of killing his brother was established, his fate would be miserable once he lost his power. Thus, after the Imperial Advisor's message revealed the fury of the King, he attacked at lightning speed.

"How's the situation in Zhongdu?" Fu Tingzhi calmly picked up his tea bowl and stroked the tea. "Is this the only thing I can find? " He looked at Second Winter with an impatient expression. This time, he was in a hurry to go out. Apart from changing his clothes, the rest of the items were not as well prepared as before." It's hard to drink. "

"It's already the best. Young Master, just use it." Second Winter hurriedly explained, "This is a small county town. If it wasn't for the way, this servant wouldn't even have heard of its name."

"If nothing unexpected happens, today, the jar city will be broken." Although Ji Cheng had left the battlefield, the barracks and towns he passed along the way had all returned to the Orthodox Academy, so he was well-informed.

"The Central Capital has been broken through?" Zhu Hua's face twitched a few times. "So fast..." The City Protection Legion Corps was too weak.

Fu Ting suddenly stood up. He looked up at the roof with narrowed eyes, then opened the window and said, "Is it Black kite or Black Eagle outside? Come in and have a cup of tea."

"Ahem." Ji Cheng suddenly felt awkward. He coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment. "Pigeon, show yourself." Ying and Yuan were busy cultivating their forces. They were not by Ji Cheng's side at the moment.

"Did you see that?" When the black pigeon flew in through the window, Fu Zhizhi said to Zhu Hua, "Brother Zhu, I didn't coax you." He walked back and sat down. "Please give the order, Grand Marshal. From today onwards, the army will surround and not attack. Wait. The Grand Marshal has personally arrived."

Ji Cheng's hand trembled slightly and quickly clenched into a fist. He then took it to the bottom of the table. "Tingzhi, what do you want to do? Just say it." Emperor Zhou was already a turtle in a jar. It would be a pity to let him go just like that. If he did not remove the roots from the roots, there would definitely be trouble in the future.