C17 The consequences of arrogance

In a flash, half a year had passed and the rich and powerful Monolith Opening Palm was practiced to its best. Although it could not turn the stone into ash just like Fu Cheng, it could still turn a big green person into ashes with a wave of his hand. Just like that, wealth and fortune had risen to the top with their eight tails. Every time he saw a small path, he would smack him to the ground and watch him roll around on the ground a few times. Then, like a rabbit, he would add his tail and run away. Now, if you ask, who has the strongest Royal Kitchen? Answer: Wealth. Who was the fiercest? A: Wealth? Who is the best? Answer: Wealth.

Wealth didn't just bully people. When he had something to do, he would use the royal family's food to win the hearts of people. He would make the chefs put more water into the soup for everyone to drink since he had already drunk to the point where he wanted to vomit whenever he saw soup.

As long as you don't offend him, he will treat you very well. If you offend him, then quickly leave the Royal Kitchen.

During this period, the Eighteenth Prince had not visited him once, as for whether or not Prime Minister Fu had visited him, he did not know.

On this day, Fugui had just finished tasting the eight simple ways to eat eggs he had created, the way to eat 34 kinds of homemade tofu, and the way to eat 22 kinds of chicken wings. After all, today, Fugui was just tasting one or two of them.

Minister Fu suddenly appeared beside Fugui who was lying on a cold chair. He said in a low voice, "Come to the room."

Wealth rolled his eyes. F * ck, if I go in, I'll go in. He patted the leaves off his body and entered the room. Prime Minister Fu sat down heavily on a chair, looked at Fugui and said, "Our relationship as master and disciple will end today."

Fu Gui was startled. He thought to himself, "This Old Eunuch is in heat, but at night, the cat has caught him and made him crazy." F * ck, that's the end of your story. You think this lord wants food? I don't want it! "

There was a trace of warmth on Fu Cheng's fat face. He squinted his eyes and said, "There's something more important for you to do now. It concerns your future, the fate of your country, the fate of your people … "

"Stop!"

Fugui shouted. He said, "Don't bother about it, it's useless. This uncle isn't worried at all."

"Alright, to put it simply, now that you are out of the sect, I will send you to the Princess Wenlin to wait for the right time, I will be prepared to get close to the current Son of Heaven and gain his trust. I will take this opportunity to sow discord between the Crown Prince and the Prince Wu, and let the Emperor know that other than the Crown Prince and the Prince Wu, there is still the Eighteenth Prince that he needs to take on a great responsibility!" Prime Minister Fu stopped here.

Fugui lazily said, "No more?" Seeing Prime Minister Fu nod his head, he waved his hand and said, "Great Master won't go!" Very straightforward.

Prime Minister Fu's face sank as he said seductively, "Don't tell me that you don't want to become a marquis and become an extremely powerful official? You want to bring glory to your ancestors and become a king for generations to come?"

Wealth and honor disdained saying, "Damn! It was too far away from me. Don't you want to eat and drink in this world? What's more, a eunuch like me wants to be conferred with a marquis and become an extremely important official. "Then what did I become?" Fugui righteously rejected Fu Cheng's suggestion.

"Eunuch? Do you want to be a eunuch? "Then I'll grant you your wish …" Before Fu Cheng could finish his sentence, he smacked his palm on his wealthy crotch. Rich yet cold, his lower body cold. He shouted, "Oh my god!" He jumped away and used all his strength to rub his hands together. However, he was immediately stunned. He was still there? The old fatty dares to play with me? Now that he thought about it, he was drenched in cold sweat. If he had been a little bit more strong, he would have spent his entire life doing so.

Fugui embarrassedly replied, "Hehe, you already know. Hehe, you can't blame me for that. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for suddenly striking lightning and killing those guys. I actually really want to be a eunuch …"

Prime Minister Fu's face turned cold, and Fugui immediately shut his mouth.

"Are you going?" "Minister Fu asked again." You are not afraid that a fake eunuch like me will sully the peerless beauty of Princess Wenlin, if you want to regret it, then you are done for, there is no medicine for regret in this world. " Wealth once again delayed him. Prime Minister Fu was pushing him to the edge of the fiery pit. Was fighting for the throne a joke? He could move his head at any time.

"Hmph." If xiaojie fancies you, that is your good fortune. Here you are, sign your name and seal it. " Prime Minister Fu laughed coldly as he mocked Fugui. Then, he handed a piece of yellow cloth to Fugui.

Fugui thought of Princess Wenlin's cold eyes, and easily played with himself and clapped his hands. He was secretly discouraged. You old fool, how dare you plot against me. He received it and took a look. A letter of loyalty! Looking at the contents, it really did require his loyalty and Eighteenth Prince's, and even made a gamble. If he went back on his words, he would die a horrible death. F * ck me! Wealthy, generous, and distant scolded him. He raised his head to see Prime Minister Fu looking at him with a dark expression. Her eyes were cold and sharp like a needle. It was as if he would kill himself if he regretted it.

"Fugui had no choice but to sign his name. He pressed his handprint on it, then threw it back at Fuxiang, lying on the brick bed as if his tendons had been pulled out." What I can impart to you has already been imparted to you, and the future achievements will be entirely within your own hands. It's a bit of a compensation to our family. However, once he had the time, it would be convenient for him to move around the palace in the future. "Remember, we will monitor you at home."

"Got it." Fugui seemed to have lost his soul as he stood there motionless. Prime Minister Fu sighed in his heart. Who would want to wade in such muddy waters? A person in the martial arts world would not be able to control himself. Go on, disappear into the house.

The rich traveled the world for a long time before he cheered himself on. Wasn't there a beautiful woman who appeared in front of him every day? Although she was a bit cold and she did not seem to like him, she was still a beauty after all. It was better than nothing. Wealth made him somewhat emboldened. He fell into a trance. Not long after, he woke up covered in cold sweat. Recalling the bloody disaster in his dream, his lower body felt cold and sticky. Did he run away? Wealth was even more suspicious. Who would dream of running around like this? In his heart, he was more disgusted by what he had to face.

Fugui had such a weird dream. His body was covered in perspiration, and he couldn't close his eyes anymore. Once he closed his eyes, he would immediately remember what he had to face, and every time he thought of what he had to face, he would feel a chill run down his spine. He thought of how Prime Minister Fu had forced him to write that deadly letter of allegiance. That would be akin to shackling him. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Thus, he decided to get up and go to the courtyard.

Looking up at the sky, the moon was like water, shining brightly on the earth, the cool breeze was gentle, the rich and powerful couldn't help but breathe out, their hearts were also relieved. There was always a road in front of them, the boat would naturally go straight to the end of the bridge, why would they have to tolerate disturbance, what was there to be afraid of?

Fugui looked up at the sky and gave a long whistle, startling a large amount of birds that were roosting about. He felt even more satisfied as he laughed in his heart, "I think that none of you will be able to use it, otherwise how can I force someone like me who I don't know to be unwilling to and yet disloyal to you? "Hehe, since that's the case, you all can bear it in the future."

It was still dawn, so Fu Cheng came over to arrange things, "Today, you may have to suffer a bit. Our family must expel you from our Royal Kitchen. "When the time comes, the free men will take you in."

Wealth and nobility curled their lips. Someone? Isn't it just a woman? Since things had gotten to this stage, what else was there to say? He could only roll his eyes. In any case, everything had already been arranged. He only needed to carry it out.

At this moment, the daily meal delivery began.

A little girl dressed in green came in from the outside, her face a little pale. Her childish face was filled with wariness, and when she saw a eunuch, she stopped to salute, before finally entering the Royal Kitchen. The moment he opened his mouth, the feeble voice, Wealthy and Noble, took a long time to understand. It turned out to be the little girl from the Cold Palace.

Fugui turned his head and asked, "Hey, First Slash, is there such a rule?"

The one who was called the First Blade was naturally the first blade in the Royal Kitchen. After hearing that, he hesitated and said: "So there's no such rule, but some of the unfavoured concubines don't know how to use it and can give away some silver coins. We can't go overboard and just give it to them, can we? "It's just that this little Palace Maid …" The meaning of the first slash was very clear. This little Palace Maid didn't have any money nor power, and if she was a good eunuch, then it would be difficult to bet on everyone's words. There were so many deacon eunuchs here, all of their power.

Fugui was a bit depressed. He turned around and looked at the weak little girl and sighed in his heart. Forget it, let's just take the risk, it's not a big deal anyway. He waved his hand and said, "I'll get some for her. This little girl is too pitiful. "

Naturally, he agreed to the first cut. What was there to be afraid of if he had the wealth to support him? Upon hearing that, the little miss kneeled down and said, "Thank you, Eunuch. Xiao Qing will remember this Eunuch's great kindness throughout her life.

"When Fugui heard this, he was stunned. It seems like he has quite the literary talent." If you were to wake up, it wouldn't be so serious. It's just a bowl of soup. " Although wealth was strange, it was not good to ask directly.

Unexpectedly, the little girl's pale face suddenly became full of heroic spirit, and she said clearly: "To eunuch, this is not worth mentioning, but when it comes to the big matter of a servant's life, a favor given for a meal should be repaid with his life!" His voice was clear and cold, without a doubt.

Fu Gui was also stern as he said in a low voice, "Alright. "I've remembered it at home."

The little girl's face immediately flushed red, but it was not because she was shy. Instead, it was because she was excited and happy that she finally met someone who did not put on an act, someone who was truly sincere to her. If he delayed it any longer, it would be an insult to her, an insult to her. Although her status was low, she had a noble and pure temperament. She was a spiritual woman. Wealth couldn't help but stare blankly at the back of the little Palace Maid as he gradually disappeared.

"Does Eunuch want to know where she came from?" The first cut of the soup was already ready. Seeing that the rich and rich were still in a daze, he looked at the back of the young man and muttered to himself.

"What kind of background?" The rich wanted to know what kind of person could cultivate such an outstanding maid. If the one who came was the servant of the Princess Wenlin, there was no need to guess. Yet, a spoiled concubine was still able to keep her maid in such a state. What kind of person was she? Wealth could not help but look forward to it?

"That's Empress Dowager Yu's maid. She was once a famous talent in the imperial harem." His Majesty had favoured him for a poem and bestowed him with the title of 'Consort'. However, in the end, he had framed the current Empress of Consort Hu for jealousy, claiming that she was a demoness of the devil sect. The Emperor was so angry that she threw him into the cold palace. From then on, there will be no more chance for us to make a comeback. " The voice of the first blade spoke faintly, as if it was speaking of an extremely ordinary matter. However, if one were to carefully look at it, they would discover that there was a cold light within it.

"Shut up!" Talking about the personal matters of the imperial family, what crime should we commit?! " Xiao Daozi finally found the opportunity to move to a rich family. He immediately jumped out and sneered at the rich family's first blade. Fugui and First Blade's expressions changed at the same time. They didn't think that this small path would use such a crime to frame themselves. Their chests rose and fell as they panted heavily. Their hands were tightly clasped together.

Wealth was something that had nothing to fear. He suddenly said, "Is that so? I was even teasing Palace Maid. Right, it's that maid from the cold palace, Leng Yue. What can you do? Bite me? " That arrogant look of his made Little Road explode with anger. He pointed at Fugui with a trembling finger and said, "If you have the guts, then wait for me at my house!" With that, he angrily flung his sleeves and left. He had obviously gone to complain to Fu Cheng.

Fugui laughed disdainfully, turned around and said, "Where did you say that just now? I remember now, saying that she framed the current Consort Hu? Then I have no interest in knowing. I just want to know what kind of poem it is, do you know that? "

The First Blade was originally a little afraid, but after seeing Fu Guike being so calm and relaxed, his pride was sparked. He laughed out loud and said, "Then this little one will remember that. I'll read it to you. " After he finished speaking, the first blade's expression suddenly changed to one of sadness, infatuation, and confusion. He said in a low voice.

Drunkenness is not the main worry, leave the intestines and all the knots to unravel for no reason;

Cymbidium to rest in the garden, willows something with the guest boat.

Divergence has been sad and indeterminate, thinking must learn the long flow of water;

It is hard to find a flower when it is in bloom, so come to Ken-wai Drunken Jade House.

As expected, the rich and rich nodded in praise. Although he did not understand the miserable and tearful poems of these women, his heart still throbbed as he listened to the clear and cold poems. He didn't want to say it because he felt that Chinese poetry was something that could only be understood, something that couldn't be passed on. If it was said, it would lose its beauty, its charm, and its spirit. Therefore, he could only cheer.

Although he was a chef, he had always loved poetry since he was young. Because his family was poor, he could not get into a private school, and he could not afford to hire a teacher, so he had no choice but to learn how to cook. However, he was still an intelligent and intelligent person. His culinary skills had also improved by leaps and bounds. He had finally been ordered by the emperor as the number one chef in the world. However, he could not forget his dream and continued to sing to himself in his free time. Therefore, once Yu Fei's poem was spread out, he was already well versed in it.

"But the real reason why she was sent to the palace was because of another poem. This has almost become a forbidden poem in the palace." First Blade's face was somewhat sad. He did not look at wealth, but rather, he was immersed in his own world.

Just as Fugui was about to mock him for being scared, he heard his deep voice:

Embarrassment to cover the sleeves, sad spring lazy up the makeup;

Easy to ask for priceless treasures, hard to have lovers.

Tears on the pillow, hidden between the flowers;

Since he could spy on Song Yu, why should he hate Wang Chang?

He naturally understood the meaning behind such a poem. In this society where there was absolute male power, for a woman to write such a poem, how much courage would be needed to go against the will of heaven, and what kind of harm would be required to cause the talented girl to give up on herself. Wealth didn't want to think about it. Some people didn't want him to think about it.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle …" The sound of footsteps could be heard, indicating the arrival of his calamity. Listen, sir, what do they do? Not only did he covet the personal affairs of the royal family, he even seduced the maids of the Cold Palace to learn from the customer. What's the use of keeping such a person who would ruin my Royal Kitchen? This servant truly could not tolerate such a servant continuing to harm him and requested that this eunuch expel him from the Royal Kitchen. Otherwise... Otherwise, this servant will have no face to continue to live. " With a "putong" sound, the small path son kneeled down at the feet of Fuxiang, his four limbs touching the ground, and his forehead drooping deeply.