Chapter 91

In a flash, more than half a month has passed. Fushun has been in a good mood recently. He hummed a little song in his mouth early in the morning.

"Master, apprentice, I've seen you in a good mood these days."

An Cheng is a 17-year-old eunuch, waiting at the back of Jingtai hall. He has a beautiful face and a smile on his face. He is very popular. Of course, this is only for his highness or his master. When facing others, an Cheng is very proud.

Fushun smiled and kicked him, "your boy will laugh at the master."

An Cheng stumbled when he was kicked, and then turned over to Fushun with a smile on his face.

"Apprentice, you're happy to see Master. You're all humming a tune." an Cheng pretended to be wronged and made Fu Shun laugh even more.

Fu Shun glanced sideways at an and said, "Why are we happy? Don't you know? Your highness?"

"Your Highness is having breakfast in the front hall." an Cheng smiled and whispered close to Fushun, "Your Highness, there has been no movement. It's a good thing."

When it comes to this, Fushun's mouth can't stop rising.

"How are those little palace men? You can have someone keep an eye on me when we are away."

"Don't worry, master. I'll be watched."

"These little palace people are not old. They often let Xiao Xiazi teach them by insinuation."

"Don't worry about it, master." an Cheng knew what Fushun liked to listen to, picked up what he liked and said, "it must be done this time. How long can you stay in the past? It's more than half a month this time, which means it must suit your highness. Master has a good eye and can really pick people."

Fushun smiled, touched his smooth chin and said, "it's best so that we don't break our heart!"

An Cheng didn't answer this sentence. Although he doesn't feel comfortable talking to his master on weekdays. But he still understood what he could say and what he couldn't say. He couldn't take it.

As Fushun's apprentice, the whole King's residence gave him a high look.

But an Cheng knew that he was a dispensable slave in King Jing's heart, which was different from his master Fushun. His master was brought up by his highness king Jingwang. Otherwise, the slaves of any family would dare to arrange women for the master.

Of course, your highness, whether you accept or not, there is only Fushun who can have the courage or let King Jing give some face.

King Jing's indifferent temperament is understood by the whole family, but who dares to put forward any opinions during this period? Don't you see that Princess Jing, as the imperial concubine of his highness King Jing, keeps an empty room all day, and dare not say a word.

In the end, the royal family is different from others. The majesty of the royal family is inviolable. What the master wants is the master's business. If a slave says one more word, it is death.

At that time, there is no need for others to speak. His master Fushun can't spare him.

"We've gone to the front hall. If we can succeed this time, it's your boy's benefit." after that, Fushun Shi ran left.

With a smiling face, he kept seeing Fu Shun off. An Chengcai straightened up.

The little plum who had been standing aside as an invisible man approached and said, "brother an, don't you have to tell Grandpa Fu about those little palace people?"

Fushun arranged for people in the temple. Everyone who has served in it for a long time knows it. On the surface, Xiaohua, they see that in the hall, except xiaoxiazi and xiaoqinzi are willing to take care of them, the other eunuchs are solemn. In fact, I don't know how many people stare at them secretly. Everyone knows the secret intelligence of several small palace people.