On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 101 The Origin of the Golden Boy

Seeing that Feng Wuming's face was ashen, Ye Zhiyu quickly made amends.

"Of course, we all know that this is just the prince's trick. Of course, the prince, you are in good health and have a long life..."

"That's enough." Feng Wuming shouted.

Ye Zhiyu stopped talking.Ye Jiu and Mi Guo had already hid aside, not wanting to suffer this unreasonable disaster.

With no other choice, Ye Zhiyu could only bite the bullet and continue, "However, since Mr. Fu is currently under suspicion, there is no reason to let it go in vain. But when it comes to court officials, the prince might as well be gentler in his methods?"

Feng Wuming frowned, "What do you think I'm going to do?
What other method could I use... dragging you into that dungeon and interrogating me severely?

When Ye Zhiyu thought of Feng Wuming's extremely angry appearance just now, he felt more and more that if Fu Jingtong was directly handed over to Feng Wuming for personal trial, he was afraid that his life would be handed over to the palace.

Clearing his throat, Ye Zhiyu took a step forward and volunteered: "I happen to have some friendship with Mr. Fu, why don't you let me explore the way first? Then if there is really something fishy about Mr. Fu, it will be up to the prince to punish him. Not too late."

Feng Wuming looked at Ye Zhiyu carefully and sneered, "The miracle doctor is very nervous when dealing with adults."

Doesn't Feng Wuming think that he is collaborating with people with the same surname to murder him?Sensing that there was something wrong with Feng Wuming's words, Ye Zhiyu's heart rang with alarm bells.

Before she could express her loyalty, Feng Wuming waved his hand tiredly, "Since the miracle doctor has volunteered, there is nothing I can do to stop him."

"It's just that if the miracle doctor can't give a reasonable explanation, then don't blame me for settling the score with you."

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"So do you understand your situation?" Ye Zhiyu squatted in front of Fu Jingtong with a serious look on his face.

"The matter of borrowing luck has been discovered. You are so weak that you are no match for the many guards guarding you outside."

Ye Zhiyu stretched out his hand to poke the bruise on Fu Jingtong's forehead when he fainted, "How about it? Be honest with me, and I can still put in a good word for you in front of the prince for the sake of past kindness."

Fu Jingtong lowered his eyes and thought deeply. Ye Zhiyu couldn't hold back his anger and was about to urge him, when he listened to his serious question.

"What if the Heavenly Master pretends to be my hostage and I use your life to force the prince to let me out of the house?"

Ye Zhiyu: "Haha, you are sincerely seeking death, right? I won't accompany you when we see you again."

With a chuckle, Fu Jingtong could not see the slightest bit of embarrassment about becoming a prisoner, "Isn't the Heavenly Master always willing to help others?"

"You still have the intention to joke with me at this time?" Ye Zhiyu was so angry that he almost collapsed.

Fu Jingtong paused and said, "Master Tian, ​​do you know why I have been staying at home for so long?"

Here comes the point!Ye Zhiyu's eyes lit up, "To be honest, I went to the Imperial Preceptor's office to find out something, but the Imperial Preceptor said it was Master Fu's private matter and did not tell me the details."

"It turns out that the Heavenly Master and the Imperial Master also have quite a friendship." Fu Jingtong's slightly probing eyes met Ye Zhiyu's.

However, her eyes were filled with excitement of "Hey, I have a story to tell", which was exactly the same as Xiao Feng Tuan's.The bitterness in his heart was diluted by Ye Zhiyu's reaction, and Fu Jingtong's pupils dimmed slightly, "Since I was promoted by the Imperial Master and jumped to the position of Minister of Dali Temple, there are countless people who have targeted me overtly or covertly."

"At that time, I just wanted to convince others, so I went my own way and opened several unsolved cases. But the reason why unsolved cases are unsolved is sometimes not necessarily because of how cunning the murderer is, but how many people don't want the truth to come out."

"But at that time, I was too eager to prove myself. Even though there was no one following me in Dali Temple, I still insisted on wading into danger. In the end... even though the young master from a powerful family was arrested and convicted, my companion died while blocking the knife for me. .”

Fu Jingtong's voice was soft and trembling, "The butler in my house, whom you have also met, is the father who accompanied me in reading. Every time I see him, I always think of him who was killed because of my anger."

Ye Zhiyu was silent. No wonder he felt that the old housekeeper's care for Jingtong when he arrived at Fu's house was not just a matter of master-servant affection. It must have been because he saw Fu Jingtong who grew up with his dead son, so he could not help but feel empathy. .

Fu Jingtong fell into memories, and his voice was a little ethereal, "Later, by chance, I learned about the golden boy's method, so I offered it as an offering and enshrined it in the stone lion next to the gate of the mansion."

"Wait a minute!" Ye Zhiyu quickly interrupted, "What's the opportunity? Who taught you this kind of magic? Please explain it clearly."

"I don't know," Fu Jingtong's dark pupils were full of pain at this time, "It was the anniversary of my companion's death. I didn't want to make the housekeeper sad by drinking in the house, so I randomly found a wine shop. When I woke up the next day, The method of raising a golden boy has been written down and left on my bedside."

Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but be surprised, "How dare you use a method without knowing its origin? Master Fu, don't just make up such lies to deceive me!"

"Whether you believe it or not, can't we know the truth just by getting together with my housekeeper?" Fu Jingtong continued quietly.

"The golden boy is getting more and more bad luck. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stayed behind closed doors for the long vacation, but you just happened to mess it up."

Ye Zhiyu naturally did not take the blame, "Master Fu, you only said that you were trapped by obsession for a while, so you raised the golden boy. Have you seen the results?"

Fu Jing paused and said, "Not yet... because I am not lucky enough to allow that golden boy to open his spiritual consciousness."

"So you found Feng Wuming?" Ye Zhiyu asked quickly.

"Yes...because the prince has royal blood and his own luck is extraordinary. If he had not been seriously ill, I would not have succeeded so easily." Fu Jingtong saw that Ye Zhiyu had already understood the cause and effect, so he also explained it. .

"The stone lion has been destroyed by me, why do you still need to borrow luck?" Ye Zhiyu snorted, "There is also this method of borrowing luck. If Master Fu had no one to point out, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought of this method at all, right?"

Fu Jingtong sighed deeply, "The Heavenly Master also pressed the questions too hard."

Ye Zhiyu sneered, "When you first served the golden boy, you could explain it as a moment of confusion, but you continue to be obsessed with it. Why do you still think I have a good face?"

"Do you know that this golden boy's method consumes not only your fortune in this life, but also the path to the next life of the soul you support?"

"What did you say!" Fu Jingtong was horrified.

Ye Zhiyu didn't show off and faced Fu Jingtong who couldn't believe it.

"Since the golden boy has imprisoned the soul of the deceased in it, the underworld will naturally not accept such ghosts who have enjoyed the fate of living people. If you can't go to Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup, you will be consumed alive by the golden boy until you die. He Without the support, I can only wander between heaven and earth, and I will not be able to enter the six realms of reincarnation until my soul is gone!"

When Fu Jingtong heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, and tears of blood rolled down his face.

(End of this chapter)