He looked at Xu Fu who was begging for mercy.
Ying Zheng's expression turned slightly better.
He twisted his neck.
She kicked him again.
"Aren't you good at alchemy?" I have a mission for you.
Use your own blood as a medicinal ingredient and see if you can refine some powerful medicinal pills!
If you can't, I will chop your head into meat paste!”
Xu Fu was so frightened that he shrank his neck.
Although zombies were said to be immortal and indestructible, in his current state.
If his head was chopped off, he would still die.
Moreover…
He was sure that Ying Zheng had the courage to do so!
"Yes, sir!"
"I will do my best to live up to Your Majesty's expectations!”
Xu Fu agreed without hesitation.
"Get lost!" Ying Zheng flicked his sleeve.
Xu Fu got up and staggered out of the Hall of Diligent Government.
They left the Imperial City.
They met Xing Hun and Great Si Ming again.
The two of them had mocking expressions on their faces.
There was a mocking look on his face.
"Heh, was beaten up by His Majesty?"
Xing Hun chuckled.
Xu Fu's lips twitched as he lowered his head awkwardly.
"I've embarrassed myself in front of Lord Xing Hun…"
Xing Hun coldly snorted.
"You're too smart for your own good!"
"Since you were whipped by His Majesty, you definitely won't be able to get the reward from Young Master.”
"Rest for the night and go back to Mulberry Sea City tomorrow.”
Xu Fu sighed softly.
"Yes, sir!"
After cupping his hands.
He revealed a curious expression again.
"Lord Xing Hun, young master…is Zombie God?”
Xing Hun glanced at him.
"It's fine as long as you know it in your heart. Young Master is low-key and doesn't like to spread it around.”
"Also, after leaving Xianyang, keep a low profile.”
Don't cause trouble for Young Master."
"Otherwise, you know the consequences!"
Xu Fu nodded repeatedly.
His expression was solemn.
……
……
In the bedroom.
Mu Han played mahjong.
Together with Ji Ruqian Long and Shao Si Ming, they had won all of Meng Yi's salary in ten years.
"Young Master…I really don't have any money left.”
"If I continue to lose, I can only steal my brother's things and sell them for money.”
"Young Master, please let me go."
“……”
Meng Yi's eyes turned green.
But if he left…
They were short of one.
"You want to leave? Alright, call another person to fight with me.”
"Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't let you go."
Mu Han was having fun.
You don't want to play just because you say so?
Another mess, and his salary was cut for half a year.
Meng Yi was about to cry.
Suddenly!
"Swoosh…"
Footsteps sounded.
The Moon Goddess's graceful figure appeared.
Meng Yi's eyes lit up as if he had seen his savior.
"Moon Goddess! Hurry up! Come and play mahjong with Young Master!"
Yueshen was stunned.
He looked at the mahjong tiles carved out of white jade on the stone table in confusion.
Then, he bowed to Mu Han.
"Young Master ~~~~"
His voice was still cold, but it carried a hint of nervousness.
Mu Han looked up at her.
"You're back?"
The Moon Goddess nodded.
Mu Han waved his hand." Stand aside and watch. Watch Ge Nia. Don't let him escape."”
Yueshen nodded silently.
He stood to the side.
He was nervous.
Meng Yi looked at her foolishly.
She sat down quietly again.
"Young Master…"
"I don't have money."
Mu Han casually took out a stack of IOU and threw it over.
"Pressing your fingerprint."
"You owe me."
Meng Yi was speechless.
Time passed.
Meng Yi had already lost so much that he might not be able to turn over a new leaf for the rest of his life.
With his salary.
The money he owed Mu Han and the two maids had to be paid in advance until thirty years later.
Meng Yi was very sad.
Until the First Emperor Ying Zheng arrived.
He finally roused his spirits.
"Woo ~~~"
"Your Majesty, you're finally here!"
Meng Yi stood up, rushed over and hugged Ying Zheng's leg.
He looked at the howling general.
Ying Zheng was dumbfounded.
"Ah?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Can you stop being such a sissy and learn more from your brother?”
"Meng Tian guarded the Great Wall for Us. No matter how much blood he bled or how much injuries he suffered, he never cried like this.”
"You've completely lost the face of your Meng tribe!”
Meng Yi instantly stopped talking.
He got up.
" Your Majesty," he said unhappily," I owe His Highness Mu Han more than 30 years of salary now. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in this lifetime."”
The corner of Ying Zheng's eyes twitched.
He glanced at the mahjong tiles on the stone table.
"Playing with things will destroy one's ambition!" he scolded.
Meng Yi was overjoyed." That's right. Your Majesty, you have to educate Young Master. Playing with these things all day is just wasting your energy."”
Bang!
Ying Zheng kicked his leg.
"How can Zhen's Han 'er lose his ambition in playing with things?”
"Besides, he's only six years old. What's wrong with playing?”
After saying that.
He was already rubbing his hands.
She walked towards Mu Han with a smile on her face.
"Han 'er, quickly tell Imperial Father, what fun thing did you make this time?”
Mu Han grinned.
He pulled the Ancestral Dragon and sat down.
She began to tell him how to play mahjong.
Very quickly.
The clattering sounds rang out again.
"Three!"
"Bang!"
"40,000!"
"Boom!"
“……”
Meng Yi was speechless.
The clown was actually me.
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