Yao Guang waved his hand and gave Fu Kun an ambiguous smile: "Next time you have something to do, come to me~~ I'll give you a discount~~"
Fu Kun's face immediately darkened, and he felt a little choked up when he thought of the private money.
He looked at Fu Mingsu carefully: "What's going on with this cup?"
Fu Mingsui frowned and looked around: "I will get in the carriage and tell my father about this in detail." Fu Mingsui invited Fu Kun to get in the carriage.
A moment later, Fu Kun exclaimed from the Fu family's carriage: "Thirty thousand taels!"
Fu Kun's eyes widened and shone. He didn't expect that fat guy was even darker than him! He, Fu Kun, was really ashamed of himself!
Fu Mingsu looked at the luminous cup in his hand for a moment, then looked at Fu Kun: "Father, is it possible that the rumors about the Nine Gates are true?"
Fu Kun frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure appeared on his solemn face: "How could my son believe those rumors? I think Jiumen is just a secret agency set up by the emperor to gather intelligence for him. There are no demons or monsters in this world, hum." Fu Kun raised his eyes and looked at Fu Mingsu, "Don't look for Jiumen anymore. I think you have been a little weird lately."
Fu Kun was unhappy because he wondered why his calm and steady eldest son suddenly became superstitious. Secondly, the matter of the luminous cup was indeed handled improperly, which not only allowed the Nine Sects to take advantage, but also resolved the hatred between King Kang and the Nine Sects.
If it was Fu Kun, he would not have accepted the luminous cup, and would have bought a better one for King Kang someday. Not to mention that Fu Mingsu had personally witnessed that the person who stole the luminous cup was a person, not a monster.
Although he was blamed by his father, Fu Mingsu was not worried that his position in Fu Kun's heart would decline. This was the advantage of the three sons having their own strengths, and there would be no conflict of interest between the three brothers. And Fu Kun was not an unreasonable person. Fu Mingsu was in charge of all the big and small things in the family, and as a person who did more, it was natural that he was more likely to make mistakes.
In Fu Kun's heart, Fu Mingsu was still a son he could trust and be proud of. This matter was within his tolerance range, and he also knew that Fu Mingsu's original intention was to make things difficult for Jiumen. But after several attempts, they had a better understanding of Jiumen's strength, and they would not rashly become enemies with them next time. Thinking of Yao Guang's smug fat face, Fu Kun still felt unwilling.
But Fu Mingsu actually only told Fu Kun part of the story, not the whole story. For example, he skipped the part about Duanmu Lang's amnesia, because he felt that if he told Fu Kun without solid evidence, Fu Kun would not believe him and would think he was talking nonsense. Therefore, he had to produce evidence that the Nine Gates were indeed unusual.
After the luminous cup was sent back to the palace of King Kang, King Kang was overjoyed. The luminous cup incident not only did not gain anything for the overall interests of the Fu family, but also lost something. The loss was that King Kang and the Nine Sects became friends, and the Nine Sects lost an enemy and gained a friend.
But for Ming Su himself, he felt that he had gained something. This made him understand Lian Youyou better, and he also understood his brother's undeniable obsession with Lian Youyou.
If he hadn't been calm enough and knew that his brother liked her, he might have been fascinated by Lian Youyou. This woman, just like the ancient scrolls in his library that fascinated him, recorded mysterious and distant stories that made him yearn for her.
But it was precisely because of this woman's mystery that he felt wary of her. This woman was not to be trifled with.
He hurried back to his own Yazangxuan. When he entered the door, the little boy hurriedly greeted him: "Master, the people are here."
Fu Mingsui nodded, looked outside the door, and said softly, "No visitors today."
"Yes." The little boy stood respectfully. If someone came to look for Fu Mingsuo later, he would send them away on the grounds that the eldest master was not there.
Fu Mingsui strode into the inner courtyard, walked across the small bridge and stone path. The road ahead became more and more secluded, with bamboo forests forming walls on both sides. The bamboos swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds.
Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a small house. Fu Mingsu opened the broken door of the house and found miscellaneous items inside. He pushed open a large box among the miscellaneous items and found a secret door underneath. He opened it and a passage appeared underneath.
He lifted his robe and walked down the secret passage. The old floor made a creaking sound, and the air around him was filled with a damp, cold, and moldy smell.
An orange light appeared at the end of the stairs, and there was a stone chamber underneath.
Fu Mingsuo lifted up his robe and came down. He raised his head with gloomy eyes as he stared at the opposite side. A figure handcuffed to an iron chair appeared in his dark eyes.
"Master!" Four black-clad spies from the Fu family stood on both sides. They were wearing black hooded cloaks, with a mask directly below the brim, covering the lower half of their faces, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
There was a man handcuffed to an iron chair among them. It was the famous thief Hua Wuyang.
A spy took out a cage and placed it on the ground in front of Fu Mingsui. Inside the cage were frightened crows and trembling fat guinea pigs.
There were complete criminal detention facilities on both sides, and a hot iron was being used in a living room on one side. The iron had already turned red, and when it was applied to a person's body, smoke would immediately appear, and the air would be filled with the smell of burnt human skin.
A spy moved a chair and placed it on the ground where Hua Wuyang was standing.
Fu Mingsui picked up his robe and sat down, gently brushing the hem of his robe, and raised his face, still with a businessman's smile on the corner of his lips, appearing gentle, humble and polite.
"Hua Wuyang, I know you are a man of the world and a skilled thief, so everyone can speak more frankly and avoid trouble." Fu Mingsui looked at Hua Wuyang with a smile.
Hua Wuyang's stubbled face was filled with the fearless smile of a man in the martial arts world. "I'm really lucky today. I was invited to drink tea by Master Fu. If you ask about the luminous cup, I think Master Fu should already know. I heard that Master Fu has already sent the cup back to Prince Kang's mansion. I won't steal it next time."
Fu Mingsu smiled and said, "You are indeed straightforward. I, Fu Mingsu, like to make friends with straightforward people. I have found the cup. What I want to ask is, where did you take Lian Youyou last night?"
Hua Wuyang laughed and raised his eyebrows in an ambiguous way: "Mr. Fu is interested in Miss Lian? You say... where can we go as a single man and a single woman?" Hua Wuyang showed an indecent smile.
Fu Mingsui smiled, but suddenly his eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and slapped Hua Wuyang on the face. The force was so strong that Hua Wuyang's face became swollen in an instant, and blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Hua Wuyang was immediately furious after being hit. He turned around and sneered at Fu Mingsu: "I didn't expect that Master Fu likes to hit people."
Fu Mingsu took his hand back, sat upright again, raised his lips and smiled, but his eyes were cold and indifferent: "There are many things I like to do. Today's matter should be simple and clear, but if you want to be responsible, I can accompany you. I just want to know where you took Lian Youyou, what you did, and what you saw. If you don't tell me, I will roast your crow and feed your mouse... to my cat." When the gloomy voice came out, Fu Mingsu's black eyes were already filled with bloodthirsty cold light. (To be continued)