Fu Mingsu hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fu Kun: "Father!"
Fu Kun wiped his mouth, his eyes wide open, surprised, but also contemptuous, she was indeed an ignorant woman, acting like a street troll, but she really fought well! He couldn't help but slap the table and shouted loudly: "Good!"
Fu Mingsu was puzzled, his eyes were filled with speculation: "Father thinks... this woman beat Cui Ma well?"
Fu Kun smiled leisurely: "It's a good fight. Only if we fight, will King Kang be on our side. Hahahaha... As expected, women do things without considering the consequences. Fatty Yao will have to bear it now." Fu Kun was already in a pleasant mood, and he only hoped that Lian Youyou, the newcomer from the Nine Gates, would make a bigger mess.
Fu Mingsui smiled: "After that, Lian Youyou brought out a prostitute, saying that she was a suspect. The prostitute's name was Wanqing. But whether it is true or not, I still have to ask my second brother."
Fu Kun nodded slightly: "Rui'er has always been reluctant to talk about his official duties at home, otherwise why would you arrange for someone to work around him..." Fu Kun also sighed, "You and Rui'er are in business and politics respectively, but you have become able to balance business and politics, while he is always alienated from me. I want to cultivate him to be the Minister of Justice, but he has no intention, hey..."
Fu Mingsu smiled leisurely, and this smile was three points similar to Fu Kun's: "Father, my second brother is still young and obsessed with solving cases. When he gets tired of solving cases, he will naturally listen to your arrangements."
Fu Kun's eyes were full of expectations. His three sons made him proud and relieved. The brothers had a good relationship and no conflicts of interest. They worked together for the family. Unlike other families, they were all naughty kids who cheated their parents and the family.
Especially Ma Yun, the son of Ma Guanqun, who was not a strict parent! Not only did he cheat his own father Ma Guanqun, but he also cheated him! It's really a pile of shit under your feet, you can't get rid of it no matter how hard you try! A good game was won by Fatty Yao and Yuchi Gongshan.
As long as his third son Fu Minghui returns from his studies in Nanshan and joins the military camp, their Fu family will have both civil and military talents, and will eventually have a force that can check and balance Yuchi Gongshan.
The old housekeeper hurried into the courtyard outside the window: "Master, the second young master is back and has returned to his own courtyard."
Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu and said, "Go ask him. He is only willing to talk to you."
Fu Mingsui accepted the order and said, "I'll take my leave now."
"Wait a minute." Fu Kun looked out the window, his eyes becoming sinister. "If it's really the Nine Gates that got there first, help your brother, but don't let him know."
Fu Mingsu lowered his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "The child knows."
In this matter, he must not let Jiumen win. Even if the current situation seems that Jiumen women are unreliable. But in this gambling game, Fu Kun will not be careless at all. Even if the opponent has only a 1% chance of winning, he will ruthlessly eliminate that 1%.
Fu Mingrui's courtyard is in the east wing. It is quiet and elegant, with complete rooms and halls. There is also a bathing pool that is hot in winter and cool in summer.
The maid poured clean water into the bath, sprinkled some flower petals, lit a plate of incense, put down clean clothes neatly, and left in a hurry. Because their second son Fu Mingrui didn't like to be served when he took a bath. Not to mention, they had already noticed that the second son was in a bad mood today.
When Fu Mingsu arrived at the yard, the maids were just coming out in a hurry.
When the maids saw that it was the eldest master, they all stopped and saluted: "Eldest Master."
"How does the Second Young Master feel?" Fu Mingsu asked the maid.
The maids shook their heads, bowed and left.
Fu Mingsui already had some understanding in his mind and pushed the door open.
"Get out!" A stern shout was heard, and the mood was indeed bad.
Fu Mingsu still entered the room: "Second brother, it's me."
Fu Mingrui was taking off his heavy uniform. When he saw Fu Mingsu, he knew what he was here for. Since it was about his father's official hat, he would send someone to inquire about the progress.
Fu Mingrui turned away from looking at his elder brother, raised his hand and began to untie his hair.
"Let me do it." Fu Mingsu stepped forward, pulled out the hairpin that fixed the bun, slowly let down Fu Mingrui's long hair, and gently arranged it: "Second brother, you are an adult, and you don't want to marry. You are depressed, and no one can help you. How about I call a maid to serve you, so that you can vent your anger and get rid of your irritability, so that you can concentrate on solving the case."
Fu Mingrui frowned in front of him, his long hair fell down, slightly covering his profile, making him look more handsome and gentle. He looked more like his mother, so his eyebrows and eyes were more beautiful. He walked forward without saying a word, untied his clothes, and took off his white inner clothes. His black hair fell down his back, covering his back.
He walked into the bathing pool, and the cool water instantly eliminated the heat from his body. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and rested his head on the edge of the pool: "Brother, I know what you are doing here."
Fu Mingsui squatted down, smiled faintly and said nothing. Just like when he was a child, he took a cloth, wet it, and slowly twisted it around Fu Mingrui's black hair, letting the water fall: "When we were three, we often took a bath together and rubbed each other's backs. Now I am in business, you are in the government, and my third brother is in the army. Even though you and I are in the capital, we rarely see each other now, let alone my third brother..."
Fu Mingrui raised his hand and poured water on his face. The water wet his eyelashes and flowed down his delicate face, moistening his red lips. He frowned slightly and pursed his red lips, knowing that Fu Mingsu started with brotherhood, and that there would definitely be more than just a few words behind it.
"But think about it, I am doing business because of my father's relationship. And you can become the leader of the Eight Gates at a young age, isn't it because of my father? If our father really took care of us in our old age, who in the capital would look at us three brothers of the Fu family? Second brother, you have solved so many cases, but you still don't know the ways of the world? As the saying goes, people leave and tea gets cold. Our father has fallen, and you and I have not established a solid foundation. At most, my business will be difficult, but you may never have a foothold in the Eight Gates." Fu Mingsu knows his brother. He is estranged from his father and doesn't want to participate in those conspiracies. But he will definitely be reluctant to let him leave the Eight Gates.
Fu Mingrui is not stupid, and he knows that the power in the capital is complicated. In this capital, even if you have ability, but you don't have a certain force to support you, it will be difficult for you to get ahead. The masters of these eight gates can be said to be the guards in front of the emperor, and countless people covet them.
The annoyance in my heart eventually turned into a helpless sigh: "I lost the initiative, I lost the suspect."
When he sighed, Fu Mingsu was surprised. His brother had never been so discouraged and defeated before. He could not help but sit by the pool and look at Fu Mingrui's defeated face: "How could it be? That Wanqing is really the suspect? This is unlikely. She is just a prostitute, how could she have the ability to make Ma Yun disappear?"
Fu Mingrui lowered his head and frowned again: "This case is unusual. The murderer used a Southern Xinjiang Psionic Butterfly that I have never seen before."
"Southern Xinjiang Spirit Butterfly?" Fu Mingsu was also confused, "What is that?" How come he had never heard of this kind of butterfly? (To be continued)