The man nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Fu Sheng and said, "Master Fu really doesn't have any feelings for my general?"
Xu Yi looked down at Fu Sheng and smiled dryly: "After all, they grew up together, how could it not be."
Fu Sheng, who hadn't spoken all this time, stopped suddenly. He put down his chopsticks, looked up at the young master in black military robe, and said in a cold and firm tone, "No, not at all."
"Young master." Xu Yi's face was very ugly, he turned his head suddenly, "Don't listen to his nonsense, we all grew up together, how could it be possible that we have no feelings at all, my son is like this, in fact, he has feelings , It’s true, when the general went to war before, my family’s name kept asking people to look for him.”
"Xu Yi." Fu Sheng's voice was cold, he looked at the man in the martial robe, and said word by word, "You talk too much."
This little prince wearing a martial robe is named Qing Wu, he is the young master of the Jiang family. Back then, he secretly went to join the army and met Xie Yu. He hit it off with him, fought side by side until he won a complete victory, and returned to Beijing triumphantly.
Jiang Qingwu looked at Fu Sheng with a half-smile, "I hope Mr. Fu's words are true."
Fu Sheng: "Of course it's true."
Jiang Qingwu laughed again: "This is the best, otherwise Mr. Fu will suffer in the future."
Xu Yi and Fu Sheng were a little dazed when he said these words inexplicably and without beginning or end.
Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, he is a dying person, what future will he have
He didn't take Jiang Qingwu's words to heart at all.
Jiang Qingwu obviously didn't want to say anything, he smiled slightly and said, "Then Mr. Fu, take it slowly. After eating, someone outside will take you to take a medicinal bath. Mr. Fu must cooperate well."
Fu Sheng watched him leave.
This man has malice towards him, and not even a little bit.
His malice is different from Xie Yu's guards.
The guards looked at him with complicated and disgusted eyes, but this man's eyes were full of killing intent.
If he wasn't restraining, he might have moved his hands countless times since entering the door.
Jiang Qingwu left the dungeon of the General's Mansion with a cold face.
"Little General Jiang." The guard in front of the dungeon whispered.
Jiang Qingwu glanced at him, sneered and said, "What are you doing?"
The guard's scalp was numb: "The general is awake, looking for you."
Jiang Qingwu suddenly turned to look at him, "Tell him I'm here?"
Guard: "No, I said you were wandering in the garden."
Jiang Qingwu heaved a sigh of relief, the coldness on his body faded away, and his smile was as warm as spring flowers blooming, "I'll go and see him."
After a while, Jiang Qingwu appeared in Xie Yu's room.
He waved his hand, "You all go down."
The others bowed their heads and retreated.
Xie Yu leaned against the bed and looked up at him, "Where have you been?"
Jiang Qingwu smiled and sat down next to his bed, "Go around the garden, how do you feel, does it still hurt? That old guy was too ruthless, didn't he just push his son a few times, what? "
Xie Yu fixedly looked at him, and said in a calm voice, "Really, what kind of flowers are planted in my garden?"
Jiang Qingwu lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered, and said calmly, "Winter jasmine."
He heard about it a few days ago, he had someone cut down all the other flowers and trees in the yard, and planted all of them with the winter jasmine that the man liked.