Quick Wear: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Loses Her Memory

Chapter 809 I Won’t Save You This Time (52)

While he was hesitating, another eunuch also ran into Fu Shun's room in a panic, and said breathlessly: "Master Fu, the emperor summoned you, come with me!"

Fushun did not move immediately, but took a look at the clothes of the visitor.

Although there was no strong smell of blood on this person, the light-colored cuffs on his wrists had a hint of dark red.

"Whose blood is it?" Fushun asked directly without any hesitation.

The man had not expected that when he came here specially, he changed into an outer robe, but he was still seen. So he simply did not hide it: "It belongs to Concubine Yan. I just helped Your Majesty cut the meat."

It's easy to say, but this job is not easy.

The other party's calmness made Fu Shun look at him with new eyes. After all, his apprentice Chang Lu didn't have such courage.

"Is the meat slices finished?" Fushun was no longer as panicked as he was when he first heard the news.

After calming down, he began to think about when would be the best time for him to go.

The eunuch thought for a moment and said, "The leg bone has been removed."

"Let's go!" Before leaving, Fu Shun took out a small porcelain bottle from his desk drawer and said to the two people beside him, "No matter what you see or hear, I won't let you speak. Don't make a sound."

Chang Lu and the eunuch looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes!"

Then the three of them went to Qiwu Palace where Liang Song was currently.

Even before stepping in, just standing at the door, he could smell the strong smell of blood in the air. Fushun was actually very confused - such a strong smell did not seem like just one person died.

Sure enough, after he walked into the inner hall of Qiwu Palace, he discovered the clue.

Purgatory on earth is nothing more than this.

Concubine Yan was not the only injured person, nor was she the first victim.

In addition to Concubine Yan, there were several members of the Liu family hanging on the beam.

It seems that those who survived and were exiled did not leave the capital at all, but were exchanged here.

Stepping on the sticky blood, Fushun felt cold all over, but he still stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I wonder what you want to tell me!"

"Fushun, A'Luo likes to listen to the pipa the most." Liang Song held a thigh bone in his hand and said to Fushun with a smile, "It is said that musical instruments made of human bones are spiritual. Which bone can you think is the most suitable for making a pipa? I think all of them are good, but I also think none of them are good. Please help me choose!"

"Your Majesty, it's late at night and you're tired. How about we decide tomorrow?" Fushun asked tentatively, "Besides, this musical instrument can't be made in one day."

"That won't work. The day after tomorrow is A-Luo's birthday." Liang Song shook his head in resistance. "She supported us all these years. I want her to have a happy birthday now."

As he spoke, Liang Song approached Fushun, but he immediately took a few steps back in disgust, "That's not right! Fushun, why have you become so old? You look so haggard!"

In fact, Fu Shun just listened to what the other party said and found that the emperor in front of him either had memory problems or was not conscious. Simply put, he thought he was dreaming.

"But it doesn't matter. You're not going to get married anyway, so it doesn't matter if you get older." After saying this, without waiting for Fu Shun to reply, he started laughing.

Fu Shun's expression did not change, but he took a step forward calmly, and then, while Liang Song was not paying attention, he threw two pills that he had prepared long ago into the other's mouth.

"Hmm!" The pill melted in his mouth. Liang Song didn't have time to spit it out before his "saliva" with a slight taste of medicine went down his throat. "This is outrageous. What did you give me to eat?"

Fu Shun bowed his hands and saluted, then explained respectfully: "Your Majesty has been too tired recently, busy with the former court and favoring the harem. The food I give you will not be harmful to your health. It can only allow Your Majesty to have a good rest."

"You!" Liang Song pointed at Fu Shun and was about to scold him, but his steps went weak and he fell down soon after.

Chang Lu and the eunuch supported Liang Song on both sides, and said in embarrassment: "Master, what should we do now! The emperor will wake up tomorrow, I'm afraid..."

Fu Shun completely ignored him and began to look for Xiao Simei in the inner hall of Qiwu Palace. After all, this person was now his important "tool".

After walking around for a while and still not finding anyone, Fushun was about to speak when he smelled a foul odor of feces and urine and went over to find that smell.

He soon discovered a small closed door.

It is the same color as the wall, has no handles, and is an "invisible door" hidden in the wall.

If it weren't for the yellow liquid "seeping" from the "crack in the door", he probably wouldn't have been able to find this place.

"Is Wan Zhaorong in there? If so, just knock on the door inside." Fu Shun shouted inside.

Sure enough, soon there was a "bang bang bang" sound of knocking on the door.

"Chang Lu, you guys send His Majesty back to the Purple Palace first. I'll come over after I bring the empress out." After Fu Shun gave the two men an order, he began to concentrate on finding an opportunity to open the door.

And Chang Lu really went with the other party, supporting Liang Song and walking away.

After everyone left, Fushun walked to the door, found a strap that looked like it was used to tie window screens, and pulled it four times, three short and one long.

The door finally opened, and Xiao Simei, whose makeup was smudged with tears and who was incontinent, immediately appeared in front of Fushun.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and the other end of the rope was tied to a hook in the secret room to prevent her from running around.

Of course, there was something stuffed in his mouth, so he couldn't speak. He could only shed tears silently, still observing the situation outside through the air vent specially left on the small door.

So Xiao Simei watched the whole process.

"My Lord, my Lord, I don't want wealth and glory anymore, I want to leave the palace." Xiao Simei, who could speak, immediately began to beg Fushun, "I know that His Majesty likes my eldest sister, but I am not the one who looks most like the eldest sister, you can go find my second sister!

Not only do they look alike, but they are also about the same age. My second sister is more suitable than me."

Fu Shun looked at the person in front of him who was clumsily performing the trick of "diverting trouble to others", shook his head, and said earnestly: "It's too late. If you hadn't followed me into the palace before, it would have been easier.

His Majesty has now become accustomed to letting you serve as Concubine Xiao's substitute, which is something many people wish for but cannot!

You see, these few days, you have enjoyed the special treatment of being the favorite of the imperial concubine, but of course you also have to shoulder the task of spreading your family.”

"But he's a lunatic!" Xiao Simei felt like she was about to collapse, "He's a lunatic!"

At this moment, Xiao Simei, who was shouting, seemed to be afraid of nothing. She would die anyway if she couldn't leave the palace.

As if he understood what the other person was thinking, Fuchuan smiled: "Death is different from death! Being cut into pieces, being beheaded and thrown into the streets, or dying of old age, how can these be the same!"