Fu Mingsu hastily pulled out the handkerchief and handed it to Fu Kun: "Father!"

Fu Kun wiped his mouth, his eyes widened, surprised, but also contemptuous, as expected, they are ignorant women and children, acting like street shrews, but they really fought well! Can't help shouting loudly: "Okay!"

Fu Mingsu was puzzled, his eyes revealed speculation: "Father thinks... this woman beat Cui's mother well?"

Fu Kunyou smiled: "It's a good fight. Only if you fight, Kang Wang will be on our side. Hahaha... Sure enough, women do things regardless of the consequences. Fatty Yao will not be able to hold back now." She is amiable, and I only hope that the newcomer of the Nine Schools, Lian Youyou, will make a bigger mess.

Fu Mingsu smiled: "Afterwards, Lian Youyou brought out a young man who was said to be a suspect. The clear man's name was Wanqing. But whether it is true or not, you have to ask your second brother."

Fu Kun nodded slightly: "Rui'er has always been reluctant to talk about his official affairs at home, otherwise why would you arrange someone to be by his side..." Fu Kun also sighed, "You and Rui'er are engaged in business and the other in politics. On the contrary, he has become both commercial and political, while his side has always been alienated from me. I intend to cultivate him as Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, but he has no intention, hey..."

Fu Mingsu smiled leisurely, and this smile was three points similar to Fu Kun's: "Father, the second brother is still young and obsessed with solving cases. When he gets tired of solving cases, he will naturally listen to Dad's arrangements."

Fu Kun's eyes were also full of anticipation. His three sons made him proud and at ease, and the relationship between the brothers was very good, there was no conflict of interest, and they worked together for the family. Unlike other families, they are all prodigal sons who cheated their parents and cheated their families.

Especially that Ma Yun, the son of Ma Guanqun, is not strict in teaching his son! Not only did Ma Guanqun trick his own father, but he actually tricked him here! What a pile of **** underfoot, no matter how hard you shake it, you can't get rid of it! Fatty Yao and Yuchi Gongshan had the upper hand in a good round.

As soon as his third son Fu Minghui returned from studying art in Nanshan and entered the military camp, their Fu family would be well-equipped with civil and military skills, and finally there would be a force that could check and balance Yuchi Gongshan.

The old butler hurried into the courtyard outside the window: "Master, the second son is back, and he has already returned to his own courtyard."

Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu: "Go and ask, he only wants to talk to you."

Fu Mingsu took the order: "Baby, leave."

"Wait a minute." Fu Kun looked out of the window, his gaze turned dark, "If it's true that the Nine Gates is taking the lead, you can help your brother, but don't let him know."

Fu Mingsu lowered his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "My child knows."

In this matter, Jiumen must not be allowed to win. Even though the current situation seems to be unreliable for women from the Nine Schools. But in this gamble, he, Fu Kun, can't afford to be careless. Even if the other party only has a 1% winning rate, he will severely kill that 1%.

Fu Mingrui's other courtyard is in the East Wing. The courtyard is quiet and elegant, with complete halls and rooms. There is also a bath that is hot in winter and cool in summer.

The servant girl poured clean water into the bath, sprinkled some flower petals, lit a plate of incense, put down the clean clothes neatly, and left in a hurry. Because the second son of their family, Fu Mingrui, takes a bath and doesn't like being waited upon. Not to mention, they already noticed that the second young master was in a very bad mood today.

When Fu Ming went back to the courtyard, the maids were rushing out.

Seeing that it was the eldest son, the maids all stopped and saluted: "Eldest son."

"How does Second Young Master feel?" Fu Mingsu asked the servant girl.

The maids shook their heads one after another, saluted and left.

Fu Mingsu had a little understanding in his mind, and opened the door to enter.

"Get out!" There was a stern shout, and he was really in a bad mood.

Fu Mingsu still entered the room: "Second brother, it's me."

Fu Mingrui was taking off his heavy university uniform. Seeing Fu Mingsu, he knew his purpose in his heart. It was related to his father's official hat, he would send someone to inquire about the progress.

Fu Mingrui turned around without looking at her eldest brother, raised her hand and began to undo her bun.

"Let me come." Fu Ming stepped forward, pulled out the hairpin that fixed the bun, slowly let down Fu Mingrui's long hair, and gently tidied it up: "Second brother, you are an adult and don't marry a wife. You are in a depressed mood, and there is no one to relieve you. How about I call a maid to wait on you, so that you can vent your anger, get rid of your irritability, and let you settle the case calmly."

Fu Mingrui frowned at the front, and his long hair fell down, slightly covering his profile, making him more handsome and feminine. He is more like his mother, so his eyebrows and eyes are more beautiful. He walked forward without saying a word, tore off the knots of his clothes, and his white inner alchemy fell off, and his black hair hung down his back, covering his back with spring light.

He walked into the bath, and the cool water instantly dispelled the heat from his body. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and leaned his face up to pillow by the pool: "Brother, I know what you are here for."

Fu Mingsu squatted down, smiled lightly and said nothing, just like when he was a child, took a cloth towel, wet it, and slowly tightened it on Fu Mingrui's black hair, and the water dripped down: "When we were three children, we often took a bath together, Rubbing each other's backs. Now I'm in business, you are in business, and my third brother is in the army. Even if we are in the capital, we rarely see each other now, let alone third brother..."

Fu Mingrui raised his hand, and the water fell on his face. The water droplets wet his eyelashes, and the water flowed down his delicate face, moistening his red lips. He frowned slightly, and his red lips were tightly pursed, knowing that Fu Mingsu started with brotherhood, and after that, he must not leave with a sentence or two.

"But think about it, didn't I rely on my father's relationship to start my business? And it's not because of my father that you became the master of the Eight Doors at a young age? If our father really takes care of him, the capital city will Here, who else would take a look at our three Fu family brothers? Second brother, you have solved so many cases, and you still don’t know the words of the world? The so-called people leave the tea, our father collapsed, and the foundation of you and me is not stable. At most, it is difficult for me to do business here, but I am afraid that you will never have a foothold in the eight doors." Fu Mingsu understood his younger brother, he was estranged from his father, and he did not want to participate in those plots. But let him leave the eight doors, he is definitely reluctant to give up.

Fu Mingrui is not stupid, so he knows the complex forces in the capital. In this capital city, even if you are capable, without the support of certain forces behind you, it is difficult for you to have a bright future. The masters of these eight doors can be said to be the guards in front of the emperor's gate, and many people covet this.

The boredom in my heart finally turned into a helpless sigh: "I lost the opportunity, and I lost the suspect."

When he sighed, Fu Mingsu fell into surprise. His younger brother had never been so discouraged and frustrated. He couldn't help sitting by the pool, looking at Fu Mingrui's defeated side: "How could that be? That Wanqing is a suspect? It's unlikely. She's just a prostitute, how could she have the ability to make Ma Yun disappear?"

Fu Mingrui lowered his face and frowned again in annoyance: "This case is extraordinary. The murderer used a Southern Border butterfly that I had never seen before."

"Southern Border Spirit Butterfly?" Fu Mingsu also looked puzzled, "What is that?" How come he has never heard of this kind of butterfly?