Fu Kun lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Pat lightly on the table with his hand: "Let's do it like this."

"Yes."

Fu Mingsu took care of a few things, which made Fu Kun feel at ease and saved a lot of effort. This mood was relieved, and the smile on Fu Kun's face floated again.

His eyes became doting and soft, and when he looked at Fu Minghui, his face was full of joy: "Hui'er, you have not talked to you properly since you came back this time as a father, and you have been talking about these business matters all day long."

Seeing Fu Kun talking to him, Fu Minghui became very excited, and his starry eyes became brighter and brighter: "Father and elder brother said that they don't shy away from the child in official business, and the child is very honored. This is because the father trusts the child. I will definitely learn from my elder brother and serve my father!" Fu Minghui clasped his fists in both hands, his eyes were piercing, and his spirit was radiant.

Fu Kun nodded happily: "Okay! Hui'er has grown up, and my father likes Hui'er's ambition! It's like when my father was young!" Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu, and Fu Mingsu also nodded with a smile: "Yes, My father is wise, my third brother went to the barracks and came back, it really is different."

When Fu Minghui heard Fu Kun's appreciation, he felt proud.

Fu Kun couldn't help getting up, and stretched out his fist in front of Fu Minghui and punched Fu Minghui's chest. It was as hard as a rock: "Okay! As expected of me, Fu Kun's son! Hahaha." Fu Kun looked at Fu Minghui proudly. After a while, Fu Minghui showed his father's kindness, "Hui'er, you are seventeen, do you have a girl you like?"

"Me!" When Fu Minghui opened his mouth, he suddenly stopped in his heart. Looking at Fu Mingsu, Fu Mingsu's fingers drooped and he waved them slightly, implying that he should stop talking about Yunyao's affairs today.

Fu Minghui also had a tacit understanding, and immediately understood, and then said, "I don't have a girl I like yet."

Fu Kun smiled: "Hahaha, just right, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace, you go with Weifu, if there is a girl you like, Weifu will make the decision for you! Don't be like your second brother, who hasn't married a girl yet. The wife is back. I think he is going to be a bachelor for the rest of his life in Eight Doors."

After Fu Mingsu sighed softly, he couldn't help laughing either. The second child is so fond of handling cases that no woman in the world can attract him. But soon, his heart was covered by haze again. At this moment, he hoped that the second child would continue to be obsessed with handling cases, instead of the Nine Gates Lian Youyou next door.

Fu Minghui laughed, his smile was bright and innocent, but his eyes suddenly shone brightly, his star pupils became more arrogance because of ambition: "Father, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, my child has only one goal, and that is..."

Fu Kun looked at his third son Fu Minghui, and from his aggressive gaze, he was slightly surprised. He was surprised that Hui'er knew his intentions, and was surprised by his unexpected growth.

"Princess Seven!" When the three words came out, Fu Kun immediately laughed loudly: "Hahaha—OK! It's my son! That's right! Hahaha—"

Fu Minghui also smiled brightly, and looked at his elder brother Fu Mingsu.

Fu Mingsu still smiled elegantly, but when he lowered his eyes, there was still a trace of worry in his eyes. Because, he was worried about Fu Minghui, too much. It's a good thing he has ambitions, and their family members all have their own ambitions. But Fu Minghui was obviously a little too young and too flamboyant. This publicity was also due to Fu Minghui's youth. He felt that the third child might still need some training.

It was night, Fu Mingsu stayed alone in the study, and took out the small glass bottle that Gongzi Hong gave him from the hidden compartment of the bookshelf. He opened the bottle cap, and the golden-armored bug flew out, landed on the back of his hand, raised the little Guizhou head and looked at Fu Mingsu.

Fu Mingsu whispered to it: "Inform brother Hong that the painting has failed."

The golden beetle nodded, spread its wings and flew into the night, and gradually disappeared into the distance like a faint star in the moonlight...

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the silver moon in the night sky is almost round.

Standing in the pavilion by the lake, Emperor Cheng stared at the bright moon in the sky with his hands behind his back, and the scene of seeing Sanniang for the first time when he was young appeared in his mind.

At that time, the Supreme Emperor was already dying of illness, so he decided to pass on the throne to him. So he called him into the palace to tell the nine secrets. When he heard it for the first time, he couldn't believe that gods, gods and monsters actually happened beside him, so close to him. I don't even know that there are such a group of people in the imperial city guarding the capital.

Of course, he doesn't even believe that there are any ghosts and ghosts in this world. These are just things in fiction, how could they be real? At first, he thought that Jiumen was just a group of magic sticks. But the royal family sometimes needs magic sticks, and some royal families can't cure them, but the magic sticks can.

At that time Fat Buddha and Little Rapunzel had not yet entered the Nine Gates, and inside the Nine Gates were only Lord Coffin, Sanniang and the siblings. Even Yao Guang has not yet become the master of the Nine Gates. The former head of the Nine Sects brought four people to see him. When he first saw Sanniang, he was fascinated by her beauty.

However, what Sanniang took off in front of him was not only the clothes, but also the layer of skin...

This taking off made him know that there are not only people in this world.

This removal made him understand that people should not only look at appearances.

"Father summoned the child?!" He slowly recovered from Duanmu Qingchen's voice. He withdrew his gaze from far away, and turned to look at Duanmu Qingchen standing in the pavilion. At this moment, there were only their father and son in the pavilion.

"You don't call me dad anymore?" Emperor Cheng slowly sat on the porch chair in the pavilion, looking at Duanmu Qingchen.

Duanmu Qingchen looked carefully at Emperor Cheng's face. A few days ago, because he wanted to invite Jiumen to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Emperor Cheng was furious. How could he dare to provoke Emperor Cheng now?

He, Duanmu Qingchen, only felt that the palace was boring on weekdays, so he was so funny. He is not short-sighted. Emperor Cheng was really angry, and he had to be honest.

Chengdi is his father, and he has to rely on Chengdi to give him pocket money. Lian Youyou's previous trip to the Netherworld Temple had already melted away the pocket money he had saved for several months, and now he doesn't go out to roam around because he has no money, so he can only stay in the palace honestly, at least three times a day. He doesn't have to pay for the meal.

After spending the money, he didn't dare to tell Emperor Cheng 50,000 taels. With such a large amount of money, Emperor Cheng would definitely ask, how should he explain it then? To tell the truth, I'm afraid I will be drawn. But looking for a reason, but can't find a suitable one. If Emperor Cheng misunderstood him for eating, drinking, whoring and gambling again, he would cause himself a whole lot of trouble.

Seeing that Duanmu Qingchen had suddenly become honest, Emperor Cheng also knew that he had lost his temper a few days ago and frightened his son. He sighed softly, looked at Duanmu Qingchen: "Okay, I'm ready."

Duanmu Qingchen was taken aback for a moment, and looked suspiciously at the emperor: "Father, what did you agree to?"

Emperor Cheng's face was immediately displeased, and he turned his face away: "What else can you do? I have already told Yao Guang about inviting people from the Nine Sects to the Mid-Autumn Imperial Banquet!" He was the one who strongly opposed it before, but now he agrees. Slapped in the face, his complexion is naturally ugly.