Chapter 630 Cheating Fushun (3)

"There is no one darker than him in this palace. Madam, you don't know that he is like this in the palace." Grandma He gestured with her thumb, "Who dares to go against him? Besides, this old guy is very scheming. Too many, and you might trick people without saying anything.”

"This -" Xiaohua pondered, "Then I'll think about it again."

He said he was thinking about it, but actually he went to Emperor Jing to make up his mind.

Xiaohua expressed her thoughts and what Grandma He said, asking Emperor Jing to help find a solution.

Emperor Jing squinted his eyes, looking enigmatic.

"You don't care about this, I'll take care of it."

Well, given her confidence in men, Xiaohua is eagerly waiting.

Anshun was originally in charge of the private businesses under Emperor Jing when he was still King Jing. After Emperor Jing ascended the throne, he moved to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs has been dealing with imperial merchants all year round. Anshun himself was a businessman before, so he naturally knew how much money these imperial merchants had made from the royal family, so he kicked out a lot of them and organized people to do it himself.

It just happened to use the original crew, and it worked well.

On this day, Anshun came to the imperial study to ask for an audience with Emperor Jing.

After coming in, he talked a lot, and finally got to the point, saying that he wanted to ask His Majesty to make the decision, saying that he and Qi Shanggong were in love, because Qi Shanggong was a female official, not an ordinary palace official, and they could not eat together in private. Then I wanted to ask my master to be the master.

Fushun has been in a trance these past few days. He used to be serious and careful when he was on duty, but in the past few days, he needed Emperor Jing to remind him several times to calm down.

At this time, when I heard someone mention "Qi", I immediately widened my eyes and listened with pricked ears.

After hearing this, Fushun wanted to tear Anshun apart.

You damn eunuch, you still miss Xiaoxiu Gu, you are blind!

Emperor Jing did not agree immediately and said he wanted to ask Qi Shanggong what he wanted, so An just left.

Anshun walked in front, and Fushun found an excuse to sneak out.

Anshun was walking on the palace road, and as expected, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

He smiled as if he didn't notice.

A conspiratorial voice sounded next to me, "When did you become interested in Aunt Qi?"

Anshun first made a surprised expression, and then said carelessly: "It was very early. When I was assigned to His Majesty, I was young. Sister Xiu always took care of me, so I always remembered it. You also know that I have been with you for so many years. I run around outside all day long and meet a lot of women outside, but I always feel that Sister Xiu is better."

"You call me sister, she is older than you." There was such a plaintive voice.

"It's okay, the female junior is holding a gold brick!"

"you--"

Fushun was so anxious that he couldn't even say anything.

There was indeed a need to be anxious. I don’t know when Anshun had this idea. Fushun was really unprepared for such a sudden incident. Everything has been done by His Majesty. What if His Majesty agrees?

what to do?

"She is so old. In your capacity as Manager An, it would be great to find someone younger. There are a lot of tender little palace ladies in our palace recently. Why don't you choose one for you?"

"It smells old, and I like old things."

The sound of grinding teeth.

Anshun showed a surprised expression and said in surprise: "Hey, Brother Fu, the matter between Aunt Qi and me is none of your business. Why are you worrying so much!"

"Xiugu is from my hometown, so our family has to worry about it."

Anshun put his arm around Fushun's shoulders with an "I understand" expression and patted him, "Look, you don't know what I am like. Don't worry, I will definitely be good to Xiu Gu."

After saying that, he let go of his hand and strode away, humming a tune as he walked.

Fushun looked at the back with suspicion, all kinds of black people's methods flashed through his mind, and he even thought of some dirty tricks...

But--

But Anshun is none other than an old friend who has been together for decades, and his methods cannot be used internally. Fushun still knows this...

what to do?