After death, I became the cannon fodder of the three protagonists

The man was a little guilty when he was stared at by Fu Sheng, and subconsciously dodged his eyes, and he couldn't restrain his anger.

The originally frozen face became ferocious, and the teacup in his hand ruthlessly smashed towards Fu Sheng.

"So what if father is ashamed of treating the Gu family, I am the prince, the prince of the Yong Dynasty!"

The man has a sensitive heart, he has low self-esteem and dare not admit it, and because of his birth mother, he is paranoid and extreme.

Fu Sheng knew that he was sick.

A disease that cannot be cured.

So he has been following him with energy.

As long as he doesn't go down the road.

The man was impotently furious, and the things on the desk were swept to the ground, and then the desk was kicked down, and the shelf next to it was also kicked down by him, and the porcelain placed on it shattered all over the ground.

Fu Sheng just looked at it like this, without saying a word, even though there were bursts of tingling pain on his forehead, and a wave of warmth spread down the corner of his forehead...

Until the man gradually calmed down, he looked at the mess on the ground, and the memory of just now emerged, and his eyes gradually became clear.

His lips were trembling, the redness at the end of his eyes hadn't faded away, he looked at Fu Sheng, and when he saw the wound on his forehead, he ran over in a panic.

"Uncle...Uncle...I'm sorry..."

He raises and lowers his hands, like a child who doesn't know what to do after doing something wrong, and speaks with a crying voice.

"It must have hurt so much blood...

It's all my fault...it's all my uselessness...I can't control myself..."

"nothing."

Fu Sheng smiled, raised his hand rarely, and rubbed his head like facing a young man.

"Your Highness, don't worry. It's just a small injury. I'll take some medicine later, and it will be fine tomorrow. It won't hurt."

The man froze for a moment, but Fu Sheng didn't notice it.

He lowered his head, tears fell silently, he moved his fingers helplessly, and then, like Fu Ling's heart came, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at Fu Sheng with those wet eyes.

"I'm going to get the medicine!"

As the man's voice fell, Fu Sheng saw him rushing to the place where the medicine box was placed in the study, and hurriedly carried the whole medicine box over.

The man didn't seem to have calmed down completely. The hand that applied the medicine was shaking, and his strength was not well controlled.

Fu Sheng didn't say anything, and let him apply medicine to bandage himself, and the gauze wrapped round and round on his head, it looked like he was seriously injured.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, he threw the remaining gauze back into the medicine box, and then looked at Fu Sheng with concern.

"uncle…"

Although Fu Sheng didn't know how he was bandaged, the sense of restraint on his head told him that it must be very strange.

However, his expression did not change, and he praised the man with a slight smile, "Your Highness bandaged it very well, and this servant will feel much better now."

The man's hands under the sleeves clenched his fists tightly, subconsciously lowered his eyes, not looking at Fu Sheng.

What he hates the most is when Fu Sheng looks at him, that eyes that are always full of love and sadness.

That look reminded him of his miserable and tragic past all the time.

Let him feel a kind of fact that no matter how well he conceals it now, and how beautiful he is to the outside world, he is just an inconspicuous bug who once hid in the dark, with a dirty, distorted, and extremely ugly fact...

The man's fingers were getting tighter and tighter, and his nails were almost embedded in his palm. He strongly restrained the restlessness in his heart and tried to calm down his emotions.

When he raised his eyes again, he was in high spirits, and even his eyebrows seemed to jump up.

The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, but he suppressed it with all his strength, like a child who has been praised, who is obviously very proud, but wants to pretend he doesn't care.

Fu Sheng looked at him like this, and the nostalgia in his eyes was even worse.

Like, so much like...

He subconsciously lowered his voice, and the expression on his face became softer, "It's getting late, the slave has to get up early tomorrow, it's time to go to rest.

Now that the curfew is over, it will not be a grand court tomorrow, so how about His Highness resting in the servant's mansion tonight, waiting for the court to pass tomorrow, and then let the servants take you back to the mansion, how about it? "

The man nodded without refusing, and both of them tacitly did not bring up the original topic.

Fu Sheng knew that he had listened.

Asking the steward to send the man to the guest room, Fu Sheng looked at the mess in the room, rubbed the space between his eyebrows, and beckoned his servants to clean it up quickly.

But the moment the man turned his back to Fu Sheng, the expression on his face disappeared, and his eyes were extremely cold.

The next day, Fu Sheng got up early in the morning, and he didn't sleep well at night.

He dreamed of his deceased adopted sister, holding his hand, begging him to take good care of her child.

He agreed, but the righteous sister changed her appearance, her eyes were empty, and blood and tears flowed straight down.

she questioned him.

Why?Why didn't she do what she said, and watched her child go nowhere?
He said he didn't.

But the righteous sister kept repeating these few words as if she couldn't hear her, and the blood and tears flowed more and more, staining the white clothes on her body red.

Until he woke up, the whole person was sweating profusely.

The injury on the head hurt a little, Fu Sheng frowned and took a breath.

The guard at night heard the movement and said, "Master, is he awake? Do you need a servant to come in and serve you?"

Fu Sheng responded, and his servants went around the screen and walked in, seeing that he was sweating profusely, he quickly asked the people outside to get some hot water in.

Fu Sheng leaned on the bed, "What time is it?"

"Master, it's the end of ugly time."

When Fu Sheng heard this, the remaining drowsiness disappeared quietly, he got off the bed and stretched his muscles and bones.

Hot water was also delivered at this time.

The servants helped him wash and change his clothes, and removed the gauze from his head.

The wound has healed, the opening is not big, but a little deep.

The servant brought the ointment, intending to use it on Fu Sheng, but was stopped by him, "I don't want to apply the medicine, I'll find a way to get some makeup powder to cover the wound."

There are maids in the house, so it's not a problem if they want to get some makeup.

It's just that the servant looked at the wound on Fu Sheng's forehead and hesitated, "Master, this is a new wound, if you use makeup powder to cover it up, it will not be conducive to the recovery of the wound..."

Fu Sheng didn't say anything, just glanced sideways at him.

The servant's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head, "Your servant will do it now."

He retreated, found a few maidservants, and brought several boxes of makeup powder over.

The make-up powder of the Great Yong Dynasty was also divided into different colors. Fusheng had a fair complexion. The servants compared the make-up powder with the make-up powder, picked out the one that was most similar to his skin color, and covered up the wound on his forehead.

The effect of the makeup powder is very good, but it doesn't last long, so the servant handed the makeup powder to Fu Sheng so that he could touch up his makeup.

The carriage is already waiting at the back door.

Fu Sheng thought about applying powder to the wound, so he asked his servants to go to the kitchen to get buns and dumplings to feed his stomach.

Then he looked at the wound in front of the bronze mirror, and after confirming that there was no change, he went to the back door.

Before leaving, he opened the curtain and asked the steward who was guarding the carriage, "Is the chicken soup still boiled in the kitchen?"

Yimei is best at making chicken noodle soup.

The chicken soup has to be stewed over a low heat. When the chicken is soft and rotten, skim off the fat and put it into the cooked hand-pulled noodles, which are as thin as hair, and sprinkle with chopped green onion. The taste is amazing.

His Highness has loved to eat since he was a child, and he also loves to eat.

It's just that after the righteous sister passed away, no one did it for them.

I was taken to the countryside early yesterday morning to attend the banquet for my husband's cousin's entrance into college.

In the evening, my uncle got drunk and couldn't drive, so he couldn't take us home, so he stayed there for one night.

The phone is out of battery and there is no extra charger, so there is no update, sorry~