Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Aunt Qi stifled, and then cried hysterically, "you enemy! You have to be forced to say!"

Fushun fumbled to the bedside and sat there at a loss, "Hey, xiugu, don't cry."

"You enemy!" aunt Qi threw herself into his arms and beat her while crying, "you enemy..."

Fu Shun shook his hands, fumbled a few times, looped up, and then tightly looped.

The next day, Fushun licked his old face and went to Jingdi.

"Do you mean that you and Qi Shanggong are congenial and have no peace?"

Fushun straightened his chest. Well, he said with a righteous voice: "that boy is amorous! Xiugu doesn't like him. Xiugu always likes me."

Emperor Jing clenched his fist and coughed slightly. He said with a stiff face, "well, I have to ask Anshun and Qi Shanggong what they mean."

I'm not afraid to ask xiugu. Fushun is afraid to ask Anshun. After all, Anshun's boy has a smooth mouth and can survive if he dies. Hurriedly said: "Your Majesty doesn't have to ask Anshun. Just ask Qi Shanggong."

Jingdi nodded thoughtfully.

Fushun's old face suddenly smiled and blossomed.

After all, food is a private matter in the palace. The masters know it well, but they don't mention it on the surface.

The king Emperor didn't make a decision to marry, but he decided to make up for the marriage between Fushun and aunt Qi.

There is a sedan chair (money can't buy anything), an auditorium (there are many houses in the palace), people carrying sedan chairs (there are many eunuchs in the palace), people beating gongs and drums (Palace musicians make up), and guests. People close to each other have come, including the empress

Yan Manzi came to Fushun the first day.

Now he's dead. He found a Guard commander in the palace to do it. His home is next to the root in the palace. He lights his Mao every time when he's on duty. Anyway, the king turns a blind eye, and so are the people below.

I heard that Fushun is going to marry his daughter-in-law. He found countless good things to share with him early.

Fushun looked at the dazzling things in front of him and his face was purple.

Shit! Is it intentional!

Yan Manzi was still the same, with a scratchy beard and an obscene smile. "Hey, what's up? Like it, I'll take you as a wedding and I'll follow you."

"Roll, roll..."

"Oh, I'm so angry that I can't speak well. Hey, hey, we're for your sake, don't you understand? For our friendship, I've investigated the good things sorted out all night for several days. Don't be ignorant of the goods, you old man!"

Fushun knew what Yan Manzi's hobby was, and his face was full of doubts: "really?"

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