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Chapter 343 Kill Me Before Dawn 21. All of This Will Be Yours

Fu Jinrui paused as he pushed the bowl of soup away, then reluctantly pulled it back and drank it in one gulp.

The young man frowned and pursed his lips, his face full of dislike.

Fu Shi was satisfied. He walked over to the boy and patted his head. "If you are weak, you need to take more supplements. Look, you are obviously stronger than before."

Fu Jinrui made a gesture: Nonsense.

The servants of the Shi Mansion had been dismissed in advance. Now only Fu Shi, Fu Jinrui, Qingniao, Su Lu, Xiao Shi and Xiao Hua were left. Zhou Yan originally wanted to stay, but in the end he followed Lou Yue back to the pavilion just in case.

The Shi Mansion, which was usually bustling, was now deserted. Fu Shi sat at the table and sighed, missing Jiu Qiansui a little.

The Nine Thousand Year Old Man that he had been thinking about was leading his troops outside the Xuanwu Gate. He was wearing armor and pointing his spear at the ground. Behind him were the well-equipped rebels, and the feeling of oppression was overwhelming.

On the city wall, Zhao Yan's eyes were bloodshot, his fingertips turned white from exerting so much force, and his whole body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he could not accept this result.

Zhao He rushed to the wall in a daze. He fell at Zhao Yan's feet and grabbed Zhao Yan's robe in horror: "Father, Father! That! That Fu Anle has been possessed by another body! Yes, it's a messenger! Eleven is in Shi Mansion! I, your son, can't get in with my men!"

His words were incoherent but easy to understand. Zhao Yan was stunned for just a moment before he burst into laughter.

His happiness didn't seem to be fake. His back straightened and he looked proud.

"Shi Fu, how does it feel to be immersed in the land of gentleness!" Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a determined tone: "What other world! What Fu Shi is all fake! We just made it up to deceive you!"

Shi Fu frowned slightly. He squeezed the horse's belly and the horse took two steps forward obediently, with the spear rubbing against the ground.

"What do you mean?" Shi Fu raised his head and finally looked Zhao Yan straight in the eye: "Explain it clearly."

Zhao Yan suppressed his panic. He had been having a very confusing dream for the past three months. There were many strange things in that dream, but he would forget a lot of them when he woke up. The most coincidental thing was that there was also a person named Fu Shi in it, who was said to be a fool of death, which puzzled him.

But it was this incomprehensible dream that made him make up talk in his sleep to delay time, and judging from Shi Fu's expression, it should be true, but he had very little perception of dreams, and the more he said now, the more mistakes he would make.

So he chuckled, turned around and left, leaving only a sentence for Shi Fu to ask Fu Shi himself.

"He will kill you." As Zhao Yan's back gradually moved away, he thought of a recurring word and shouted, "Before dawn!"

This sentence matched Shi Fu's vague memories, and Jiu Qiansui was not too flustered. He gave the order to start attacking the city gate.

Then the guards in the city pretended to resist for a few times, and then pretended to be weak and surrendered directly.

Shi Fu entered the city without losing a single soldier. He led the rebel army into the city. When the street vendors saw him, they didn't even try to hide. Instead, they greeted Jiu Qiansui with a smile.

The reason is simple. In the past three months, Fu Shi often went shopping and having fun with Shi Fu. The Nine Thousand Years Old, who was originally gloomy and scary in the hearts of the people, has become an ordinary person who would wear a fox mask and wait helplessly in the crowd for his family to find him.

The cause was the Lantern Festival. Jiu Qiansui was separated from his lover, and without any servants by his side, he could only stand alone beside the stall selling lanterns, holding a candied haws and waiting for someone. Finally, he was found by his masked lover and guards. This is how the fox-masked Jiu Qiansui came into being.

It was also from then on that Shi Fu's reputation completely warmed up. As rumors spread that it was Zhao Yan who was plotting to usurp the throne, Zhao Yan was directly placed at the center of public opinion.

All the means that Zhao Yan used to frame Shi Fu fell on him, and all this was just because of the appearance of Fu Shi.

Jiu Qiansui had one more concern, and with this concern he finally became attached to this world and reluctant to leave.

He became warm, and this warmth was felt not only by those close to him but also by the common people. Fu Shi was pleased with it, and Shi Fu followed him, which led to the current situation.

"Master Shi! Master Shi!" Grandma Wang, who was selling cakes, suddenly reached out to stop Shi Fu. She packed the cakes neatly and handed them to Shi Fu: "Give these to the young master to take back! The young master gave too much money last time! No matter how much I called him, he didn't turn back!"

Shi Fu held the reins with a somewhat amused look on his face: "Mother-in-law, there's no need to calculate so clearly."

"Hey! Sir Shi, don't joke around!" Grandma Wang looked at Shi Fu as if he was a prodigal: "Quick, quick, take it!"

Shi Fu had no choice but to accept it, and his action seemed to turn on a switch for the surrounding vendors, who began to put things on their stalls.

The army that was supposed to break into the imperial city to rebel suddenly received a warm welcome, and Yuebai rode on his horse with a bewildered look on his face.

Cang Ling thanked the candied haws seller for the straw stick candied haws and only took two, giving one to Zhu Lu.

The rebel army's road to rebellion began with the garrisons guarding the city gates, who seemed reluctant but were actually playing hard to get by opening the gates. The street vendors did whatever they were supposed to do, with a sense of relaxation that no one else could learn, and even gave the soldiers food and toys.

They thought the road to rebellion would be full of ups and downs. First they learned that Jiu Qian Sui had done nothing but now killed the king and seized the throne, which subverted their cognition. Then they had good horses and good equipment along the way. Now it was easy to enter Kyoto and the street vendors greeted them with smiles. This feeling did not seem like a rebellion.

They don't have that feeling yet anyway.

The leader Shi Fu finally escaped from the siege of the vendors. He looked at the imperial city not far away and took a deep breath: "Besiege the palace."

Cang Ling responded, whipped his horse whip, and led the rebels quickly towards the palace.

Shi Fu looked at the pastries in his hand in silence for a while, thinking about the children at home, so he decided to go back home first.

The big red lanterns in Shi Mansion had not been taken down yet, but had been changed several times. The main reason was that Fu Shi said it was a festive occasion and therefore did not allow them to be taken down.

The once deserted Shi Mansion now has many more decorations, as if silently telling of the changes in Shi Fu after Fu Shi came.

Even now, he can still remember that cloudy morning when the child broke free from his restraints, his clothes soaked, and said to him pitifully that he was cold.

At that moment, Shi Fu's heart suddenly softened, and from then on he got used to following the young man's footsteps. No matter whether he stayed or moved forward, he always followed the young man.

So it doesn't matter what the ending is.

"Time Binding!"

A familiar voice came, and Shi Fu paused. He raised his head and stood in the corridor, looking at the young man walking towards him. It was a bit like the hot summer six years ago. He was also wearing armor and standing in the corridor, staring at Chu Qingcheng in silence.

Neither he nor his mother took the initiative to approach each other, but now, his young man walked towards him firmly without any hesitation.

The last iceberg in the snowfield was also warmed into a part of the wilderness. Shi Fu stood on the grass, his heart feeling unprecedented peace.

Those memories that had constantly tortured him, that bowl of porridge, that bloody road had long since disappeared completely.

His god finally came to him.

"What's wrong? You look silly."

"Little boy." Shi Fu interrupted Fu Shi. He raised his hand, held Fu Shi's cheek and put his lips on his: "Kill me before dawn, and all of this will be yours."

This was a bit confusing. Fu Shi was confused but still answered seriously: "I will never kill you. I don't want all this. I only want you."

As their lips rubbed against each other, Shi Fu could hear his own soul buzzing with excitement.

He put his arms around the young man's waist but still felt he was too thin, so he secretly decided to keep a close eye on him while he ate.

No meat at all, but not too lean either.

The two were kissing passionately under the corridor. In the yard not far away, Su Lu and Qing Niao looked up at the sky at the same time. Fu Jinrui felt a little disgusted and simply followed the two guards to look up at the sky.

Zhu Lu came running over and saw what his master and the young master were doing. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The noise was a bit loud, disturbing the Nine Thousand Years Old's interest. He frowned and looked a bit dissatisfied: "Why, Zhao Yan committed suicide?"

Zhu Lu lay on the ground with his eyes closed and answered: "Reporting to the commander, Zhao Yan did not return to the palace but ran directly to the back mountain. Concubine Chu hanged herself and has been rescued. I hope the commander will give the order."

"I'll go after Zhao Yan." Fu Shi kissed the corner of Shi Fu's lips: "You go see her for the last time."

Shi Fu was reluctant to let go, so he rubbed the young man again before reluctantly letting go and watching the young man walk away with Su Lu.

It didn't matter, it was all almost over and no one would bother them anymore.

Thinking of this, the depression in Fu's heart subsided a little. He glared at Zhu Lu and said, "Hurry up and catch up."

Zhu Lu agreed immediately, got up and ran.

Shi Fu grabbed Fu Jinrui's collar and brought Qingniao into the palace to take a last look at Chu Qingcheng.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see the affection between the late emperor and Chu Qingcheng, so the late emperor had only three concubines in his harem until his death. But Zhao Yan’s harem was different.

There were all kinds of beautiful girls, so many that even when Chu Qingcheng was still the Imperial Concubine, she couldn't manage them all.

But she could never be the queen again, just because of Shi Fu's threat, the incompetent emperor did not dare to disobey, so she could never sit on the throne again.

There was no maid in Kunning Palace now. Only Chu Qingcheng was sitting in front of the bed in white clothes, with obvious marks on her neck.

Hearing someone coming, Chu Qingcheng slowly raised her head and met Shi Fu's eyes. She smiled miserably.

"I should have drowned you alive at that time." Chu Qingcheng sighed, "What a pity."

Shi Fu didn't care: "You have reached the end of your road."

As he spoke, he pushed Fu Jinrui over. The boy rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Chu Qingcheng looked at her little son and felt that he looked familiar. He looked like Shi Fu and immediately said sarcastically, "Why, you gave birth to him?"

Shi Fu just felt it was ridiculous. He raised his chin and introduced: "This is Jinrui."

Chu Qingcheng was stunned when she heard the answer. She obviously couldn't guess Fu Jinrui's identity. She looked at Fu Jinrui's face carefully and realized what the child looked like at that time. She suddenly found it a little ridiculous.

"You're not dead." Chu Qingcheng sighed again: "It's still a pity."

Fu Jinrui didn't feel sad at all when he heard his biological mother say this. He looked at the white silk on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and turned to look at Shi Fu.

"Don't worry." Shi Fu soothed him and asked bluntly, "Did you cut Jinrui's tongue?"

"Yes." Chu Qingcheng answered simply, "Because he saw a secret that he shouldn't have heard. You came earlier, otherwise we would have broken his hands and feet and turned him into a human pig."

Shi Fu frowned: "You guys?"

"Yes, we." Chu Qingcheng raised her head and laughed: "Even though he knew that Eleven was his child, he still hated and despised him, and wanted to kill Eleven!"

Fu Jinrui's tongue was cut off before Shi Fu rushed back.

He saw with his own eyes that Zhao Yan, who was the regent at the time, poisoned the late emperor. He wanted to shout but was grabbed by Chu Qingcheng.

It was also at that time that he learned about his own life experience.

The late emperor had lost his fertility due to bowl after bowl of soup that Chu Qingcheng ate many years ago. He was Zhao Yan's child.

But even so, Zhao Yan didn't like him and asked Chu Qingcheng to catch him and cut off his tongue in front of the late emperor.

Because of the poison, the late emperor had no strength left, but he still tried his best to hold him in his arms, comforting his most beloved youngest son over and over again.

"Don't be afraid, Ruirui, ahem, don't be afraid. Your brother, everything will be fine after your brother comes back."

"Rui Rui, it doesn't hurt. Rui Rui is fine. Father is here. Don't cry, child. Don't cry."

Afterwards, Shi Fu drank the bowl of poison mixed with Xue Jianhan and stumbled to the front of the Yangxin Palace. Fu Jinrui was also wiped of the blood from the corner of his mouth and brought in front of Shi Fu, and was warned that if he showed any reaction, the late emperor would be killed. This led to Fu Jinrui's inaction.

Zhao Yan looked at Shi Fu, who was in great pain due to Xue Jianhan's attack, with pride. After telling him about Fu Jinrui's life experience, he was ready to humiliate Shi Fu to his heart's content. However, he had just said a few words when Shi Fu knocked him to the ground with a punch and beat him up severely.

At that time, Fu Jinrui was in unbearable pain. He swallowed the blood in his mouth mouthful by mouthful, and did not dare to move because of Zhao Yan's threat.

Finally, he watched Shi Fu leave, stumbled into the house, and held his father's hand.

"Silly child, he is your brother, how could he hate you."

As if it were a last burst of vitality, the late emperor's complexion improved a little. He rubbed Fu Jinrui's head and sighed.

"Father has long known that you are not his child, but what does that matter? Promise father that you won't mind it, okay?"

"Rui Rui, find a chance to tell your brother about this. If you can't speak, then write it down. He will definitely avenge you."

"Rui Rui, take the imperial edict under the plaque in the main hall to your brother."

The image of his father closing his eyes was still vivid in his mind. Fu Jinrui's hands holding the white silk tightened continuously. He gritted his teeth, and tears rolled down one by one. Chu Qingcheng, who was entangled in the white silk, had begun to roll her eyes.

"That's enough." Shi Fu held the boy's wrist and said, "Let go. This is not what you should do."

Fu Jinrui did not let go, but tightened his grip, causing Chu Qingcheng to twitch.

"Fu Jinrui!" Shi Fu pinched the boy's chin: "Okay, brother apologizes, that's enough."

A voice of "Fu Jinrui" brought the boy back to reality.

He stood there in a daze, allowing Shi Fu to take the white silk from his hand.

The grievance that had been buried for six years finally burst out, and the boy raised his head and cried.