The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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"Recently there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River. I have allocated funds to go down, and you will be responsible for monitoring it."

Fu Sheng: "..."

The task came too fast and I was a little caught off guard!

"Empress, I'm actually not particularly tired." Fu Sheng changed his words solemnly again.

"Oh?" Yunzheng looked at her with a smile in her eyes,

"I'll approve the document right away." With a serious face, Fusheng opened the next official document and began to write in circles,

That appearance, diligent and serious.

joke,

How can she go to Jiangnan now,

My man is still in the brothel, what if he gets bullied while she is away!

Therefore, Jiangnan cannot go.

Fu Sheng firmly rejected the Queen's proposal.

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at night,

Fu Sheng took a shower and continued running to the brothel.

She brought the handkerchief specially this time.

When the original owner was still there, he would carry it with him every day.

But Fusheng thought it was troublesome, so he threw it directly into a small box.

This time she held the small box and planned to ask for proof.

The servant in Wanxiang Pavilion is already very familiar with Fusheng, even if she is wearing a mask, he can recognize her at a glance.

He immediately took Fu Sheng upstairs, and asked her with a low eyebrow, "Fifth Miss, are you continuing to say goodbye to Mr. Mu tonight?"

"No, no, I'm going to see Yuelin." Fusheng didn't plan to brush his face in front of the debris now,

she felt,

distance creates beauty,

Maybe she won't bother the shards,

Fragments are more likely to increase recognition.

"Okay." The servant led her to the door of Yuelin's room, "I wish Miss Fifth a happy night."

"..." Fusheng always listened to this sentence, she waved her hand, opened the door and went in.

"Yuelin?"

"Ahem——"

In the room filled with the faint fragrance of Chinese herbal medicine, there were a few gentle coughing sounds, not heavy, but hard to ignore.

Fu Sheng blinked her eyes, closed the door casually,

"Are you sick?" The girl came over with concern,

I saw a slender man in crescent white clothes, leaning against the side of the bed, curling his slender fingertips slightly to cover his lips, coughing from time to time.

His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his hair was scattered with three thousand inks, which made him weak, delicate and gentle.

Seeing Fusheng, he lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed,

Fu Sheng hurriedly held him down, "That's fine, you don't need to get out of bed."

"Miss Fusheng, I'm sorry." Yuelin smiled apologetically, her voice became a little hoarse, which seemed to be caused by a cold.

Fu Sheng shook his head, not minding, "Why are you suddenly sick?"

"I've always been in poor health, maybe I caught a cold unintentionally." Yuelin smiled wryly, with sadness lingering between her brows,

He coughed again as he spoke, his thin body shivered slightly, as if he was a little cold.

Fu Sheng quickly covered him with the quilt,

Seeing him still shaking,

Fu Sheng frowned, "Shall I ask someone to bring you a quilt?"

"...cough cough cough, then...please trouble Miss Fusheng." Yue Lin's face was pale, and a pair of weak winking eyes were slightly lowered, showing a bit of sickness.

Fu Sheng nodded,

Turned around and walked out.

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As soon as the girl opened the door, she met a pair of dark eyes,

Those eyes were cold and filled with unspeakable emotions,

The pitch-black eyeballs stared straight at it, making people feel cold behind their backs unconsciously.

Fu Sheng was taken aback,

His fingers clasped the door frame subconsciously.

The door on the opposite side was also opened at some point.

The man in red clothes sat there quietly, without any fluctuation on his beautiful face.