Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 280 After becoming Wu Feng, look back at the Wu Gouyue Sword ()

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Fu Chai, who had just been high-spirited and ready to indulge in a show of glory, turned off the fire.

Sun Ge didn't seem to notice the suddenly stiff body under the tumbling brocade robe, and continued to shout repeatedly at the top of his voice, "Fu Chai, King Wu, have you forgotten King Yue's revenge for killing his father?"

Fucha: ...

Wu Feng did it on purpose, right?
Even if he wanted to remind him of his revenge for killing his father, he should choose another suitable time.

Fu Chai, the King of Wu, held back his anger, pushed aside the soft and boneless court lady, straightened his clothes, walked like a tiger, and pretended to be calm, "I have not forgotten."

"I didn't forget."

Sunge said that she could hear gnashing of teeth from the roar.

She also knows that at this time, bad people do good things and do good things.

But, that's the only way to make Fu Chai's memory still fresh.

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, smiled but didn't smile. He looked up and down at the unattractive and unknown Wu Feng in front of him with a stiff face, feeling annoyed in his heart.

It's really a biting dog that doesn't bark.

A question filled with righteous indignation immediately made him feel unfaithful, unrighteous, and unfilial.

He is the king of Wu, is there a problem with enjoying pleasure?

Su Cong once persuaded Chu Zhuang Wang Xiong Lu, but if he didn't make a sound, he would become a blockbuster.

Now there are Wu Fengyu who are not surprised and endlessly dead.

Does this mean that he also has the potential to become the overlord of a generation.

Thinking about it this way, the anger in Wu Wang Fucha's heart seemed to be poured with cold water, and he instantly felt relieved.

"Wu Qing's awareness is so high that it's a shame to be a palace guard."

King Wu Fu Chai sighed sincerely.

Sunge bowed his head, humbly and politely, "Your Majesty has praised you absurdly."

"The minister just feels the feud between Wu and Yue, so he speaks unscrupulously and disturbs the king. I hope the king will forgive me."

"If the king doesn't punish, the subject will be grateful."

Hearing this, the smile on Wu Wang Fucha's face was somewhat real.

Wu Feng spoke much better than Wu Zixu.

Wu Zixu's temperament is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.

Wu Zixu's remonstrance is more like a sharp sword that cuts away all ghosts and ghosts. It is useful, but it often makes him feel ashamed and unable to come to power, and cannot feel the majesty of being a king.

He often feels that Wu Zixu's existence is like a towering mountain that blocks the sun.

He really felt that the bad-tempered Wu Zixu should learn from Wu Feng.

Knowing how to advance and retreat, and knowing the superiority and inferiority.

Although the first sentence made him angry, but after the remedy, his anger was miraculously calmed down.

The more he thought about it, the more Fucha, the king of Wu, felt that Wu Feng was pleasing to his eyes.

The hatred and fighting spirit softened by the extravagant enjoyment were once again stimulated.

Yes, he wants to avenge the murder of his father.

Not only did he want to avenge the murder of his father, but he also wanted to become the overlord of the princes.

King Wu Fucha raised his hand and patted Sunge on the shoulder, "I am deeply inspired by what you said."

"From today onwards, I will definitely change my past and not put state affairs first, and will not disappoint the former king and Xiangguo."

Sunge grinned and smiled honestly, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, "The minister will take on the duty of reminding the king day and night."

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid of suffering or tiredness."

"As long as the king can be alerted, the subject is obliged to sleep without rest, eat or drink."

Fucha's smile froze again.

Day and night reminder?

You don't have to.

Could it be that he will be deprived of the opportunity to secretly indulge while he is busy?

Take back that Wu Feng Shuanyan saying, like a father, like a son.

"You are the son of Xiangguo, and you worry about the country and the people, how can you be entangled in these trivial matters."

Sun Ge hurriedly said, "It's okay, this is what I should do."

This kind of thing is the innate duty of Passerby A.

"Fu Chai, King Wu, have you forgotten King Yue's revenge for killing his father?"

Sunge straightened his back and shouted loudly again.

Fu Chai took a deep breath, "I haven't forgotten!"

Immediately afterwards, all the dancers, singers and beauties in the hall came out and disappeared completely. Fu Chai also ran away under Sun Ge's burning eyes.

What can he do?
Of course, he handled the state affairs conscientiously, strengthened the state of Wu, and avenged his revenge.

Wu Feng's words still make sense.

In addition, Wu Feng's identity also made him use his hands to avoid him.

Kill, can't kill, so he can only reluctantly become a Mingjun overlord.

So, Sunge began to stand at the gate of the palace, and shouted whenever the ordinary Fucha came in and out.

Initially, the effect is obvious.

Music every night, cancelled.

Obsessed with women, dare not.

After all, that sonorous, powerful and selfless cry is like a thunderbolt that can shatter all the charms.

He was also afraid that if he turned off the fire too many times, he would be powerless and unable to carry on the family.

For a while, Fu Chai loved and hated Wu Feng, and his life was also painful and happy.

It's just because, under his hard work, the contempt of him by the veterans in the court has decreased day by day, and they have become more and more convinced.

Hate is the feeling that he is more honest than an outsider.

"Wu Feng, don't you have anything else to do?"

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, turned on the lights to fight at night, flipped through the bamboo slips, looked at Wu Feng standing straight outside the hall, and opened his mouth suddenly.

Sun Ge raised his head and held his chest high, "If the country's revenge has not been reported, why talk about private matters."

"Furthermore, the minister is in his prime and full of energy. He should have served Wu with radiance, contributed to building a prosperous and beautiful Wu, and made unremitting efforts to realize Wu's hegemony."

"Your Majesty, I am as happy as you are."

"The king is of the blood of the previous kings. The dragon and the phoenix are majestic and majestic. A generation of heroes must have higher ideals and ambitions in their hearts."

"Don't forget the original intention, forge ahead."

"The minister's clumsy words made the king laugh."

Wu Wang Fucha was stupefied for a moment, the bamboo slip in his hand fell onto the desk at some point.

Clumsy words?

At this moment, King Wu Fu Chai felt that Wu Feng was glowing red.

This appearance, where it is ordinary, is clearly shining.

"Contribute to the building of a prosperous and beautiful state of Wu, and strive unremittingly to realize the hegemony of the state of Wu."

"Don't forget your original intention and move forward!"

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, murmured repeatedly, as if a cluster of small flames had been ignited in his heart, scorchingly burning, hot and scorching hot, which could arouse his great pride in an instant.

"Yes, the same is true of the ideals and ambitions in my heart."

Well, it's just that he hasn't had time to sum up these deafening words.

"Tomorrow, the widow will ask someone to engrave the words of just now and set up a monument, and erect it at the gate of the palace, so that all civil and military officials can understand the ambition of the widow and work together with the widow."

Wu Feng is his minister, and what Wu Feng says is what he says.

Wu Wang Fucha convinced himself without the slightest psychological pressure.

"Your Majesty, Shengming."

"Don't do good because it is small, and don't do evil because it is small."

"Every day that the king works hard is a small step on the road of Wu Guotu's strength."

"Accumulate a few steps to make a thousand miles."

"In time, the king will definitely be the overlord of the princes, and the state of Wu will definitely not fall down."

Sunge praised without blushing or panting.

She still understands the simple truth of teaching students according to their aptitude.

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(End of this chapter)