Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 307 After becoming Wu Feng, look back at the Wu Gouyue Sword (Thirty)
(thirty)
I understand it, but I don't seem to understand it at all.

Your majesty is calling?Still warning?
Still sowing discord?
Bo Pi's youngest son lowered his head, his bushy eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he secretly speculated about the intention of King Wu Fucha.

Although he is not as politically astute as his father, he is not completely brainless.

After a little thought, he knew King Wu's intentions.

Wu Feng...

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, was referring to Wu Feng in particular.

It seems that Wu Feng is not as beautiful as he imagined.

The king's mind is too complicated and difficult to guess.

"The minister obeys the order."

Fucha nodded in satisfaction.

A tiger father has no dogs, so Bo Pi's youngest son should be as good at courting him as Bo Pi.

This was the reason why he insisted on renominating him as a personal bodyguard.

Governing the country may not require like-minded people, as long as they have the ability.

But to have fun, you must have the same temperament, otherwise you will not have fun.

Fu Chai leaned lazily on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes slightly, and said casually, "I heard that you were congratulating at Wu Xiangguo's mansion just now?"

"Your father and Wu Xiangguo have different political views, and they often fight with each other. I never thought that you have an open mind."

"You tell me about the bustle of Xiangguo's mansion. I am curious, but it is inconvenient to come to the door."

Bo Pi's youngest son's heart shuddered, and his scalp felt numb.

He just wanted to show off, and didn't want to be a pawn in the game between the monarch and his ministers.

This blessing belongs to his father.

But since King Wu Fucha asked the question, he couldn't avoid answering it.

"The minister came to the door to congratulate him with gifts because of the fate of being the king's servant."

Bo Pi's youngest son, after deliberation, continued, "Guard Wu is grateful to the king, but he still inadvertently confided in his heart. It is what he wants to be with the king often."

Hearing this, King Wu Fu Chai's expression was mixed.

Always by his side?
Doesn't that mean that for Wu Feng, the power of an extremely human minister is not as powerful as his bodyguard?
There was a hint of bewilderment in Wu Wang Fucha's eyes, but more doubts and sneers.

Just like him.

He wanted to be the filial son of the late king, but he wanted to be the lord of Wu even more.

After a long time, Fu Chai, the king of Wu, opened his eyes. "I heard that the singer and dancer in the palace rehearsed a new song. According to the eunuch's report, I was astonished."

"Such a divine comedy, it's not easy for the widow to keep it private."

"You go and arrange for someone to bring Goujian and Yayu to have fun with the widows."

Not long after, Gou Jian, the king of Yue in a fine attire, came slowly with lowered eyebrows and bowed head, followed by Ya Yu, who was well-dressed and more charming than before.

Ya Yu hid her hands in her sleeves and held them tightly, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Was it Gou Jian who offended Fu Chai by giving Wu Feng a male favorite?
Ya Yu subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the hall, but she couldn't see the familiar figure, and her fear grew stronger.

Wu Feng may be the only person in the Wu Palace who has kind thoughts towards her.

The hall was already filled with the smell of alcohol, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard endlessly.

In front of the table where King Wu lowered his head, a young man was kneeling and sitting, holding a cup in his hand, looking in a daze.

Ya Yu was even more scared.

After saluting, King Goujian of Yue stepped forward very naturally, knelt at the feet of Fuchai, King of Wu, and poured wine for Fuchai.

Fu Chai looked at the groveling Gou Jian, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, tilted the wine glass slightly, and the wine in the glass seeped through Gou Jian's hair and flowed on the corners of his cheeks and mouth.

"You are the king of Yue, how can you do such a humble thing?"

Goujian didn't change his face, "Yue Kingdom is defeated by your majesty. With your tolerance, Yue Kingdom can survive."

"Since the Yue Kingdom has surrendered, I should serve you with all my heart."

The wine stains were still there, without Fu Chai's permission, Gou Jian didn't even raise his hand.

Fu Chai sneered, the smell of wine permeated the air, making the pride and ambition in his heart even more indomitable, as if no one in this world could stop him from achieving hegemony.

He will also become the true overlord of the generation.

"Goujian, the widow has said that I will treat you with the courtesy of a king. As long as you want, you can ask for rich clothes, fine food, delicious food, wine and beauties."

"A widow keeps his word."

Gou Jian smiled humbly, "I know His Majesty is benevolent, tolerant, generous and generous, but I sincerely want to serve His Majesty as a slave, to show my sincerity of submitting to the Yue Kingdom."

"I also ask the king to give Gou Jian a chance."

"Wipe it off." Fu Chai said arrogantly, throwing a handkerchief to Gou Jian.

"Goujian, if one day I am defeated in battle, I would rather die than beg for mercy like you."

"A widow can be defeated, the country of Wu can be defeated, but the country of Wu cannot be humiliated."

"Of course, neither the widow nor the state of Wu will be defeated, and will surely prosper forever."

Gou Jian gritted his molars fiercely, his anger and humiliation almost made him breathless, but his face was still humble and flattering.

It was as if Zhenzhen had forgotten the pain of Yue's defeat.

"The posture of the great king and hero, I admire."

He endured humiliation and entered Wu as a hostage.

Not only is he afraid of death, but he also wants to catch a glimpse of the hope of turning the country into victory in a desperate situation.

Well, he can't feel that's a shame.

When he returns to the Yue Kingdom, revitalizes the Yue Kingdom, and avenges his revenge, people in the world will praise his good intentions and bear the burden of humiliation.

At that time, the shame will also be the glory.

The contempt in Fucha's eyes grew even stronger.

The king has lost even the most basic integrity, how can he call himself a king.

This is the country of Yue, but that's all.

"What do you think of my country Wu's singing, dancing and wine?"

Gou Jian licked the drink that slipped from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to appreciate the graceful dancing and singing, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Very good."

"Being able to enter Wu as a hostage is the luck of my life."

"Then are you willing to stay here for a long time and enjoy this beautiful thing in the world with the widow?" Fu Chai continued to ask casually.

Gou Jian bent his lips, "It's an honor."

With Fu Chai's permission, Bo Pi's youngest son, who was drinking happily beside him, was stunned.

Goujian?

This is Goujian?
King Yue?

With this appearance, all the servants in the house would be willing to bow down.

This wine, he suddenly felt that it didn't taste good.

He vaguely knew that his father had a deep friendship with the monarch and ministers of the Yue Kingdom, but he also offended Fucha because of it.

However, the father and the monarch and ministers of the Yue Kingdom are still inseparable.

Father said he had his own plans.

"I heard that your queen, Yayu, is a talented woman who is well-known across the country. She is good at calligraphy and painting, and good at dancing. I wonder if I will have the chance to watch it."

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, patted the table lightly, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the hall stopped abruptly.

Yayu, who has been lowering her sense of existence since entering the palace, gave a wry smile.

What should come, will come after all.

Her husband, the king of Yue, answered next, like the sword hanging above her head, finally fell and pierced her heart.

"Ya Yu is also the King's servant."

"Your Majesty thinks, you can do it."

Fucha: ...

"Head up."

The singer and dancer stepped aside, and Ya Yu was forced to stand in the center of the hall.

(End of this chapter)