Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 315 After becoming Wu Feng, looking back at the Wu Gou Yue Sword (38)

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crazy!

crazy!

This idea came to the hearts of Wu Wang Fucha and Bo Pi at the same time.

At this moment, Wu Zixu is not like the highly respected Xiangguo of Wu Guode, but more like a mad dog who bites anyone he sees.

It's not such a way to bring up old things again.

"Xiangguo!"

"Be careful!"

Wu Wangfu's face was as sinking as water, the blue veins on his forehead were faintly visible, and there was a sharp light like a knife's edge in his eyes, suppressing his anger.

"It's a foregone conclusion that Wu and Yue are friends, and it cannot be changed."

"Don't mention the words of destroying Yue, otherwise don't blame the widow for disregarding the friendship between the monarch and his ministers for many years."

"The widow can't go back on his word. Since he promised Fan Li a free body, he won't break his promise and become fat."

Fu Chai, the king of Wu, was still a bit jealous of Wu Zixu's influence, so he didn't continue to insist on ordering Fan Li to look for Sun Wu and live next door.

This was another discussion that broke up unhappy, and no one was satisfied.

outside the hall.

Bo Pi's youngest son looked at his father who was blowing his beard and staring angrily, and grinned, "Father, you said it's not good for you to offend anyone, but Wu Xiangguo."

Bo Chu: !?(_;?
Whose son is this?
Listen to this is human words?
"You think you can't offend your father?" Bo Pi raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Bo Pi's youngest son was silent, facts speak louder than words.

Bo Pi snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, stopped giving his son a look, and left noble and glamorous.

At the same time, Sunge was also worried.

Wu Zixu's figure still looks stalwart, and his back is still straight, but his gloomy face is covered with vicissitudes of fatigue and emaciation, his temple hair is like spider silk, and when a gust of wind blows, he looks pitiful and helpless like a lonely soul abandoned by the world. Help, dignified and deep.

It seemed that from this moment on, Wu Zixu had surrendered himself, and finally no longer stubbornly believed that he could hold up the sky of Wu State and fulfill the last wish of the late king Helu.

To Wu Zixu, such a sudden sober cognition is tantamount to Ling Chi.

This old man trembling slightly in the wind had seen the end of Wu before too many people.

"Father."

Sun Ge stepped forward to support Wu Zixu, who was staggering more and more, "Do everything according to the destiny, my father taught me."

Wu Zixu pressed Sunge's arm, and laughed miserably, "I just feel ashamed of the late emperor."

"I've been blind all my life."

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and it started to rain patter in the sky. The father and son who were walking with their arms became two leaves that kept each other warm in the wind and rain, but inevitably moved with the wind.

Wu Zixu was ill.

After that day, Wu Zixu was lingering on the sick bed, and did not go to court to discuss matters for several days.

In the court hall, Bo Pi's scenery was boundless, and Fu Chai also rarely felt refreshed.

Wu Zixu's existence is like a mountain pressing down on the heads of countless people at the same time. The mountain looks up, but he can't help jealousy and fear.

Today's mountain is finally not as indestructible as it used to be, piercing the clouds and covering the sun.

Gou Jian, who has always been shrewd and forbearing, became more humble and obedient, throwing away all his self-esteem to please Fu Chai.

Raise horses for Fu Chai, king of Wu, and lead them to pull pedals.

Wu Wang Fucha got on the horse, and Gou Jian quickly and obediently knelt down on the ground and acted as a horse stool.

When Fucha went to bed, Goujian took off his clothes and shoes like an ordinary servant, and even served him in the toilet.

At the beginning, Fu Chai kept saying that he was unreasonable and unruly, but gradually, he became more and more immersed in this strange feeling.

The monarch of Yue became a lowly court servant, serving him on his knees.

Then he surpassed the king of Yue, and sooner or later he would surpass all other countries and become the overlord of the world recognized by the emperor of Zhou.

Wu Zixu, who returned to court, was silent for a while.

He is still the aloof Xiangguo of the Wu Kingdom, but those eyes that were once vigorous even though they are old are no longer bright.

Muddy and sad.

While Wu Wang Fu Chai indulged in pleasure, he did not forget his ambitions.

Uncle Dazai seized power step by step, trying to rise above Wu Zixu, but at the same time, he did not forget to ensure that Goujian was well-rounded and made good friends with the country.

It can be said that both Wu Wang Fucha and Dazai Bopi got the same sense of superiority from Goujian.

Bo Pi thought that he was not only the confidant of Fu Chai, king of Wu, but also the great benefactor of the king and ministers of Yue.

In the future, everyone in Yue country should be grateful and sell his face.

Time flies, this is the third year that King Goujian of Yue came to Wu.

Gou Jian has become a handy servant by Fu Chai's side.

The suspicion in Fu Chai's heart was infinitely approaching to disappear.

It seems that there is only one opportunity missing.

As long as there is a miracle, Goujian, who was trapped in the shoal by the dragon, can rise again to the nine heavens in the face of a storm.

The opportunity came neither too fast nor too slowly, and Fu Chai fell ill.

Gou Jian, who was focused on looking for opportunities, immediately said, "The minister has admired the dragon body for a long time, and wished he could enter the court. He used to be a doctor in the East China Sea. He is very knowledgeable. I would like to invite the king and ministers to taste it."

Fucha: Σ(дlll)

It must be what he understood.

Fucha went to the toilet, so Goujian took it and tasted it.

Afterwards, he replied happily to Fucha: "King Wu's excrement is bitter and sour, and it will heal within a few days, so you can relax."

King Wu Fucha was completely stunned.

He would like to see who dares to say that Gou Jian's heart of surrender is not sincere.

The matter of the minister is the king, is there anyone who is willing to taste the dung?

The trust in Goujian overshadowed the fear of the prophecy.

This kind of shock is far better than that day when Wu Feng clashed his sword to prove his loyalty.

After Fu Chai recovered from his illness, he made up his mind to let Gou Jian go back to the country.

Then he summoned his important ministers to discuss, and Wu Zixu was neither sad nor happy, and said calmly, "King Goujian of Yue has a heart of a jackal and a tiger on the outside, and he has a gentle and courteous body on the outside. own body."

"The old minister advises the king to be careful."

Fu Chai, king of Wu, was displeased, "Since Goujian is better than Wu, he has never exceeded the etiquette. As a slave, he has never complained."

"If the widow has a disease and tastes the bowel movement, the widow's well-being will be judged."

"Xiangguo, if this is not called sincere obedience, then what is it?"

"Xiangguo keeps saying that he is loyal to Wu, but he may not be able to do so."

"The widow has made up her mind, and anyone who advises me will be beheaded! Xiangguo doesn't need to say more."

Sunge lowered his head and silently rolled his eyes, speechless.

When will the safety and security of national affairs depend on whether you can eat shit?

In this hall, there are all ministers, what King Wu Fu Chai said is justifiable humiliation.

But Bo Pi was still cheerful and saw the needles, "Your Majesty, don't get angry. Wu Zixu has always been arrogant to the court."

"After all, the only one Wu Zixu surrendered to was the late king."

Wu Zixu just curled his lips indifferently, "Has the king made a decision? Even if Goujian leads an army to destroy Wu in the future, won't you regret it?"

Bo Pi subconsciously wanted to defend Gou Jian, but Fu Chai sneered and shook his head casually.

A king who has completely lost his dignity and pride can only be a bedbug struggling in the sewage all his life.

(End of this chapter)