Chapter 243

He swore to be extremely ambitious.

Fu Yusheng, standing behind him, raised his hand timidly and said to Emperor Fuyao, "master, me too."

Emperor Fu Yao was amused by these two brothers, "well, since you two decided to follow me, then we will be a family. One day when Emperor Fu Yao is here, we will never let you starve and be bullied."

"Come here, you two, and I'll look at your wounds." She waved.

When she was in the underground black market, she noticed that the two brothers were all bruised, and some of their skin was even cracked and purulent by the whip.

They rolled up their sleeves to show her.

Because of his elder brother's protection, the scars on Fu Changsheng's body are not many, but there are many scars on Fu Changsheng's body, which are green and purple. With the combination of new and old wounds, none of the skin under his clothes is intact.

"Changsheng, I'll give you a compliment. I'm only 12 years old and I have such responsibility." Emperor Fu Yao comforted him.

Who knows, Fu Changsheng said in a low voice, "I'm already 15 this year."

Emperor Fu shook his eyes and was shocked

Isn't that as big as the owner?

I'm going!

Although the original owner's life in the imperial palace is not as good as that of a pig or a dog, which is thinner than that of a child of the same age, the Fu Changsheng in front of him is not like a 15-year-old boy, but like a 12-year-old boy.

Not only the stature, but also the appearance.

"Master, it's the boss who deliberately took my brother's and me to the age of the novel. In fact, I am 12 years old, not 10 years old." Fu Yusheng exposed the boss's crime.

Emperor Fuyao immediately understood.

In the slave market, the aristocratic families generally don't look up to the slaves who are too old. Many unscrupulous bosses will deliberately report the age of the slaves as small, so as to facilitate trafficking.

"How old were you two sold to the slave market?" Emperor Fuyao asked.

"Two years ago..." Fu said for the rest of his life.

After they were sold into the slave market, they were abused by their boss, so in the past two years, they not only didn't grow a little tall, but also were so hungry that they looked two or three years younger than their peers.

"Damn black hearted boss, let me teach him a lesson." Emperor Fu Yao's molar is so beautiful.

She took out two bottles of pills from the space with her backhand.

"These two bottles of pills, one can supplement your nutrition, and the other can cure your wounds. Take one pill every day. Within a month, your body function will return to the same level as your peers." Emperor Fuyao handed Fu Changsheng two bottles of pills and said, "you and your younger brother need to take them. Do you know?"

Fu Changsheng had put down his guard against her at the moment. He took two bottles of pills and nodded obediently.

The two brothers are too thin, especially Fu Changsheng. They are the same age as the original owner of her body, but they look three years younger!

It can be seen that in the slave market, these two people were abused by their boss.

The corner of the emperor's mouth suddenly stirred up a radian of cold banter.

She has always been a demon Qing, kindness will return, revenge will be.

Now Fu Changsheng and the rest of Fu's life are her family. How can they sit back and ignore the humiliation they have suffered?

That night, Emperor Fuyao rushed to the underground black market and found the rough boss.

"Business is really good recently. It seems that I have to get more clean slaves to make a big profit!" Rough crazy boss sat at the door, happily counting the gold coins.

He didn't find that there was a dark shadow standing on the eaves, which was Emperor Fu Yao.

"I like money so much." Emperor Fuyao red lips slightly hook, small hand gently down a Yang, itch poison powder so floating, fell on the boss.

This kind of itching powder can make people itch all over. As long as you scratch it, the surface of the skin will be scratched. If you don't scratch it, it's very itchy, but the more you scratch it, the more itchy it will be. The itching in the bone will last for a whole month.

The rough crazy boss didn't realize that something was wrong. After counting the gold coins, he happily closed the door and went back to sleep. However, the scream came from his room that night.

The next day, in the black market, the door of the rude boss was closed. From time to time, there were several fierce howls. No one knew what had happened to the boss. All he knew was that the black hearted boss, who was selling slaves every day, had not opened the door for decades. It was only a month later that he reappeared in front of the public.

But the boss seems to be a changed man. He is obviously a big man. But he lost dozens of pounds in a month because of the itching. Moreover, because of all kinds of scratches on his body, none of his skin is in good condition. All of them are scratched by him, pus is running everywhere, and stinks.

In the underground black market, it's just like a street mouse.

At first, he endured the criticism of the public, licked his face and continued to sell hard, but more and more people talked about him, accused him and kept away from him.

Forced by the pressure, the black heart boss left the slave market soon and did not do slave business any more, because no one would dare to buy his slaves, no matter how good the slaves he sold were.When people saw that the boss was full of pus, they all doubted whether he was infected with some strange disease, and who would dare to take his slaves.

Later, I heard that the boss went to gamble and went bankrupt. He was heavily in debt and had to sell himself to pay off the debt. But he is an old, weak, sick man. Who wants him?

Finally, a mercenary regiment bought him to lure a Warcraft who likes stinky food.

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With clean slaves as medicine, Feng ling'er finally saved her life, but thinking that she had been destroyed, how could she accept it?

"No, only father and Feiyu know about it. Even your mother doesn't know about it. We claim that you are suffering from an old disease, so you will stay at home to recuperate. The emperor doesn't have to worry about it. When the spring poison is cleared, father will try to recover your palace mole. He won't let the emperor know." The wind shakes the sky.

Feng Feiyu also nodded, "ling'er, you can take care of yourself at home, and let your brother deal with the affairs outside."

But Feng ling'er is still very flustered, "Dad, do you think the emperor really won't know that I put medicine in his tea?"

"I have sent someone to the palace to check. The emperor has no doubt about the attack of your old disease. He also ordered someone to come and tell Dad that if the wind family can't treat your old disease well, he can always find the imperial doctor to treat you until you recover."

Wind spirit son eye ground a bright, dark heart suddenly also bright.

"Dad, are you serious? Does the emperor really value me so much?"

"It's true." Feng Zhentian touched her head lovingly, "so ling'er, you don't have to worry about it. As long as the spring poison is removed, my father will send you to the palace again. What happened these days, you will be treated as sick. Those slaves are just good medicine for you."