Chapter 142

I feel that the prime minister is more and more reluctant to help him, and Wang Fuchun is not willing to do this. The change has come to this point. The only thing he can do is to fast.

For several days this year, Wang Fuchun threw out all the things the servant said he had sent in.

Whenever the prime minister heard such news, spread to his ears, he would helplessly shake his head.

At the beginning, he still went to Wang Fuchun's room to talk to him about the reason, but after that, he didn't want to pay any more attention to this matter, so he had to let Wang Fuchun live on his own in the room.

But Wang Fuchun's servant girl looked at this scene and couldn't help worrying. The alliance said to his master.

"Miss, you'd better eat the rice now. You don't know that this man is iron rice or steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry. You've been hungry for several days. If you go on like this, you won't be able to hold on until the prime minister agrees."

Wang Fuchun slowly looked at the ceiling of the bed, and felt a lot of pain in his heart. He was determined that the prime minister would love his body and agree to all his requirements, but this time all the things he made were in vain.

"Miss, why do you have to work hard like this? There are many good men in the world. Why do you have to love a flower alone? What's more, that man has an original mate. Even if you marry in, it will be very tiring for two people to fight with the original one. You might as well marry one..."

"Shut up Seeing the servant girl in front of her and saying something she didn't like to hear, Wang Fuchun immediately stopped the person in front of her.

Suddenly, he sat up from the bed, and immediately put the contents of the servant girl's hands into his mouth and ate them.

Seeing the person in front of her, she finally knew that she was eating. The servant girl's eyes showed a light of excitement.

And when he finally had enough to eat and drink, he said a command that was hard to believe.

"You go and get me a rope. Today I have to ask the old man to promise me."

"Miss, don't you want to come back to that thing again? It's not that you don't know. You can't play this move for the second time. You've already played this move in front of the master last time. You can forget this time. "

As soon as the servants at the bottom heard that Wang Fuchun wanted a rope, they knew that she wanted to play the game of hanging again. The last time, Wang Fuchun hanged herself, leading them to get 20 big boards by themselves. This time, they didn't want to let history reappear.

But for Wang Fuchun, this game is the most effective way to get what he wants. For him, life is nothing. As long as you can get back what he wants, he can do anything.

"Can't you even hear me? Don't hurry down and give it to me. If I'm a little late, I'll let my father kill you. "

Know oneself is difficult not to live in front of the person, underground servant girls continue to look for the rope.

But Wang Fuchun called the people around him to inform the prime minister outside.

At this moment, the Prime Minister of the Xia Dynasty is in his study, planning what he should do recently.

These things have been well written in the book, but at the critical moment was in front of the people in a hurry, hit the next to the ink inside.

In a flash, the prime minister only felt that he was furious. Just when he wanted to punish the person in front of him, he heard the man say in a hurry that the young lady would be hanged.

His eyes were so big that the prime minister could no longer calm down. He ran to Wang Fuchun's room after three steps and two steps.

At this moment, Wang Fuchun's room has been firmly locked. In the shadow from the outside, the prime minister can vaguely see the picture of Wang Fuchun falling on the beam and shaking with the wind.

No matter what he did, he kicked the gate open again. What he saw was the picture of Wang Fuchun falling on the beam.

Without delay, he quickly pointed his throwing knife at the rope, and instantly Wang Fuchun fell off the gauze.

Maybe it was because he had just been hanged. Wang Fuchun had just fallen to the ground and cried out in pain. He wanted to hang himself twice.

The prime minister rushed forward and took Wang Fuchun into his arms. He kept looking at his injuries. When he saw that there was a deep red mark on his neck, he was sorry.

"What are you doing? Do you know how much damage you do to your body when you do these things? Are you really not afraid to leave dad alone in this world? Now it's just the two of us who can live together. "

Listening to the prime minister's words, Wang Fuchun gave a cold smile, as if all things were indifferent to him.

"It's my life. If you really depend on each other, you won't treat me like this. You know that I love that man deeply, but you stop me like this, don't you know? As long as I stay with that boy a few more times, he will not only love Qin Yuran, he will not really love Qin Yuran... "Listening to what Wang Fuchun said, the prime minister only felt that his heart was half cold. But before he came up with a word of advice. Wang Fuchun in his arms took the rope and was ready to run to the beam.

"Dad, don't stop me. Since this thing can't be done without me, let me leave the world, so that I can account for my whole life."

Seeing that the man in front of him had made up his mind, the prime minister really had no choice but to roar out of patience.

"Well, father, help you, father, even if he tried his best to help you, OK?"

Hearing that, the prime minister was finally willing to help himself, Wang Fuchun showed a happy smile on his face. Before he was excited to jump up from the ground, the whole person had been straight fell into the prime minister's arms.

At this moment, the prime minister went to call the doctor.

The incident reached the imperial court in an instant, and all the people whispered to Wang Fuchun and Beiming Hao. But Beiming Hao, who heard these words, turned a blind eye, as if what others said was not him.

Qin Yuran, who is on one side, looks at the other side of Beiming Hao. He is worried.

"Is Beiming Hao a little too absolute? It's just a small thing. It's just because we're doing this thing so much. Should we do it in a different way?"