The group of people worked so hard that their buttocks were bruised, and they managed to get to Fucheng.
God is merciful and allows them to see everything in time.
Wang Fufeng didn't mean that "family scandals should not be spread outside the family", so he just took his brothers and sisters to listen to the excitement in a hidden place that had been prepared.
Listening to Mr. Wang's intimidation and inducement, listening to the third room fighting for power.
However, the mantis hunts the cicada after the oriole, and after the oriole there is another hunter.
Third Master Wang tried his best to gather a large number of people and gave Dafang a fatal blow. When he took the opportunity to seize power, Third Fang's legitimate son appeared.
He still has the figure of a weak Liu Fufeng, and his face is still slightly pale, but where he stands, he has the status of an upright son. The pride in his bones is clearly different from Wang Haoran's humility.
"Dad, the so-called direct descendant and eldest son, as far as the Wang family is concerned, Fufeng is both the direct descendant and the eldest son. It is up to Fufeng to combine the pair of cards with the middle son." Wang Fufeng spoke softly, with a smile on his face, as if he was still the same person. A respectful and filial son.
Mr. Wang, however, looked stunned and took two steps back suddenly, thinking he had seen a ghost.
The other members of the Wang family looked at each other and were all frightened.
Only Mr. Wang looked steadily at this sick nephew who was ignored by the whole family. He suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed, "Hahaha, good boy, good boy, everyone is fighting for power, but you, a sick and consumptive ghost, picked one up." off the shelf."
These words were simply a slap in Sanfang’s face.
He tried his best to gain power for his concubine, but in the end his legitimate son stepped forward to cut off Hu.
There was internal strife in the third room.
The other rooms watched the excitement with wide eyes, wanting to see the showdown between the legitimate son and the concubine.
However, Wang Fufeng had no intention of making such a fuss here. He was the legitimate legitimate son and was raised by his grandfather. Wang Haoran, an outsider, was not worthy of pouring a respectful bucket for him.
I saw his pale pink lips opening and closing, "Second uncle thinks, is it better for me, a sick and consumptive ghost, to hold the power of the Wang family, or for Wang Haoran, an outsider to hold it?"
Mr. Wang's smile faded.
The whole family agreed that Wang Fufeng was weak and would die young, so they ignored him when seizing the power. However, precisely because of his frailty, he still had a chance to seize the power when it was given to him.
If it were left to Wang Haoran, there would really be no chance at all.
After a while, Mr. Wang stood up and said, "I support nephew Fufeng."
Wang Fufeng smiled slightly, then looked at Mr. Wang whose lips were trembling like oysters, "Dad, leave it to Fufeng. The power is still in the hands of the third room, but if we cause trouble, it doesn't necessarily belong to the third room."
It's true that every word attacks the heart and every move is fatal.
Although Wang Sanye's most preferred heir is Wang Haoran, Wang Fufeng is also the legitimate son of the third wife, so it is better to give it to him than to another brother.
Moreover, it is impossible for a son to disobey Lao Tzu.
Relying on this last bit of confidence, Mr. Wang ignored the strangeness that flashed through his heart and nodded his head.
Inside the house, the handover ceremony of the card counting room is taking place.
Outside the house, Xu Mo shook his head and sighed, "This Third Master Wang is too confident. Fu Feng faked his death and came back. He stood up to grab power. How can he respect him as a father like before?"
Once this authority falls into Wang Fufeng's hands, it will be impossible to spit it out unless he dies.
In the final analysis, Mr. Wang's failure was due to his overconfidence.
But it doesn't matter if he is not confident. If he really gets into trouble with Wang Fufeng in court, it will only benefit the second-rate fisherman.
Therefore, Wang Fufeng's move of retreating in order to advance is truly, absolutely amazing.
Xu Mo analyzed, while his younger brothers and sisters listened carefully and subconsciously nodded their heads.
No matter whether they are smart or stupid, as long as they have seen enough storms, they will always have some brains.
"Oh, Brother Fufeng is out." Xiao Jiang Sheng looked at the courtyard door, "Who is that aunt that is walking over in a hurry? She is so fierce."
After seizing the power, the proud Wang Fufeng was walking out of the courtyard of the main house.
A gloomy-looking woman walked towards him. When she saw Wang Fufeng, she raised her hand and slapped him.
This slap knocked Wang Fufeng down, and caused the six brothers and sisters to rush forward nervously.
"Brother Fufeng." Jiang Sheng was frightened to tears when she saw the blood on the corner of Wang Fufeng's mouth.
"Fufeng, are you okay?" Xu Mo supported half of his body and asked with a dark face.
Wen Zhiyun stretched out his finger, pressed on his pulse, and fed him a medicine to stabilize his blood.
Blood relatives are not as good as friends we met along the way.
Wang Fufeng closed his eyes, and his pale face was tinged with red, which gave him a strange sense of beauty.
He felt Xu Mo's support and simply leaned his whole body against him. Then he lazily opened his eyes and looked at the gloomy-looking woman, "Why did my mother-in-law strike so lightly? It's better to just beat her to death and save the trouble." My son has robbed your husband of his power and hurt the interests of your Zhou family."
The angry third lady was startled, and her raised hand slowly fell down.
It turns out that he knows everything.
"You and Daddy have made an agreement. If you abandon me as your legitimate son and support your wife to take the throne, Daddy will take care of the Zhou family. But you didn't expect that my rebellious son will not die, which will disappoint all of you."
Wang Fufeng breathed a long sigh of relief and lay in Xu Mo's arms.
Once upon a time, he was the legitimate son of a third wife. He was in poor health and could not die for his parents. He felt guilty. He worked hard just to make everyone happy.
Later, after I died and saw the faces of my blood relatives, I suddenly felt that I could live freely once more.
To seize authority is to follow one's will, and to lie on the ground is to follow one's will.
The sudden indifference was just random, "It's just that the power has fallen into Fufeng's hands. Fathers and mothers should be careful about this in the future. Don't let the handle fall into Fufeng's hands. Even if they are parents and children, they must be killed out of justice."
No one knows how a child feels when he turns against his parents.
Wang Fufeng slowly stood up from the ground, looked back at his stunned parents, smiled sweetly, and left slowly.
He was supported by an old slave left behind by his grandfather, and six friends were with him. His back was straight and he was fearless.
"You unfilial son..."
Someone seemed to be roaring behind him, but it had nothing to do with him.
The group left the Wang family.
When he walked to the door, Zheng Ruqian saw a familiar figure among the people following him. He opened his mouth to scream, but the person ran away.
"Ming..." The call that came to my mouth was swallowed back into my stomach.
Wang Mingyu, the second master of the Wang family, although he was a bastard in the past, he always wore a brocade robe and had a heroic appearance.
But just now, with unkempt hair and disheveled clothes, he was actually worse than a servant of the Wang family.
It's obviously a fight among the elders, but they want to involve the younger ones in a bet.
Wang Mingyu is a bastard, but not a bad person. If he is educated well, he should have a bright future.
Zheng Ruqian thought about it and took out a jade pendant from his arms, which was exactly what the two of them had chosen when they went to the market.
However, Baiwen's white jade was of low quality and the carving was clumsy, but the craftsman selling the jade pendant said he could carve names on it.
This immediately attracted Wang Mingyu. He bought a jade pendant, engraved it with his own words, and gave it to Zheng Ruqian.
What Zheng Ruqian took out now was not the one given by Wang Mingyu, but the one he later found a craftsman to carve with the word "Ruqian" on it.
After hanging the jade pendant at the gate of Wang's house, the group got into the carriage.
Not long after they left, the unkempt young man stooped his waist, picked up the jade pendant, and suddenly howled silently.
