Chapter 303

【...... wanting to get a yellow intestine topic, only afraid it's as hard as climbing to heaven.】

When this sentence swayed open in Du Shanü's mind, it was like a sunk stone entering the sea, actually......

There was hardly any echo.

She just couldn't help recalling the scene of her first meeting with Chen Weifang.

That day Du Shanü left early, bought three packs of "Gao Da" pastries costing two hundred wen each, and also brought a newly made Yuan Chong crossbow to meet the other party.

That day the weather was good, the land was good, and Afang's brows and eyes were also good.

He lingered within the old-colored door panels, his complexion pale and light, like an uncarved cold jade, also like a blotchy ancient painting.

At that time, Du Shanü, in order to recruit talent, wished she could beg grandparents, pester and nag to the point of even kowtowing two......

Although it might seem a bit out of place, what Chunri Jian once said is not wrong: "The more someone appears solemn and calm on the surface, the more they allow one to glimpse the madness beneath the lake."

Du Shanü can still recall that day when she wanted to climb through the window, Afang's face showed a sky‑collapsing, earth‑splitting......

That expression, looking back now, is also quite interesting.

Afang, Afang......

Afang has been following her for a very long time.

When she had almost nothing, when she still lived in a small mountain hollow outside Cang Cheng.

He practically put his own fortune and life on Du Shanü's shoulders, using his reputation as guarantee, using his official position as guarantee, in exchange for her startup capital.

Others either weren't as useful as he was, or, like Chunri Jian, could handle practical matters but had never shared her hardships or gone through that most miserable period with her.

Even if such a person openly harbored some private feelings for Chinu, how much worse could they possibly be?

After all, they simply wanted a yellow intestine topic; it's not like they violated heavenly law!

From ancient times to the present, although those who received this special favor are few, aren't there still some?

Doesn't Afang deserve it?

How could it be as hard as climbing to heaven?

Du Shanü felt a bit uneasy inside, and subconsciously thought that Fusouzi was sowing discord—

Nonsense!

It definitely can only be sowing discord!

Afang treats her so well that saying she can take as she pleases is not an exaggeration!

Following her all the way, jostling through various major cities, each time they arrived somewhere, not long after, whenever she called, they had to pack up their belongings, leave again, and start adapting and striving......

Although occasionally when offering ideas one can glimpse a bit of ruthlessness, her temperament is just like that—what can be done?

Moreover, she truly has enjoyed the conveniences brought by Afang!

Since she has received this convenience, there is even less reason to be harsh on Afang.

Now Fusouzi insists that Afang's obtaining a yellow intestine topic is as hard as climbing to heaven, and calls Afang a sycophant and a flatterer, acting as if she will later mistreat Afang, abandoning the mill and killing the ox—what else is this if not sowing discord?

What is a sycophant?

It is an official who uses power for personal gain and brings chaos to the court!

What is a flatterer?

It is an official who flatters the ruler to please them, harboring no intention to meddle in politics or disturb the state!

How could that be anything good?

You little brat, dare to say that about her family's Afang!

"It's utter nonsense!"

"...... You're spouting nonsense!"

Two voices rang out in unison; Du Shanü glanced at Chinu, who had spoken out in reproach alongside her, then turned her gaze, narrowing her eyes at the somewhat at‑a‑loss Fusouzi:

"Forget it, after thinking, I'll first grab this brat and give him a beating before we talk."

"Say it, do it!"

Chinu lunged forward and grabbed Fusouzi's collar at the back of the neck.

Fusouzi, being lifted like that, again began to wail and cry to heaven and earth:

"Waaah—why are you going to beat me again!"

"But I clearly didn't say anything wrong! My divination is very accurate, never mistaken!"

"You're making things difficult for me here; you'd better ask him himself whether he feels it's accurate—one's own fate is usually sensed by oneself—waaah, stop hitting, stop hitting, I was wrong, I really was wrong!!!"

Life is not easy; the Celestial Master sighed...... oh no, is begging for mercy.

Fusouzi was seized by the back of the neck of fate, receiving several blows of the "Five Finger Mountain," and finally submitted, forced to repeatedly beg for mercy, changing his tone to appease everyone's anger.

Du Shanü is not so easily pacified; her lingering anger remains, and she and Chinu roll up their sleeves, ready to fight.

In the formerly quiet study, the scene was utter chaos.

Yet Chen Weifang, who ought to have been the most distressed, reacted far less intensely than the others.

After all, no one knows better than he himself what he has done——

Intercepting letters, deceiving the Wise Lord, flattering superiors and bullying subordinates......

All these are things he is capable of doing.

The Wise Lord perhaps thinks they were mutual confidants supporting each other in their humble beginnings, but only he himself knows that he and Chinu are merely ants in an ant hill.

Ants toil year‑long for food, dwelling in the soil where no sunlight reaches......

Reasoning with ants is utterly unreasonable.

Because of Chinu, he extends his affection to Du Shanü's household—perhaps there is also a trace of genuine feeling he himself hasn't noticed.

However, if one day Du Shanü abandons Chinu, he will also leave without hesitation.

And if it is to prevent Du Shanü from abandoning Chinu, he will do whatever it takes.

Fuzouzi said he was a sycophant, a flatterer......

Upon careful thought, how could it not be so?

Accurate.

It is accurate.

This Fuzouzi, I think, really does have some skill.

Only a pity......

Only a pity, what he was given, however, turned out to be this result.

Chen Weifang slightly closed her eyes, withdrew her hand that had been hanging in the air for a long time, smoothed her sleeves, then spoke:

"Originally it was just a test; there's no need to make such a fuss."

"Wise Lord, Saner, you are not unaware that this person's prophecy is accurate, yet it is mostly fulfilled in an unimaginable way......"

The three people engaged in the fight all turned their heads; immediately, Chen Weifang heard her own ridiculous, false voice, and, smiling, she came to Fuzouzi's rescue, saying:

"Perhaps, what they mean to say now is not necessarily that meaning."

"I trust him, and I trust the Wise Lord. As for the future...... we'll have to wait another thirty or fifty years to see the outcome."

Fuzouzi's divination signs are remarkably accurate, yet he is not considered scheming.

Now, seeing that he was about to be hit, while the other party still came to his rescue, he was instantly moved, covered his head, and hurriedly said:

"Right, right!"

"Prophecies need to be interpreted; although I can see that his future will not be easy...... it might also have a reason."

What do you mean his days won't be easy?

Du Shanü, momentarily feeling fierce, flicked Fuzouzi's forehead again with a forceful finger snap:

"Do you still want to lie on my lap and sleep? If so, say less!"

Although I know Fuzouzi's divination is never false, perhaps another interpretation could be made.

But, but in Du Shanü's heart, this prophecy is truly too harsh to hear.

Du Shanü's expression was not pleasant, yet she felt that the promised Fuzouzi had completely come to life.

Fuzouzi was beaten; this time he not only did not resist, but even his eyes brightened:

"You, you mean you've agreed!?"

"That little Daoist will now go bathe and burn incense!!!"

?? There's a non-spoiler spoiler——

? In this story, Fuzouzi's divination is always accurate! Forever!

? However, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Derivation forty-nine, remove one to make the shield...... In the unseen, perhaps there will be a hint of change, or perhaps not.