You Are Not the Only Rich Chapter 49

"Will the Seventh Prince and the Emperor really go to war?" Oliver continued asking even after he finished his bath and got into bed, "You said before that the Seventh Prince has no interest in the country."
"I'm not interested, but if Chu Yuan threatens the Qijue Kingdom, Mu Hanye will naturally not let it go." Asher hugged him into his arms, "Chu Yuan has become more and more smart and powerful in the past few years. , I guess only he knows what is going on in his head."
"Being the emperor is so tiring." Oliver changed into a comfortable position, "I'm not comfortable at all."
"That's right." Asher nodded, "I can't squat on the street and eat wonton noodles, and I can't do whatever I want."
"These two things have nothing to do with each other." Oliver said sharply and quickly, "And even you can't do whatever you want."
Asher:...
"Sleep!" Oliver hugged the quilt and ran to the corner.
Palace Master Qin's plaintive voice came from behind, "I haven't k!ssed my belly yet tonight."
"This part is cancelled." Oliver said coldly.
"I can't sleep without k!ssing you." Asher insisted.
"Then don't sleep." Oliver covered her head, "Go out for a walk by yourself."
"Okay, then I'll go play with my son." Asher sat up.
"It's asleep!" Oliver threw off the quilt and glared at him. If he woke it up, it would chirp all night long.
"Then k!ss my belly." The topic returned to the beginning.
Oliver:...
Asher was very excited, pushed his little jacket up a little, and started to set the project every night.
Oliver lay on his back on the bed, feeling that his stomach was wet and warm, and itchy from being swept around by his hair, so he laughed stupidly, and his stomach trembled along with it.
"What are you laughing at?" Asher looked up at him.
"You are like a big dog." Oliver pinched his chin and acted like a hooligan.
Asher came up to him and bit his cheek, leaving a shallow tooth mark, "This is how he is called a big dog."
"Go to bed early." Oliver patted his back, "Good night."
"Dream about me." Asher k!ssed the corner of his lips again, then gently hugged the person into his arms, waving his hand to extinguish the lights on the table.
The palm wind brought up a drop of wax, which fell in a semi-solidified state onto the fur ball's head.
... The ball of fur in his sleep was completely unaware. He just vaguely felt his head was warm and quite comfortable. So he changed his direction with satisfaction and continued to sleep soundly.
The next morning, the little phoenix woke up before everyone else, kicked its paws lazily, then twisted and turned and struggled to crawl out of its nest. It ran a few steps on the table and suddenly remembered that it could fly, so it twisted and turned and struggled to crawl back to its nest, spread its wings again, and flew out. Then it happily ran to look in the mirror again - as a radiant little phoenix, it must be very beautiful!
The fur ball in the mirror was still very cool and handsome, so Little Phoenix shook his head with satisfaction. Just as he was about to call Oliver and Asher, he suddenly felt that something was wrong in the mirror, so he took a closer look suspiciously. The whole bird was stunned! Because it found that there was a red mass on its hairy head, and even the stupid hair was suppressed!
"Chirp!!!!!!" Furball shook his head vigorously.
That must not be thrown away.
The fur ball took a deep breath and flapped its short wings hard again.
The red dot is still there!
Maoqiu thought about it carefully for half a stick of incense, and then consciously summarized it as the majestic phoenix feathers on his brothers' heads! He's grown up a little bit more... Maoqiu was so excited that he quickly threw himself on Oliver's bed, "Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!!"
Asher pinched its mouth.
... The furry little black-eyed boy is very angry, let him go quickly.
"What do you call it so early in the morning?" Asher poked its belly, "Ling'er is still sleeping."
The fur ball flapped its wings desperately.
Oliver woke up in a daze and rubbed Asher's chest, "You bullied your son again."
"I didn't!" Palace Master Qin quickly let go of his hand.
"Chiu!" The fur ball jumped into Oliver's arms.
"Why are you so happy?" Oliver stretched and then rubbed its head out of habit, but felt that something was wrong.
"Chuck!" Maoqiu twisted his neck hard to show him his new look!
"How did you get wax on your head?" Oliver frowned and reached out to gently peel it off.
Hairball:...
"Let's go play with the secret guards." Oliver threw the wax oil on the ground.
The furball's eyes followed the wax oil, slightly dull.
Oliver wondered, "What happened to my son?"
"Have you been scalded silly by the wax?" Asher showed his true colors as a stepfather as always at the critical moment.
Oliver rubbed it.
Maoqiu sat down on the quilt.
Oliver:...
"...Chirp." Furball jumped to the ground and squatted sadly next to Wax Oil.
"I'll take it to see Brother Ye." Oliver felt uneasy.
Furball pushed the wax oil with his head, trying to stick it back again, but it definitely failed.
Maoqiu was heartbroken.
After checking it, Ye Jin felt that there was nothing wrong with it. She asked again what happened in the morning, and then said, "I think it looks good to have a ball of wax on its head."
Oliver:...
What the hell is this aesthetic.
The fur ball curled up into a ball, revealing one eye and looking at Shen Xiaoshou very aggrievedly.
Asher lit a candle casually, then poured a drop of wax oil on the table. When the temperature was no longer hot, he pinched it and placed it on his son's head, and then held it in front of the bronze mirror.
Hairball:...
"Are you sure that's the reason?" Oliver felt guilty, "It doesn't look like it's getting better."
Maoqiu stared at Maoqiu in the mirror for a full half of the stick of incense before he finally understood, and felt a little disappointed.
"Where are the secret guards?" Oliver asked, "Why didn't I hear any noise?" If he had encountered such a situation in the past, he would have come in to express his comfort and sympathy!
"Went to find out the news." Asher said to Oliver.
"What are you trying to find out?" Oliver asked while eating a bun.
"How many sect leaders have come to Zitong Town?" Asher said, "and spread some new rumors."
"New rumor?" Oliver was puzzled.
"The news that came out earlier was that the sword kiln in Zhujian Villa was blown up." Asher said, "Now that the heads of various factions are here, naturally they will soon know that the sword kiln is actually fine, so we have to replace it with a new one." Excuse."
Oliver became interested, "What is it?"
"Actually, the c0ncubine did not blow up the sword kiln, but took away the treasure." Asher said, "This treasure plays a vital role in the sword-making process and is absolutely indispensable."
"And when the sect leader needs to cause trouble in the future, he will say that the baby's name is Xuan Haiyu?" Oliver guessed along his lines, "No one has heard of Xuan Haiyu before, so they will believe whatever the rumors say. At that time, we can also achieve the purpose of putting pressure on Feng Yunlie."
"That's right." Asher nodded.
Oliver sighed, "I'm afraid that Baijian Villa will be destroyed in his hands."
"You brought this upon yourself." Asher helped him straighten his collar. "If you just colluded with the Zhou Dynasty and secretly kept the Xuanhai Jade, it's really not a big deal in my eyes; but for forging a sword and harming innocent people, it's not a pity to die ten thousand times. No matter how good a sword is, it's for eliminating violence and protecting the good. There's absolutely no such thing as letting innocent people sacrifice in order to forge a good sword."
"Yeah." Oliver nodded, "You act most like a hero at times like these."
"Is there ever a time when I don't look like that?" Asher asked back.
"Except when you are sleeping, you never look like you." Ye Jin passed by the door and complained.
Oliver retorted in his heart that in fact, it was not like that even when he was sleeping, because a hero would definitely not do things like touching bu.ttocks or pinching belly, and he would definitely not want to do that on horseback.
Simply perverted.
Two days later, Asher secretly turned back with Oliver and returned to Zitong Town.
There are already many sect leaders in the town, but firstly, everyone still has hope for Baijian Villa, secondly, Feng Yunlie's attitude is also very good, and thirdly, Zhuiying Palace is secretly controlling the situation, so they have not caused trouble in the villa, but just stayed in the inn.
"Feng Yunlie has already started making swords?" Oliver overheard someone saying.
"If we don't forge the sword soon, the Sword Worship Villa will be destroyed." Asher said, "We will take them there tonight to find out what's going on."
At midnight, Asher and Oliver changed into night clothes and sneaked into Baijian Villa as if they were familiar with the route.
There were still no people guarding the sword-making room, so the two of them quickly slipped into one of the rooms and saw that there was still some charcoal left in the kiln, which was slightly hot but not completely extinguished, obviously to make it easier to start a fire next time.
"They have really started forging the sword." Oliver said, "Then we will be able to see the truth tomorrow."
"There's no need to lurk until tomorrow." Asher pulled him out of the sword kiln and flew to hide in a big tree, "You can do it now."
In the dark night, bursts of bells rang from afar, strange and eerie.
A group of torches slowly approached, and Asher reached out to cover his eyes.
Oliver said helplessly, "I'm not that timid."
"I know." Asher still didn't put his hand down, "I don't want you to see these things."
Knowing that he wanted to protect herself, Oliver didn't say anything more and took the initiative to bury her face in his chest.
But even without watching it, you can roughly guess what the scene is.
Asher frowned as he looked at the group of people, or rather the living dead, who were gradually approaching.
Except for the first few servants and guards, the remaining thirty or so men in white all had expressionless faces and walked forward slowly step by step, exactly the same as what the two had seen before.
In the desolate night, the torches flickered slightly, illuminating these expressionless pale faces. Even Asher, who was used to traveling around the world, couldn't help but feel a little numb in his back - not because of fear, but because of a feeling of excitement. A kind of coolness that comes from the heart.
If a person is harmed like this, it would be better for him to die.
This is what it means to be worse off than dead.
"How's it going?" Oliver asked in a low voice.
"It wouldn't be too much if Feng Yunlie died ten thousand times." Asher said in a cold voice as he watched the team enter the sword-making kiln.