After Fu Zhiyu left the Imperial Garden, he immediately sent someone to inquire about Xie Ke's situation.
This is not a secret. After all, the selection of imperial guards is a major event in the palace. It's just that he hasn't been out much recently and doesn't care about these things.
The palace servants acted quickly, and by the time Fu Zhiyu arrived at the Liuli Palace, the news had already been obtained.
It turned out that Xie Ke's selection as the imperial guard had something to do with him.
Because of the Binghu incident, the Queen Mother said at the time that she would reward him. Saving the prince was considered a meritorious service, so it was normal for him to be promoted to a minor official position.
In his previous life, when the emperor asked about it, Xie Ke politely declined the reward, saying only that saving the prince was his duty and that he wanted to get the reward based on his real talents. When the emperor heard him say this, he was not angry, but just smiled and praised the young man for his talent.
In a martial arts test not long after, Xie Ke won the first place with a huge advantage and became the real number one of the younger generation. The emperor remembered him especially because he was also the son of Xie Lin. General Xie was promoted by Fu Qingyan and contributed a lot to his throne. The emperor was very pleased on the spot and promoted him to the rank of fourth-rank captain, which was a meteoric rise for a 19-year-old boy.
Nowadays, the imperial guards are also of the fourth rank, which has a very different meaning.
Although there was a meaning of the emperor rewarding him for saving his life, and he was specially included in the candidates for consideration this time, the imperial guards were much more powerful than the captains, and the examination was extremely strict. Even Xie Lin's legitimate son and Xie Ke's half brother failed at the last stage and were not selected. Although Fu Zhiyu felt that this should not be a big deal for Xie Ke, he was obviously much more anxious this time than last time.
Fu Zhiyu didn't know what he was trying to do, but she felt that this person seemed to be paying special attention to her. That look...
He couldn't tell what it meant, he just felt extremely complicated.
Fu Zhiyu frowned. He had not forgotten why he had hurried back. After entering his palace, he dismissed the palace maids.
There were many silver needles for testing poison in the Glazed Palace. He tested his clothes, saliva, water he had come into contact with, etc., and finally determined preliminarily that there were problems to varying degrees.
My own blood was the most obvious. The silver needle reacted very quickly and turned red in an instant. Compared with the tea I had drunk, it was not so special. The silver needle had to be buried and soaked for a long time before a little bit of redding trend could be seen. After trying this repeatedly several times, the silver needle also underwent different changes, as if it had been polished, and was much brighter than other silver needles that I had not tried.
But he also knew that the silver needle detection method was relatively backward, simple and single, and the red turning situation had never occurred before. The means in this world were limited, and it was still impossible to determine what went wrong.
Fu Zhiyu walked a few steps in the room, and as if he had thought of something, he squeezed a drop of blood into the teacup, and then poured it all into the small pot of flowers by the window.
This was delivered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs yesterday. It has been well maintained during the winter, but it has been very cold recently and the leaves are a little wilted if you look closely. I'm afraid I'll have to replace it with a new one today.
But when he poured the cup of water, the flower seemed to come alive in an instant, like a magic trick, and the slightly yellowed leaves underneath also gradually changed. After a while, they had completely turned into the same look as when they were first delivered, lush and green, and pleasing to the eye.
Fu Zhiyu: “…”
Doesn’t that seem like a bad thing
The Lord God told him that every world is just a pile of data, so strictly speaking, every world cannot be explained by materialism. For example, if a flower in a world without superpowers suddenly turns into a stone, it is also normal. It’s just that there is a small error in the data during daily operation, which will be fixed soon.
The Lord God has his own set of operating rules, so the bug of Fu Zhiyu seems to be particularly strange. It cannot be repaired or cleared. At first, the Lord God suspected that he was carrying a virus and would infect other data, so he isolated him for a period of time. However, he could not find a way to detect him at that time, and other data in the world of "Leave a Name in History" did not have such a drastic change in personality, so he let it go.
But just because it didn't exist then doesn't mean it doesn't exist now.
The Lord God said before that he had mutated, and Fu Zhiyu now has reason to suspect that he really had produced some contagious virus because of the mutation.
But this "virus" is not necessarily bad, just like the flower in front of you, it is obviously getting better.
Fu Zhiyu did not do anything else with the pot of flowers. She just told the palace servants that it did not need to be replaced with a new one or moved away, but should be left where it was.
He spent more than a day observing it and saw that the flower was indeed getting better and better. The sudden improvement in its vitality was not his illusion nor a last gasp.
When he woke up the next morning, he saw that the flower had actually sprouted several pink buds, like tiny grains of rice, huddled among a pile of green leaves.
Caimei, the maidservant beside his mother, came to make his bed. She was lively by nature and couldn't help but say, "It's really strange that flowers in this winter are so beautiful.
It's growing so well, and it looks like it's about to bloom. Master, can you move it inside? It's warmer in the house."
"No need," Fu Zhiyu waved his hand, "Just leave it there."
Most of his guesses were verified and he was in a good mood, but apart from this, Fu Zhiyu also wanted to know if there were any other changes in himself.
Although he had mostly pretended to be sick before, he was weakened for a long time by the golden needles given by Doctor Chen, and it was only in the last few days that he had fully recovered his strength.
Fu Zhiyu tried it last night and felt a little more confident. He looked on the shelf in the study, picked up a pen at random, pinched it between his index and middle fingers, and then applied a little force. The pen broke and fell silently on the carpet at his feet.
When he tried last night, he found that he could easily break off the carved wooden lion on the bedside table. Although he pushed it back guiltily, the tottering lion stared at him with angry eyes, reminding him that changes had indeed taken place in his body.
After several experiments, Fu Zhiyu felt that he could fully control this power and there would be no chance of failure. He had not discovered it in the previous few days because he had not tried it.
In his previous life, he practiced martial arts and fought in the battlefield, but he didn't have this much strength back then. This time, he used the serious illness as an excuse, saying that his body wasn't doing well, which meant to the outside world that he would not practice martial arts anymore, and he would never show off his talents.
It’s good to have this ability nowadays.
Fu Zhiyu thought about it as he bent down to pick up the two pieces of pen that had fallen on the ground. At the same time, he realized that his own mutation would not have any impact on his original plan, but instead made him feel more confident.
He promised to protect his mother, and he didn't intend to fight for power, but he had to at least have the ability to protect himself. Although he now had the favor of Emperor Qingyuan and no one dared to offend Liuli Palace, Fu Zhiyu knew clearly that the old emperor could not hold on for many more years.
By then, he didn't think the prince and his men would let him and his mother go easily, and finding a chance to escape wouldn't be as easy as it said.
Being low-key does not mean doing nothing. Only by learning to plan ahead can he get the long-term ordinary life he wants.
If you think about it, it’s about this time.
Fu Zhiyu looked at the sky outside, thinking silently in his heart that after the ceremony for his mother, the Imperial Noble Consort, was completed, it would be time for him to leave the palace. Xie Ke's appointment was secondary, as he had more important things to do.