"Prince Zhao." When Old Master Yuan saw him come in, his face was obviously happy, and his beard stood up. However, he still abided by the rules of etiquette and brought his wife to pay him a proper salute. However, he was quickly helped up by Fu Zhiyu.
"Please don't be like this. There are no outsiders here now. You know my temper. When have you ever cared about these rules?" Fu Zhiyu said softly, "Please sit down."
The old man was helped up by him, but he still waved his hand and said seriously: "Etiquette cannot be abolished."
Fu Zhiyu and Imperial Noble Consort Yun had discussed the matter of pretending to be sick seriously, and neither of them planned to tell the old master. He was too upright and could not act. Although it made him worried, there was nothing they could do. They could only wait until this period was over and explain to him when they really didn't need to pretend anymore.
"Let me see him," the old lady's eyes turned red as she saw him. "He has suffered so much from this serious illness. I couldn't sleep all night, and the master has been sighing all the time."
Fu Zhiyu turned around to show her that he was fine, and then said, "It's all over. It's okay."
After the examination, the old lady wiped her eyes and quickly remembered something. She pulled him to the dining table and sat him down. "Then eat something quickly. I specially stewed this meat. King Zhao has loved it since he was a child. Eat quickly and gain more meat. It's good for your health!"
The bowls that the elder lady prepared for him were particularly large, larger than Fu Zhiyu's face, and the stewed beef inside was piled up like a small mountain. There was nothing he could do about it; it was like this every time he came.
"Whose child is this?" Madam Yuan Lao glanced and only then noticed Yuan Mingdao standing aside. Her first reaction was to touch his smiling face distressedly, "Why is he so thin? You can tell from the looks of it that he hasn't had enough to eat. Come on, come on, eat a bowl of meat first!"
Fu Zhiyu: “…”
The elder lady is like this. If she stays here for half a day, she can gain three pounds.
But it was also because of this that Yuan Mingdao grew very fast during the time he lived here. He suddenly grew from a shabby boy into a handsome young man, and later he was half a head taller than Fu Zhiyu.
Yuan Mingdao was pressed down on a chair beside the dining table by Madam Yuan Lao. His hand holding the chopsticks was obviously shaking. He looked at the big bowl of meat and swallowed with some fear, as if he recalled something.
Fu Zhiyu and Yuan Mingdao sat at the table and ate for an entire afternoon before they barely finished the bowl of meat.
Yuan Mingdao had indeed eaten a lot today. Fu Zhiyu had been feeding him non-stop in the morning, and he ate so much again in the afternoon. He rubbed his stomach and kept burping.
No one could resist the enthusiasm of the elder lady. Besides, she was also a martial artist and had great strength. Anyway, those who were forced to sit on the chair and eat meat by her would never leave unless they finished the meat in the bowl.
Fu Zhiyu also told his family everything he needed to say that afternoon, except for those things that could not be disclosed. After listening to them, the master and the old lady of the Yuan family felt much more relieved.
In addition, Fu Zhiyu also brought a lot of things, including gold, silver, clothes, and some supplements. Several large boxes were piled in the yard. After he explained everything to the Yuan family's housekeeper, he turned around and said to them, "In a few days, I will find a chance to send you to the palace. Mother misses you too."
"Okay, okay," the elder lady nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you stay a little longer? At least have dinner."
"… I'm really full," Fu Zhiyu felt that his throat was full of food. Not to mention dinner, he was afraid that he wouldn't have to eat tomorrow. "I'll come again when everyone in the family is together."
Fu Zhiyu was referring to his two uncles, who were both away from home. But he remembered that his elder uncle would return to Beijing to report on his work in the early spring of next year, and his younger uncle's caravan would also be back.
He had important matters to discuss with these two men.
Winter is almost over and spring is not far away.
"Ming Dao," Fu Zhiyu said, and then turned to the child and held out his hand, "Let's go, we still have things to do."
Yuan Mingdao was standing by the dining table burping. He had been looking at Fu Zhiyu in the yard from afar, but he didn't expect that he would turn around and reach out to him.
He was stunned for a long while, even forgetting to burp. He walked to Fu Zhiyu in a daze and held her hand.
The master's hands are so soft, he thought secretly.
Fu Zhiyu led him to the carriage and looked at the sky. It was already late, at dusk, and he would have to return to the palace in about an hour.
He had not forgotten about visiting the Xie family, but in his opinion, this matter was not as important as Yuan Mingdao and the Yuan family. He had deliberately delayed it until this point in time, just to make way and give a gift. Anyway, as long as the etiquette was thorough, no one could find fault with it. What happened to Xie Ke yesterday made him more determined.
I really don’t want to say another word to the protagonist. God knows what he will do.
Yuan Mingdao sat in the carriage, his expression still dazed, as if he was in some confusion.
"Isn't it strange that I didn't leave you in the Yuan family?" Fu Zhiyu felt his gaze, glanced at him, and added, "Just like in the last life?"
When Yuan Mingdao heard this, he suddenly looked up at him.
"Why are you so surprised?" Fu Zhiyu smiled at him. "I guessed something when I first saw you. You found a chance to let the other children in the carriage go, right? You were the only one who didn't run away. Did you want to come to the capital to see me?"
Yuan Mingdao seemed to be still in shock. He opened his mouth but did not answer.
"You," Fu Zhiyu found him cute and funny when she saw him like this. She stretched out her hand and pinched his face, saying, "You can see it with a little observation. It's not a difficult thing. Why, only you can be reborn, but I can't?"
The ten-year-old Yuan Mingdao and the grown-up Yuan Mingdao are very different in some habits and actions. Especially when he was at the Yuan family, his attitude and expression towards Madam Yuan were obviously not the same as when he first met her. It's not like Fu Zhiyu really had a problem with his brain, it was obvious enough.
"Master!" Yuan Mingdao threw himself into his arms, his voice choked with sobs, "I..."
"It's okay, tell me slowly." Fu Zhiyu said, patting his back gently, "A lot of things happened after I came back, I'll tell you bit by bit."
If Yuan Mingdao had not been reborn, Fu Zhiyu would never have brought him back to the palace. It was very dangerous to leave a ten-year-old child in the palace. He was afraid that Mingdao could easily be used by the Third Prince and the Crown Prince. It would be much safer in the Yuan Mansion.
But now that Yuan Ming Dao has been reborn, he can understand and reason with many things, so it is okay to bring him into the palace, at least he will not be easily harmed by others. Besides, anyone with a little bit of common sense in the palace will not harm Liuli Palace at this time. Anyway, Liuli Palace is not a threat now. There is no benefit in taking it, but there will be endless troubles.
In this situation, Fu Zhiyu felt that there was no need to separate from Yuan Mingdao.
The child was sobbing, and although he wanted to speak, he couldn't utter a few words clearly. Fu Zhiyu was not in a hurry. He knew that this incident was a big shock to him and he needed some time to digest it.
"Master," Yuan Mingdao said while sobbing, "I... I really regret it. I was impulsive at that time and left rashly, leaving you alone in the palace without anyone to take care of you. Ugh... it's all my fault."
"How can I blame you?" Fu Zhiyu stroked his soft hair and comforted him softly, "At that time, I hadn't realized that Ming Dao was willing to sacrifice his life for me. It also gave me a thought before I died. I felt that I was not such a failure as a human being, and there were still people who were willing to treat me sincerely.
By the way, there was another maid in the palace, her name was Qiu Rong, she accompanied me on my last journey, she was young and very lively, I am very grateful to her. But judging by the age, she should be only about five or six years old now, and she doesn’t look like a native of the capital, and it is even possible that her name was changed after entering the palace. I was groggy all day at that time, and I don’t remember much about her. Now I really have no way to find her, and I don’t know if I can see her again in this life. ”
But when Fu Zhiyu was halfway through his words, the carriage stopped.
Fu Zhiyu frowned. They had not walked for long and should not have left the Yuan family's street yet. The Xie Mansion was still quite far away from here.
At this moment, the voice of the guard outside the car came in: "Prince Zhao, someone stopped the car, it was... Xie Ke from the Xie family."