"Then let's eat something else," Xie Ke looked at him greedily, and started to find a topic again. He pushed the plate of desserts in front of him, and looked at him with eyes so gentle that they seemed to be able to squeeze water out of them, "This thousand-layer cake is good."
Fu Zhiyu took a look but did not make any move. His tone was still calm: "Young Master Xie, didn't you want to talk to me? No need to do these things. Is there anything you need my help with?"
Xie Ke shook his head, forced himself to straighten his face, and said, "No, although I am a military general, I have long heard of King Zhao's talent and have long admired him. When I learned that the one rescued from the icy lake was His Royal Highness King Zhao, I caught a glimpse of him. During this period of time, I have been worried about your safety. Later, by chance, I met King Zhao several times, and I just felt... I just felt... Now I dare to say these words, hoping that King Zhao can give me a chance, and... maybe, it would be good if you can see me more often on weekdays."
Xie Ke had gone over these words in his mind many times, but after he finished saying them in one breath, he just wanted to hit himself on the head.
Mingming always felt like he had a lot to say every time he saw Zhiyu, but when he actually said it, he stumbled and spoke incoherently. He was afraid that he might be a little rude and offensive, and he was also afraid that Zhiyu would not be able to sense the affection he wanted to express.
After saying this, he felt confused and his face turned red. It was completely different from what he had thought at the beginning. He was like a novice who had never been in a relationship and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
Obviously, he has played the leading role so many times, traveled through so many worlds, and experienced so many different emotional lines, so he has some experience. Xie Ke was still thinking about how to do all the good things he remembered to Zhiyu this time, and try to make up for him and make him the happiest and happiest person in the world.
But Xie Ke has only now discovered that when a man is truly facing the person he loves, he will never be as comfortable as when he is acting according to a plot. He now knows what it feels like to be in first love. It is uneasy, as if one's heart is hanging in mid-air, yet one can taste a hint of sweetness from it.
But Fu Zhiyu, who was listening on the other side, just frowned.
"Talent and reputation?" His face was already very cold, as if he could no longer stay here. "If it's because of this, Young Master Xie doesn't have to worry so much. I don't have these things anymore."
"That's not what I meant!" Xie Ke was a little flustered when he heard this, "I just want to... do my best to take care of Prince Zhao."
For the first time, he realized that he was so dumb in speaking that he couldn't explain himself clearly.
"This prince does not need your care. There are many palace maids and servants to take care of him," Fu Zhiyu said. He added word by word, "It is not your turn to feel pity."
Fu Zhiyu felt that she understood part of Xie Ke's thoughts. It was not because of love, but because of guilt, right
Anyway, he has successfully completed the mission, done the important things, and earned points. Now that he has come to his senses, he feels uneasy and seems to have some regrets, so he turns back to look for himself
After achieving success, one wants to make up for the psychological shortcomings, which is a nice thought.
This world was restarted because of Xie Ke, but not everything has to go according to his ideas.
Fu Zhiyu felt that the conversation could not continue today, and his face turned completely cold.
Xie Ke also sensitively felt that the atmosphere was heading in a wrong direction. He was at a loss as to what to do and didn't understand why Zhiyu had such a bad impression of him.
Logically speaking, even if he didn't remember the time he saved him and missed the moment of love at first sight, he shouldn't be so cold. Xie Ke knew Zhiyu's temper very well. He really hated Zhiyu to the extreme, so he spoke like that.
Fu Zhiyu didn't bother to care what Xie Ke thought. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was already late. He stood up from his seat and prepared to return to the palace.
But at this moment, Yuan Mingdao showed half of his face from the door of the private room, blinked his eyes, and gave a strange smile. No one knew how long he had been hiding there listening, and the two small canine teeth on his lips revealed a malicious meaning.
"Brother," he ran in from the door, stretched out his little hand towards Fu Zhiyu, and said to him in a baby voice, "Hold me."
Fu Zhiyu had no choice but to pick him up and pat him on the back. His tone softened instantly, and he was completely different from when he was facing Xie Ke just now: "Are you getting anxious waiting? It's okay, we'll go back now."
Xie Ke stood up at once and was about to stop Fu Zhiyu, but he saw the little ghost in green clothes with his face on Zhiyu's shoulder, facing him. His green eyes were slightly narrowed, and he gave him a meaningful and sarcastic smile.
This smile looked a little strange on the face of a ten-year-old child, as if there was an adult underneath that small body.
Xie Ke felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he stopped right where he was just as he took a step forward.
He had just been looking at Zhiyu and hadn't seen the child's face. Only now did he recognize that it was Yuanming Dao.
But this shouldn't be the case. Yuan Mingdao didn't meet Zhiyu at this time. Why did it happen so many days in advance
Xie Ke thought back to what he had experienced with Zhiyu after he came back, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
All these things gradually pointed to a possibility that he was most reluctant to face.
Zhiyu, does he remember what happened before
Those unpleasant memories that Xie Ke wanted to erase, the past that made him feel so painful every time he touched it...
It turns out that Zhiyu remembers everything
He stood there stupidly, his mind in a mess. Even when Fu Zhiyu had turned around and left, he forgot to go over and hold him back.
"I..." He murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "I'm sorry..."
After Fu Zhiyu returned to the carriage, he breathed a sigh of relief and then closed all the curtains again.
The royal carriages are all specially made. Once they are fully closed, as long as the voices inside are low, no one outside can hear them.
Besides, this was the one used in winter, and the curtain covering the window was half a finger thick, so Fu Zhiyu had no reservations when talking to Yuan Mingdao inside. He just picked out the key points and briefly talked about everything that had happened during this period.
Fu Zhiyu had never thought of telling them about the system and the Lord God. Even if he really told them such things, people in this world would not be able to understand what they were. He just followed Yuan Ming Dao and explained all of this as "rebirth."
"Wait," Yuan Mingdao was puzzled. "Master, I just overheard something, but I didn't hear it clearly. I just felt that Xie Ke had changed a lot, so I wondered if he was the same as us. But I didn't expect that he didn't guess that the master was also reborn? You have obviously changed a lot during this period of time."
Fu Zhiyu thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he thinks that if I had the memory of my past life, I would never drink the bowl of medicine."
Yuan Mingdao was a little worried when he heard him say that: "Will I disrupt the master's plan? Now that he sees me, he should have noticed something is wrong. After all, the time we met was so much earlier."
"Nothing," Fu Zhiyu said, "I didn't expect to keep it a secret from him for long. He will know it sooner or later."
Moreover, if he knew that he remembered clearly everything about his previous life, he might have given up sooner, realizing that there was no possibility for him and her.