After all, the two of them had been model ruler and subject for a lifetime. Although they did break down a bit in the end, they really had a falling out in this life, and they were always yelling at each other like enemies.
"Okay, I didn't come here to fight with you so late at night," Shen Yang said, rubbing his brows, sighing, and then said, "I thought about it and it's better for us to cooperate. Xie Ke, I promise that I can provide you with the greatest help, which will definitely be better than in the last life.
After the imperial examination, I have made a serious plan. Even if I seize this opportunity now, it will still be difficult to protect Zhiyu in the short term. Without a background, I can't even get close to him and say a few words. His brain is broken again. If he is really bullied in the palace, what can I do? "
When Shen Yang talked about Fu Zhiyu, he couldn't hide his worry on his face, as if he was an old father who worked hard and had more territorial jurisdiction than Emperor Qingyuan.
Xie Ke sneered and said, "After all the calculations, my way is still the fastest, right?"
"You don't have to say it so harshly," Shen Yang said, "To put it bluntly, we each take what we need and use each other."
Xie Ke looked at him, but something else was on his mind.
He knew that Zhiyu had never believed that she had fallen in love with him, and she only thought that she was making up for her regrets and would give up soon. He had no way to defend himself, so he had to use practical actions to show whether he was deeply in love or guilty.
To be fair, Shen Yang is the one who feels truly guilty.
His guilt was so deep that his obsession was so strong that the data refused to disappear and returned with the entire restarted world.
Xie Ke knew in his heart that Yuan Mingdao might just be loyal. He and Zhiyu were too far apart in age, and Zhiyu raised him as a younger brother. It is not only love between people that can make people risk their lives, many kinds of emotions can do so.
But when Xie Ke saw that Zhiyu was so gentle to Yuan Mingdao, but so cold and indifferent to him, refusing to say a word, he felt uncomfortable all over, and the jealousy in his heart blinded his eyes.
Obviously... In the previous life, Zhiyu was only so good to me, and the look in his eyes when he looked at me was soft. Not like now
But if he really killed that little brat, there would be no possibility for him and Zhiyu to be together.
Thinking of this, he sighed and didn't want to talk to Shen Yang anymore. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's not certain whether you can survive this fraud case. If you can get out of it safely, come find me again. I'm not interested in chatting with a dying person right now."
Shen Yang also knew that this was Xie Ke's style of speaking. He rolled his eyes, said perfunctorily, "You should also go to bed early," and left quickly.
He understood the hidden meaning of Xie Ke's words. He wanted to see how his methods in this fraud case would perform and whether he could really use them to his advantage.
Fu Zhiyu in the Glazed Palace didn't care about these things. Today he was lazily lying on the rattan chair in the yard, stretching out his hand to touch the melon on the table to eat.
The fraud case was getting worse and worse. It was spreading all over the city. The Censorate investigated for a long time, and more and more people were implicated, including the newly crowned number one scholar. The emperor lost his temper again in the court today. It was said that he threw memorials all over the floor and cursed very badly.
Fu Zhiyu finished eating the melon in his hand and turned over again.
The spring sun is so comfortable, and the flowers and plants in the yard are growing well. The forsythia petals are bigger and denser than those elsewhere, forming golden waterfalls. Bees and butterflies are flying among them, like a painting.
Yuan Ming Dao is in the center of the painting. He is practicing boxing and has been practicing for more than an hour without stopping.
"Alright, alright," Fu Zhiyu had been watching for a long time and couldn't help interrupting him, "Don't practice for so long. You're just a kid, why are you in such a hurry? Come, have a sip of sweet soup and take a rest before you talk."
Yuan Mingdao listened to him, stopped his posture, ran towards Fu Zhiyu, took the bowl from him, and drank a big mouthful of the lotus seed sweet soup. The soup had already cooled down, and drinking it at this time, the lotus seeds in it were chewy and glutinous, not to mention how refreshing it was.
After finishing the soup, Yuan Mingdao sat down on the side. He was sweating all over and didn't dare to touch Fu Zhiyu, who was clean all over. He just observed for a while and said confidently: "The master has gained weight."
"Is there?" Fu Zhiyu slowly raised his hand, touched the flesh on his face, and pinched his arm. It was indeed a little soft.
Yuan Mingdao quickly added: "It's a good thing. The master suffered a lot in the winter. He is so thin that the bones of his wrists are visible. His waist is thinner than the girl's."
He gestured with his hands and used his limited vocabulary to flatter Fu Zhiyu: "But the master is beautiful no matter what. She is beautiful when she is thin or fat. She is more beautiful than others."
Fu Zhiyu has been in a good mood lately. He eats whatever he wants and is too lazy to move, so naturally he gains weight. However, Yuan Mingdao did not lie. After gaining some weight, he is indeed more handsome than before. He is no longer as thin as a piece of paper that would fall down if the wind blew.
To Fu Zhiyu, the scene in the garden looked like a painting, and to others it was even more so to him.
The 17-year-old boy was wearing green clothes, lying on the chaise longue in the pavilion, with his black hair too lazy to be tied up. He seemed to have a faint scent of plants and trees, and I felt calm when I approached him. Looking more closely, this man felt a little stuffy in the spring, and he didn't even wear shoes. Anyway, he didn't ask anyone to come in to serve him, so he did what he wanted. His white feet hung on the edge of the chaise longue, swinging from time to time, as if they were carved from a whole piece of white jade.
The whole person seemed to be glowing there, and no one could take their eyes away.
"Oh, right," Fu Zhiyu moved, as if remembering something, and looked carefully at Yuan Mingdao's arms and calves, and asked, "You have been drinking my blood for quite a while, how is your training now? Much better than in your last life, right?"
"Of course," Yuan Mingdao raised his head and said proudly, "Now that my Ren and Du meridians are open, I have a solid foundation, so I can avoid many detours. But my body is smaller now, so I am still at a disadvantage when fighting against adults. If I continue like this, and practice for a few more months, I will be able to recover to the level of my previous life, and further progress will naturally be just around the corner."
At this point, he became a little worried, and took Fu Zhiyu's hand and said, "Master, you'd better not draw blood for me anymore. Didn't you say that it would be effective as long as I stay with you? The Yuan family of Imperial Concubine Yun really needs it, they are recuperating, but I've really had enough now, and it would hurt you if you draw too much blood."
Fu Zhiyu raised his finger and tapped his worried little head, saying with a smile: "How much of my blood can you eat? For you few people, everything you eat is diluted again and again. When you ate it for the first time, it was just a drop, and it took a long time to disappear, just like an elixir. How dare I give it to people like this
In the past few months, she only consumed a tiny amount of blood. I only asked Doctor Chen to draw blood once. The thumb-sized jade bottle was not even full when my mother started shaking. That’s it. She hasn’t finished consuming it yet. You guys… It’s just that little. It won’t kill anyone.”
He just melted the blood into pine nut candy and pear paste to make it easier to swallow and also to cover it up. It's easy to say to my mother, but Yuanfu and Xu Daxueshi can't give people medicine for no reason.
Ever since Imperial Doctor Chen developed the pills that were all warming and tonic herbs and had no side effects, Fu Zhiyu started making all of them. If you really looked into it, you wouldn't find anything. Other doctors would think that the ingredients were fine and would even praise it as a really good thing.
Pills are easier to preserve than other foods, and he doesn't need to draw blood frequently. Fu Zhiyu is worried that it will be unhygienic if he draws blood too frequently. Besides, he has read a lot of books in the system space and knows that blood will be metabolized. It is not gone after it is drawn, and it will not be drawn into a human body as Yuan Mingdao imagined, so he is not worried at all.
He had several boxes of these pills in his hand, all of which were made last time. It was not easy for Doctor Chen to make something secretly, and Fu Zhiyu also gave him a box. He didn't know that the medicine in these pills was the water mixed with the blood he drew last time, and maybe he guessed a little, but anyway, he just had to do what his master said.
As for the pain that Doctor Chen felt when he was doing it, it was like a mosquito bite to him, nothing. Compared with the effectiveness, it could be ignored.
"Besides, if I don't rely on this, how can I support mother and you in the future?"
"Ah?" Yuan Mingdao was confused. He really hadn't expected this. After being picked up by Fu Zhiyu, he never worried about money again in his two lives.
"Aren't we very rich?" Yuan Mingdao wondered. The clothes he was wearing were enough to feed an ordinary family for a year if left outside. "Do we still need to worry about this?"
"We are on the run, kid," Fu Zhiyu sat up from the chaise longue, "of course the lighter you are, the better. Would you dare to run with gold and silver? Even if you bring lighter jade jewelry to exchange for money, many of the ones we use now have royal emblems. The pawnshop will know it at a glance, so how dare they exchange money for you
Even if I did take out some invisible money, I could have exchanged it for money, but I can't live off it or rely on my uncle for support forever, right?"
It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. He is not going to take his mother and Mingdao out to suffer. Naturally, everything has to be planned carefully, including money.
Yuan Mingdao thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the truth.
"I, I'm easy to support," he said, still trying to dispel Fu Zhiyu's idea, "It doesn't cost much, and I'm very good at martial arts, so I can make money back."
But Yuan Mingdao thought about it again and wanted to find an example of how Fu Zhiyu could make a lot of money. However, it was not difficult to make a little money with high martial arts skills, but it was a bit difficult to make a lot of money immediately, unless you killed people and robbed them.
Fu Zhiyu patted his head soothingly, telling him not to worry, and said, "Don't worry, I know my limits. Even if I want to sell it, I won't sell too much to others, and I won't reveal the ingredients. I'll sell it little by little. Scarcity makes things valuable. This is enough to feed a few of us. Besides, although we can't always eat at my uncle's house, we can still use his connections."
When Yuan Jiangwen was young, he was on the business route, which was indeed very hard. He started out selling things like tea and silk, and later he began to trade in all kinds of things, making a fortune by earning the price difference between countries. It is said that he also led a fleet out to sea during this period.
In recent years, he has grown old and can no longer run, and the various caravans have been run in a proper manner, with profits far less than at the beginning. Yuan Jiangwen began to settle down and run a bank, pawnshop or restaurant in the south, and unexpectedly made more money than before.
In the capital, merchants are not valued, as if they are inferior to others. Families with a little money will send their children to study and take exams. But it is different in the south. I heard that merchants have a high status there, the market is prosperous, the market is lit all night, and there is a constant flow of people. Many merchants are rich enough to rival a country, and it is not uncommon for them to spend a lot of money for what they want.
According to Fu Zhiyu's consideration, the pawnshop could be useful at this time. He knew that the pawnshop would regularly sell some dead pawns and live pawns that had expired but no one came to redeem them. Some ordinary ones would be disposed of in batches, and if they were more valuable, they would be auctioned. This kind of auction would naturally not mark who the seller was, and the pawnshop would not reveal where they got the items from. It was very safe and in line with his plan to make a fortune quietly.
He planned to sell it there, and there was no rush. By the time his uncle took too much of the medicine, he would definitely feel some obvious effects.
Even if I didn't tell him, he would ask me about it. This is the sensitive sense that a businessman must have. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't make such a thing, so it would naturally be easy to sell.
If he succeeds, he will be a mobile cash cow.
"It's a secret," he blinked and said to Yuan Mingdao, "I will only tell you and mother."
The author has something to say: Keep a calm mind.jpg, because I have always been a person who gives cold comments, and I was a little scared by the chaotic comments that day, but fortunately I have saved some drafts and an outline, and after carefully examining the outline and the saved drafts, I feel that there is nothing wrong with what I have written, and I am also very clear about what I have been writing. Anyway, I won’t say much, just concentrate on writing more articles, and work hard to write good articles and that will solve everything.