When Xie Ke woke up from his coma, the system was somewhat relieved and told him in detail what had happened in the past few days. However, after the system spoke for such a long time, Xie Ke missed the point again.
"Did he call me Shadow? Then to round it off, it was Zhiyu who saved me," Xie Ke lay on the bed after hearing this, unable to help but grinning, "I have to repay you for saving my life with my body."
"... I beg you to wake up," the system said speechlessly, "Save you? They just want you to get out of here, okay? During the Qianyuan War, I was very worried. This is a restarted world, and no one can tell what will happen. If you really die here, maybe the identity of the actor will die too. It's not a problem that can be solved by changing the shell. The Lord God is very angry, can you stop thinking about Fu Zhiyu all the time?!"
"No," Xie Ke said. When he thought of Fu Zhiyu, his heart was filled with pink bubbles of happiness. "The Lord God can't interfere with me now. Nothing can interfere with my relationship with Zhiyu now."
The system froze for a moment, and then said in silence: "Okay, you've survived now, so go ahead and do whatever you want. I won't care about you anymore."
So, as soon as Xie Ke's condition improved a little, he immediately ran to Prince Zhao's mansion.
Fu Zhiyu listened to all his words but didn't say anything in reply, just gave him a cold look. Xie Ke was stared at by this look, although he didn't understand what this smile meant, he just felt that all thoughts in his mind disappeared, and only he was left.
"Let's go back. We have nothing to say, and we don't want to hear any apologies," Fu Zhiyu said. "I don't want to reminisce about the past with you, and I don't want to hear your thoughts. Anyone can say nice things. I can call a random storyteller in, and he can make up stories like this for three days and three nights without repeating himself."
Xie Ke didn't dare to make him angry. After he left reluctantly, Fu Zhiyu sat there for a long time, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. At this moment, a familiar calling voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Zhiyu, Zhiyu," the Lord God's voice sounded a little sneaky, "Can you hear me?"
Fu Zhiyu was stunned and stood up from the couch.
"Lord God?"
Come to think of it, he hasn't heard this voice for more than a year and a half.
"It's me," the Lord God continued in a low voice, "Zhiyu, is this world okay?"
"It depends on how you define it," Fu Zhiyu thought for a moment, "Compared to the original plot, it is of course a collapse, but in terms of overall stability, it should still be good. The war has just ended and the time has been compressed, and the people have suffered less. From this perspective, the world is still okay."
The Lord God seemed to be relieved and said, "That's good. What about you? How are you doing?"
Fu Zhiyu thought back on her life and felt that apart from the shameless Xie Ke, there was nothing to complain about.
Seeing that he remained silent, the Lord God began to wonder, "Has Xie Ke always been sticking to you?"
Fu Zhiyu stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow, and asked: "Can you take him away? He is really annoying."
"Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't be so anxious right now," the Lord God said, "I took the risk to come here again because I received a special vibration from this world. I think Xie Ke must have done something again, or maybe he himself had a vibration. After I came in, I found out that he was injured."
"Then you don't have to worry," Fu Zhiyu said, "He is a selfish person who cherishes his life very much. He won't die so easily like this."
The Lord God sighed and said, "Zhi Yu, maybe you really need to change your fixed mindset about Xie Ke. He really came for you. I didn't have time to tell you this last time. In order to restart this world, he even gave up his accumulated foundation. His degree of paranoia is unimaginable. Now that he almost lost his life, it is natural that he will not let go easily."
Fu Zhiyu was a little confused when he heard this. He originally thought that Xie Ke just spent some time to hack into the system, but it turned out that there was something else behind it.
The Lord God explained to him, more like complaining: "The actors are also organized. I mentioned this to you before. They are becoming more and more difficult to manage. Xie Ke is the soul of the largest organization.
Restarting a world is not that simple. It is impossible for a single actor to do it. He spent a long time and united several organizations to achieve his goal. Others were not philanthropists and would not help him casually. He exchanged a lot of things. Moreover, he did not know what the result would be. All the affairs of the organization were temporarily handed over to others. The whole actor world thought he was crazy. "
"Is he really willing to die for a piece of indigenous data? No wonder others laugh at him," Fu Zhiyu smiled, "He really is... an erratic psychopath."
Every time he met Xie Ke in his life, Fu Zhiyu's cognition was refreshed. He had felt several times that his vocabulary was insufficient and he could not describe his anti-human behavior.
"But you have also mutated, so you should be able to deal with him." The Lord God continued, "I turned off his system function, and now he should..."
"Wait," Fu Zhiyu couldn't help but interrupt him, "You turned off his system function? No, he can still use props. I'm sure he must have used props, and his system is still there."
The Lord God was stunned for a moment, and then explained to him: "The system and the actor are bound together. They cannot be separated unless there are extreme circumstances. I cannot control the props and physical improvements that have been exchanged for points. I am talking about the basic functions of the system."
"Including... pain shielding?"
"Of course." The Lord God said again, "You don't have to worry about the props. You are an abnormal data, and a super bug that even I can't delete. Unlike other people, his props will basically have no effect on you."
Fu Zhiyu had known this for a long time, but after getting confirmation from the Lord God, he felt more at ease.
He thought about it for a while, and suddenly asked a question: "If Xie Ke died in this special free world, would his identity as an actor die with him? Is it possible to find another body and come back?"
"It will be greatly affected, and it is possible that they will disappear together," the Lord God said, "I can't be sure, but if Xie Ke's body dies, I should be able to control him, and he won't be able to come back."
After hearing this, Fu Zhiyu moved his fingers and thought for a few times. Just as he was about to ask something else, the sound from the Lord God suddenly disappeared, as if the communication channel was closed again.
Just at this time, Butler Zhou knocked on the door and came in. He bowed to Fu Zhiyu and said, "Your Majesty, the palace has given us another gift. It is placed in the courtyard. Do you want to take a look?"
The barbarians won a great victory, and the Xie family held on. Emperor Qingyuan seemed to be finally relieved and bestowed a series of rewards. Even the Zhaowang Mansion, which had nothing to do with this, received gifts.
"Put them all in the warehouse," Fu Zhiyu, who had just come back to his senses from the conversation with the Lord God, sighed and said, "I won't go to see it either. Everyone in the palace has worked hard during this period. I'll give each person a gift of five taels of silver. As for you, Steward Zhou..."
Fu Zhiyu thought about it. It happened that he was wearing a jade pendant around his waist today. It was prepared by a maid. It was probably one of the items taken out of the warehouse. Judging from its quality, it was worth several hundred taels of silver. Fu Zhiyu saw that there was no royal emblem on it, so he took it off and gave it to the housekeeper.
Butler Zhou was naturally happy. He had served for many years and had never met such a good-tempered master. He never bullied his servants, did not ask for too much in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and often gave him gifts. This was why he knew to be grateful and served carefully.
After he received the jade pendant, he thanked his master first, and then said, "Those boxes and items sent here are easy to deal with, but this time the palace also sent... a few people."
Fu Zhiyu finally looked up at him and asked in confusion, "How many people? There are already fifty or sixty servants in the palace, just to take care of Ming Dao and me. Why do we need more people?"
Steward Zhou wiped his sweat off his forehead and continued, "She is not a servant, but a concubine. I heard from the eunuch who delivered the things that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who advised the Emperor that Prince Zhao had lived outside the palace for so long without anyone to take care of him, and that he must be lonely. Moreover, Prince Zhao is eighteen years old, and he is old enough to have experienced the affairs of life. It is too late to give him away now.
The emperor thought it made sense. He thought the matter of selecting a princess should be carefully considered, but the concubines could be prepared first. So the emperor rewarded several people. "
Fu Zhiyu frowned and asked, "How many are there?"
"There are six of them, all of them are beautiful," said Butler Zhou, "standing outside. Master, would you like to see them?"
These were people rewarded by the emperor and could not be sent away casually. Fu Zhiyu originally wanted to let them live in a remote place and let them fend for themselves, but just as he was about to give such an order, he seemed to have thought of something and changed his mind while speaking.
"I'll see them now," he said, "and call them all in."
After receiving the order, Butler Zhou brought his people in quickly.
There were really all kinds of people, fat and thin. Fu Zhiyu's calling them "they" was not quite accurate. Among the six people, there were four women and two men. After coming in, they all knelt down and saluted Fu Zhiyu, and then introduced their names one by one as requested by Butler Zhou.
They seemed a little scared and spoke in low voices, so Fu Zhiyu couldn't hear clearly.
In this dynasty, the existence of male concubines is not surprising. It has nothing to do with being open or not. It's just that powerful people can do anything for fun, and male concubines are nothing in comparison. However, this kind of relationship is still not something that can be made public, so it's better to keep it hidden in the backyard.
They are indeed all very beautiful. The emperor has some vision in choosing them. Fu Zhiyu observed them with interest and recalled things from the past.
At that time, he volunteered to do so in order to prevent Xie Ke from touching others. After becoming emperor, he reviewed memorials until late at night almost every day and devoted himself to government affairs. He really had no time. Now that he has time, it might be okay to try something that he had never tried in his previous life.
He didn't plan to marry the princess. He would run away when the time came, so as not to delay the innocent woman. Fortunately, Jilin didn't have the tradition of early marriage. The crown prince and the third prince were much older than him, and they didn't have a wife. The prince's wife was a matter of interest, so she had to be carefully selected. Fu Zhiyu was younger than them, so he naturally had an excuse to refuse.
That was the truth, but he felt that there was no need for him to be entangled by Xie Ke, this crooked tree, for the rest of his life.