Thinking of this, Fu Zhiyu looked up again and carefully looked at the six people in front of him. The young man standing on the far left seemed to be about the same age as himself, with a more handsome appearance. He was the one that Fu Zhiyu liked the most among them.
The other five were taken to a separate courtyard by Butler Zhou as he ordered. They were not allowed to come out without his request. The young man stayed. Fu Zhiyu waved his hand, motioning him to come over, and asked, "What's your name?"
He bowed again, and seemed to be very afraid, and said in a trembling voice: "My name is Luzhi."
"That doesn't sound like a man's name," Fu Zhiyu asked again, "Do you have a real name? Where are you from? What did you do before?"
He hesitated for a while and said, "Yes, my original name is Lu, Lu Jian, and my ancestral home is Jiangcheng. I was a bastard in my family. I studied for a few days, but then my family fell into poverty and I was sold by my mistress because I could not afford to continue my business."
He has a clean family background. Fu Zhiyu looked at his hands carefully again. He was a man who had read and written before. He should have learned to play a musical instrument.
"Will you be happy?"
Lu Jian nodded and said, "I can play the pipa."
"Play it for me," Fu Zhiyu said, "I'll ask someone to bring in a pipa. I'll play it right here."
Actually, Lu Jian’s pipa playing was really average, but the tunes he played were good. They were not the gorgeous tunes that were often played in the capital and the palace, but more like local folk songs, and they sounded quite clear.
Fu Zhiyu listened for a while, found it interesting, and then reached out to interrupt him.
"You can live in Dingxiang Courtyard. You will be alone and don't have to squeeze with them," Fu Zhiyu said. "Tell the housekeeper if you want anything. I... will visit you in the evening."
Lu Jian trembled, glanced at him secretly again, and knew what his master meant. After paying his respects, he retreated.
In the evening, Fu Zhiyu and Yuan Mingdao did not mention this trivial matter when they had dinner.
Yuan Mingdao has been practicing martial arts in his yard recently. Fu Zhiyu asked his uncle to ask the caravan in the Western Regions about his crescent-shaped scimitar in advance. Thanks to Fu Zhiyu's pill, the Western Regions caravan had a good relationship with Yuan Jiangwen recently. When they heard about this request, they directly came forward to buy the knife and delivered it to Yuan Mingdao smoothly.
This knife is another life for Yuanming Sword. He has been practicing martial arts with the knife in the small courtyard recently, hoping to recover his previous feel as soon as possible. Now, he ate his meal and left early.
"Don't move so quickly after eating," Fu Zhiyu felt like she was raising a son, and she reminded him, "Rest for a while first!"
Yuan Mingdao had already disappeared. After a while, Fu Zhiyu heard his reply: "I know~"
The child has grown up and can no longer be controlled, Fu Zhiyu sighed sadly.
In the evening, he was alone in the pavilion in the middle of the lake admiring the moon. He was in high spirits and drank a few sips of wine. It was not until the housekeeper reminded him that he remembered that he had someone waiting for him.
Lilac Courtyard is the better courtyard in the rear house of the royal palace. Originally, it was a place where only concubines could live. It was very different from other concubines who were not allowed to leave the courtyard without permission. But now that Fu Zhiyu had no concubine, he could arrange it however he wanted.
He didn't really care whether there were spies sent by the prince here. There was really nothing to spy on in this palace. Even if they were placed in front of the prince, he would not be able to find anything wrong. He mainly saw that there was one that he liked and he gave it a try because he was bored.
It's normal for people to have physiological needs, and he is not a saint. It would be better if he could get rid of the shadow of Xie Ke in his previous life.
Besides, he had been humbled in the past just to accommodate Xie Ke, so naturally he didn't have such concerns now.
As Fu Zhiyu thought this, he pushed open the door of Lilac Courtyard.
Lu Jian had already washed and dressed. He no longer had the scent of powder that Fu Zhiyu hated. He was only wearing a white shirt, which made him look much more handsome.
Fu Zhiyu was half a head taller than Lu Jian. He was holding half a wine jug in his hand. He sat down on a chair in the room and waved at Lu Jian, motioning him to come over.
Lu Jian walked up to him, but didn't dare to move.
"Are you afraid of me?" Fu Zhiyu asked him.
Lu Jian hurriedly shook his head and said, "No... Prince Zhao is too precious, I dare not..."
Fu Zhiyu laughed when he heard this. He felt that Lu Jian seemed to treat him as some precious porcelain that would break if touched.
Lu Jian lowered his head, but couldn't help but muster up the courage to look at him smiling.
Naturally, all the concubines chosen by the emperor were good-looking. The reason why Lu Jian was sold by his mistress was also because of his face. He was sold for 500 taels of silver in a remote place, which was enough for his family to live a comfortable life for a long time. After changing hands several times, he was sent to the capital. King Zhao was the first person he served after training for so long.
He had heard some rumors outside that King Zhao was a fool, his brain was not working, and the emperor took pity on him, so he made him a king. Before Lu Jian came in, he thought he would see a foolish and stupid man, but he only dared to take a look at the man on the throne, and then he dared not breathe.
How can there be such a beautiful person in the world...
He couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that it was presumptuous of him to put his face, which was only worth five hundred taels of silver, in front of King Zhao. He didn't expect that the noble man in the sky would take a special liking to him. Now he was sitting in front of him, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body. Under the dim light, he was so handsome that it could make anyone's heart tremble.
Lu Jian watched as Fu Zhiyu stood up and got closer and closer to him. He lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Did they teach you how to please the master?"
Lu Jian's mind was blank and he couldn't utter a word, but he heard Fu Zhiyu laugh, and the smell of alcohol on him seemed to be a little stronger.
"No?"
"Nothing... I'll teach you."
But before the ambiguous atmosphere was created, Lu Jian heard the door being kicked open with a loud bang. He was startled and subconsciously ran to hide behind the nearest table.
Fu Zhiyu was a little tipsy, but was sobered by the noise. Anyone who was disturbed at this time would be unhappy. He became angry and turned around to see that it was Xie Ke.
He came alone, and in the dark of night, Fu Zhiyu couldn't see his expression clearly. He only saw clearly that he was holding a silver spear and walking slowly in. The tip of the silver spear slid across the ground, making a sharp and cold sound.
Fu Zhiyu frowned: "What are you doing here again?"
Xie Ke was clearly still recovering from his illness and was about to die, but he walked over like the devil demanding his life. Lu Jian was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He just huddled behind the table, shaking all over.
"Which hand did he use to touch you?" Fu Zhiyu heard Xie Ke's low, hoarse voice, completely different from what he said during the day, "I..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Fu Zhiyu: "He didn't touch me, but I took the initiative to touch him, both hands touched, so what? General Xie wants to cut off my hands? There are five others in the courtyard, so what? What does this have to do with you?"
Xie Ke slowly turned his head to look at him. Fu Zhiyu saw in the light that his eyes were bloodshot. After hearing what he said, it seemed as if he had suffered some great injustice.
Fu Zhiyu: “…”
He had seen too many other sides of Xie Ke in his life, and this was the first time he saw him looking like he was about to cry.
General Xie would cry over something like this, he's really... insane.
Xie Ke stared at Fu Zhiyu for a long time, and felt that his heart was about to be twisted into a ball by the person in front of him. He was in a good mood after meeting Zhiyu during the day, and was planning to go back and recuperate well. Unexpectedly, he heard Nong Yu hesitantly telling him such a thing at night.
He felt all the blood in his body rushing into his head at once. He couldn't tell how he felt. He just felt that the pain was a hundred times more than the external injuries on his body. Now when he saw Fu Zhiyu, he couldn't get angry at him at all, and his hand holding the silver spear was shaking.
"I... what should I do?" He asked through gritted teeth, feeling the wound on his body pulling all the way to his heart, causing him to feel pain all over. "Even if you pity me, Zhiyu, you can't do this to me..."
When he walked up to Fu Zhiyu, the tip of the silver spear was at the side of Lu Jian. Lu Jian didn't dare to escape. He only saw the tip of the spear moving and pointing at his chest.
Fu Zhiyu was about to hold his forehead with his hand. Naturally, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind now, but no matter what, Lu Jian was an innocent person.
"Put down the silver spear," he said angrily. He stood in front of Lu Jian and kicked away the tip of his spear. He stared at Xie Ke who was obviously furious and gave him orders word by word, "You, dare."
Fu Zhiyu used a lot of strength. He originally had great strength due to the mutation, but he didn't know if it was because of Xie Ke's injury. He could have restrained Fu Zhiyu more than a year ago, but now he kicked the tip of Fu Zhiyu away and even took a step back.
His wound must have reopened, and the room was gradually filled with the smell of blood.
"Get up," Fu Zhiyu ignored him and lowered his head to help Lu Jian up. He found that his whole body was weak, probably because he was scared.
In this situation, I'm afraid neither side has much time to think about it.
Xie Ke watched his movements and felt as if all his emotions were being controlled by the man in front of him, and he was content with it.
He finally threw the silver gun aside under Fu Zhiyu's gaze and covered his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Zhiyu, I'm obviously ready to change..." He choked up a little, "I don't want to scare you, or make you angry, I just, I just don't want to see you touch other people, you'll kill me, really will..."
Fu Zhiyu looked at him, then looked at Lu Jian, who had just stood up and collapsed on the ground again. He felt indescribably complicated.
Isn't it just a favor to someone? What does Xie Ke think of himself? Is it necessary to do this