Xie Ke was confused for a while because of this sentence, and then said: "Maybe... Shen Yang mentioned it during the conversation?"
Shen Yang just mentioned the part that Zhiyu said. He didn't mention the whole conversation. It's possible that he mentioned it casually.
"It's not just this," the system said, "When you came down from the Qianyuan battlefield and ran to the palace and fainted, he used the Shadow Ring and that gesture for the only time."
"At that time... I taught him how to use it."
"I don't think he would read it. He didn't want to keep it at all," the system said, "but he used it accurately at that time. I always feel that Fu Zhiyu knows something he shouldn't know, or he knew it a long time ago. It can be regarded as intuition."
"I don't understand what you mean?" Xie Ke said, "Zhiyu knows this... So what? Maybe he noticed it in his previous life."
The system was silent for a while, then changed the subject and said, "What Shen Yang said makes sense. Think about it yourself. I will investigate my own doubts."
If Fu Zhiyu didn't have so many abnormalities, the system wouldn't be so sensitive, but if all the abnormal things happened to one person, he would have to pay attention.
Xie Ke was still curled up there. He felt the system temporarily leave, and he was really the only one left in the tent.
"... Should I not come back?" He murmured to himself, "Zhiyu doesn't want anything, he doesn't want anything... I know that what he doesn't want the most is me."
He would be happier without me.
Xie Ke couldn't help thinking about those words, and couldn't suppress his self-doubt.
He knew that he was very impulsive when he just came back, because he hadn't seen them for too long, and because he had lost them and regained them, he really couldn't control his desire to control. But at that time he clearly felt that something was wrong. During the eight months of the Qianyuan War, he chose to calm down, and gradually recalled the choices he had made on the battlefield, those choices that made him make mistakes again and again and eventually step into the abyss. After talking with the old herdsmen, he slowly understood something.
Xie Ke knew that when he was just reborn, he actually didn't think clearly about where he was wrong. He thought that it was just an accidental misunderstanding that caused everything. As long as he could make up for it, Zhiyu would come back.
When he saw Zhiyu so calm at the beginning, he even thought for a while that things were not that bad. Later, he realized that this calm mentality like dead water was worse than hating him to the core or being hysterical. At least it meant that Zhiyu still had some emotions for him.
As time went by, his excitement of regaining what he had lost gradually cooled down, and he felt that he and Zhiyu seemed to be getting further and further apart. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, it seemed as if he was standing still or even regressing.
He originally thought that the so-called truth was the key to solving the problem. As long as he could one day make Zhiyu, who was in the ancient world, understand everything that was beyond common sense, everything would turn around. However, the more time went on, the more doubts he had about this matter.
Xie Ke actually knew what the system meant, but he was no longer sure.
It's not that Zhiyu couldn't understand. To be exact, he should have known part of it. When he really told the truth, would things get better? Wouldn't it... get worse
Everything is destined to be restless tonight.
After Fu Zhiyu sent the people away, he left a few soldiers with him, and a few elite soldiers had been sent to the hunting ground, just waiting for the news to come in. He also did not sleep all night, just watching the situation at the hunting ground.
If it doesn't work out tomorrow, the Xue and Lin families probably won't have another chance in this lifetime, so tomorrow is the time to decide everything.
When Emperor Qing Yuan woke up this morning, he felt very uneasy, as if something was going to happen.
But today is a sunny day, the weather is nice and clear, and it is a rare good day. The accident that happened a few days ago is over. There will be some accidents during autumn hunting. It is common to get frightened or injured. It has nothing to do with me, but Emperor Qingyuan always feels that he can't suppress the panic in his heart.
Today is the last time, he comforted himself, after the hunt, the Four Kingdoms Court Meeting will be over, and then everything will be back on track.
This time of hunting, he also called Xie Lin and Xie Ke to join the hunt. Xie Ke did not come due to his arm injury, which made him a little unhappy, but Xie Lin was there, and people from the Lu and Du families were also there, surrounding him, which calmed Emperor Qingyuan's originally turbulent heart.
If something goes wrong, his life will be lived in vain.
The hunt started as usual. Emperor Qing Yuan felt that today was particularly smooth and the harvest was even better than last time. It was simply the best day ever. This completely calmed his uneasy mood when he woke up this morning.
He was running forward chasing a fleeing deer. Even in this situation, he was surrounded by a circle of guards riding horses around him. This was the source of Emperor Qing Yuan's sense of security.
However, when he raised his bow and shot the deer, he felt the horse under him tremble violently. When the deer was hit by the arrow, it was clear that an arrow also hit his horse.
Emperor Qing Yuan fell to the ground with his horse. He reacted quickly and avoided vital parts when he fell. Apart from some scratches, he was fine.
At this moment, he heard a voice saying "Protect the emperor". It sounded like Xie Lin was shouting, and his guards came up immediately. Xie Lin dismounted, bent down, helped the emperor up, and asked, "Is your majesty okay?"
Emperor Qingyuan shook his head and asked, "What's going on?"
"It doesn't seem like an accident," Xie Lin said, "I'm afraid someone is so bold as to murder your majesty. Don't worry, I've made preparations."
After hearing this, Emperor Qing Yuan first breathed a sigh of relief, but then he keenly felt that something was wrong.
What does it mean to be prepared
Why was Xie Lin so prepared while I knew nothing
It was now noon, the time when the sun was at its strongest in autumn, but Emperor Qing Yuan felt cold all over because of this sentence.
Fu Yanran did not go hunting today. He stayed in the tent and applied medicated oil to Fu Yanxi.
Fu Yanxi's arm was injured during his last hunting trip. When he came back, he couldn't stand the feeling of failure of not catching any prey. As a result, he practiced archery for a whole day yesterday, but he didn't practice well and ended up straining his arm. When he woke up in the morning, his arm was in pain and he couldn't even lift it.
The hunting ground was different from the palace, and Fu Yanxi didn't bring any maids to serve him, and he didn't dare to call the imperial physician.
"If we call the imperial physician, my father will know. If he knows, he will scold me for being useless." He applied the medicine, feeling aggrieved because of the pain. "I, I am just afraid of him. Why is he so fierce..."
"If you don't like it, don't practice it." Fu Yanran glanced at him and continued to apply medicated oil on him. "You..."
"You can't be perfunctory about it," Fu Yanxi said seriously, "My mother said that we must be serious about everything we do."
Fu Yanran was helpless and said, "You have become stupid from studying too much. You will be fine after these few days."
"It won't get better," Fu Yanxi shook his head and said sadly, "You know that father is not only strict during court meetings, he has always been like this. Because..."
When he said this, he knew to lower his voice: "Father wants to teach us how to be emperor."
After hearing this, Fu Yanran didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and smiled.
"I also know that he originally favored my ninth brother, but now that he is not well, he has set his sights on us," Fu Yanxi's hand hurt, and he couldn't help but continue complaining, "If only my ninth brother was okay, my father wouldn't torture me like this. I often think recently that if my ninth brother became the emperor, he would definitely not force me like this since he is such a good person."
"Eleventh Brother... don't you want to be the emperor?"
"Of course not. Mother also told me to be careful," Fu Yanxi lowered his voice again, and said in a small voice, "She said that being an emperor can easily lead to death."
This time Fu Yanran really laughed. He couldn't help laughing as he put the medicinal oil away.
"Empress Yuefei is sober," he said, "Okay, I get it. Eleventh brother, don't go out today, just stay with me. Don't worry, things will be different tomorrow."
"Okay," Fu Yanxi hung his arms stiffly. He seemed to relax a little because of the conversation, and then continued to say to Fu Yanran, "I want you to be the emperor, not the third prince and the others. I think you are better than them."
"Eleventh Brother, people change," Fu Yanran sighed, "I... will try to stay like this."
When Fu Yanxi was eating at noon, he couldn't even pick up the chopsticks. Fu Yanran stuffed him with food mouthful by mouthful, and he was so moved that his eyes were filled with tears.
"Thirteen, you are so kind," he said, "When I return to the palace, I will lend you all of Grandpa's most precious ancient books."
To Fu Yanxi, those ancient books are probably the best things in the world.
"Wait until we get back to the palace?" Fu Yanran raised an eyebrow. "When we get back to the palace, those won't matter. Maybe... I can find you all the ancient books you haven't read."
He spoke the next sentence in a low voice and Fu Yanxi did not hear it. He began to feel sleepy after lunch and fell asleep on the bed.
In the afternoon, Fu Yanran heard some noise outside. He originally thought that the hunters had returned early and were showing off their prey to each other, but later he found out that it was not the case. There were circles of soldiers surrounding his and Fu Yanran's tent. Although there had been guards for protection before, there had never been so many.
It was not until Fu Yanxi saw with his own eyes a streak of blood suddenly stained the tent that he was truly sure that something was wrong.
"Don't look," Fu Yanran seemed to have known it for a long time and comforted him, "Don't go out."
He followed his younger brother in a daze until the next morning, when a man opened the curtain of the tent and walked in. It was Xie Lin.
"Your Highness the Eleventh Prince," he came in without any greeting, but wiped the blood off his sword in front of the two people, as if reporting, or as if condescendingly informing, "Yesterday, the traitors of the Xue and Lin families tried to unite with the Western Regions to rebel, and the mastermind has been beheaded by me. The Crown Prince, King Li, and King Ming killed their father and the king, committing treason, and have been captured."
Fu Yanran lowered his head, not feeling any surprise, and just said "hmm" calmly, then asked: "Where is the father?"
"Your Majesty was unfortunately shot by an arrow during the chaos of the battle and died this morning after being seriously injured."