Qian Manguan was still running around outside trying to find connections, not knowing that Fu Zhiyu's mind was no longer on him. To be exact, even when he thought about the Deng and Qian families, his attention was no longer on them.
He knew that Deng Qian was poisoned, but he didn't have the antidote with him, and he didn't know what poison Deng Qian had been poisoned by. He didn't have the final say over the Qian family, the Chen State, and the barbarians. It was probably someone behind the scenes who had the final say.
Now it has just been proven once again that in the face of real power, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.
It is not going to work this way until today. Fu Zhiyu rubbed his brows and told Yuan Jiangxing about this matter: "I wrote two letters to the Barbarians and the State of Chen, and stamped them with my seal. When Qian Manguan comes next time, give them to him. As for whether they will be useful, I can't guarantee it. As for Deng Qian's poison, I can't do anything about it."
However, the Deng family was not as anxious as Qian Manguan. It was Deng Qian, the backbone of the family, who had the accident, but the Deng family was much calmer than when Qian Manguan, their son, had the accident. It was so quiet that it was eerie. The shopkeeper who ran away with the money was not even concerned. The crisis was resolved inexplicably.
No matter from which angle you look at it, there will be no good result if this continues. Fu Zhiyu has already vented his anger. Both of their families own countless shops and employ many employees. If they fail too badly, no one will be able to clean up the mess. A long stalemate will only result in a lose-lose situation.
This incident was caused by them, but for Fu Zhiyu, it did not end like this.
Yuan Jiangxing said yes, and then asked him, "Are you going to the government office to look at the files today?"
Fu Zhiyu nodded.
In the past, Yuan Jiangxing would bring a few representative files to his house for him to see, but Fu Zhiyu had to look at more and more, and finally he simply went out of the house every day to the place where the files were stored in the yamen to read them.
Yuan Jiangxing looked at Fu Zhiyu now, and he felt very happy. He felt that Zhiyu was more lively now than before.
Although the beginning of this matter was not good, it was not necessarily a bad thing for Zhiyu.
But today Fu Zhiyu encountered a small accident. He sat in the carriage and headed for the yamen. There was a section of the road that had to pass through the West City, where there were fewer people. Fu Zhiyu was holding a file in his hand, which was a local chronicle and had a rubbing copy. He took the rubbing copy back to the mansion and read it carefully. Now he did not forget to take it out and look at it a few times in the car.
At this moment, he suddenly instinctively felt that something was wrong. Perhaps it was because he turned too many turns today, which made him feel strange sitting in the carriage. Fu Zhiyu frowned and slowly lifted the curtain. The road in front of him was very unfamiliar.
Sure enough, this is not the way to the yamen.
Fu Zhiyu was puzzled for a long time, and then looked around. He had been to the government office frequently in the past few days, and the roads were all in the city, so he was already familiar with it. Now, those who were interested looked at Fu Zhiyu like a poisonous snake, wishing to stay as far away from him as possible. No one would touch him. He brought guards with him the first few times, but later he didn't bring them because it was too troublesome. He just brought a coachman and traveled lightly. Who knew that something like this would happen in the city today
When he found something wrong, Fu Zhiyu was not too anxious. He looked around and realized that he was not out of the city yet, it was just that this place was remote and there were fewer people.
To leave the city, one had to go through the city gate. Soldiers would usually question the carriages they saw. As long as he was not deaf, he could hear the questioning in the carriage.
"Where are you taking me?" Fu Zhiyu looked at the unfamiliar back of the coachman and asked in a gentle voice, "I'm busy today and have a lot of things to do. I don't have time to get angry with others. If you take me back now, I'll let you go."
When the coachman saw that he had been discovered, he was startled at first, and then he showed his ferocious side. He braked the carriage and instantly pulled out a knife from under the seat. However, before he could utter a threatening word, Fu Zhiyu hit him on the wrist with a palm, and the knife fell to the ground.
"Who asked you to come? Qian Manguan or Deng Jinghe?" Fu Zhiyu was very surprised to see that he was so easy to deal with. It was impossible for these two people not to know the result of Xianglu and would not be so careless about him. They sent such a useless coachman to deal with him. There was no need for these two people to be so stupid.
The coachman gritted his teeth, looked at him in disbelief, and asked, "Why are you still awake?"
Fu Zhiyu glanced inside the carriage and suddenly realized: "Oh, it seems that you are not so stupid. You also drugged me."
No wonder he smelled that the incense burning in the carriage today was different from usual, but Housekeeper Zhou often did something new, so Fu Zhiyu didn't think much about it. He had a special physique, and his strength and blood had changed with his age. His mother had given him feedback that the effect was getting stronger, and she often told him to be careful and never reveal the abnormality of his blood to others.
The love potion they used here made him feel a little dizzy after inhaling too much, but there was no other feeling.
I don't know where this person plans to send me.
Fu Zhiyu was too lazy to ask. He knocked him unconscious with a knife, tied him up, and threw him into a carriage. He drove the carriage to the government office. He handed the man over to Yuan Jiangxing's soldiers, briefly explained the matter, and instructed them to interrogate him carefully to see who was causing trouble again.
The person guarding the yamen happened to be Yuan Xi's husband. After listening to Fu Zhiyu's words, he not only obeyed orders, but also couldn't help but care about his brother-in-law: "Are you okay?"
The burning incense in the carriage was also taken over. He only took a small sniff from a distance, still on guard. His head suddenly felt dizzy. Fu Zhiyu was actually okay
"I received some training when I was in the royal family," Fu Zhiyu made up an excuse to cover it up. No one would expose him here anyway. "You guys can interrogate him. If you find out anything, wait until I come out and tell me. I'm going to look at the files over there."
Because of the accident, he arrived at the yamen much later than expected. Fu Zhiyu took the file that he had not finished reading yesterday and sat aside to read it.
After a while, someone else came in. Fu Zhiyu didn't look up. It was probably a servant who came to serve.
The servant lowered his head and served Fu Zhiyu a fruit plate, snacks, and hot tea. He said in a hoarse voice, "The weather is still cold. Please drink some hot tea to warm yourself up."
Fu Zhiyu still didn't look up. He turned a page, then absentmindedly said, "I'll drink it. Close the door when you go out."
The servant responded, and after making all the arrangements, he lowered his head and prepared to go out.
He was halfway there when he heard Fu Zhiyu calling him: "Wait!"
The servant froze suddenly, and stood there awkwardly for a while. Then he slowly turned around, still with his head down, and asked, "Does the King Zhao have any other instructions?"
"Take this out," Fu Zhiyu pointed to the stove on the table, "This is where the files are stored. No open flames are allowed."
In order to heat the tea for him, the servant brought up a small stove with a charcoal fire underneath, so that the master's tea would always be warm.
Fu Zhiyu was careful. It didn't matter whether he drank a sip of hot tea or not, but it would be a huge trouble if all the files in the room were burned.
But this was the master's order, and the servant couldn't say anything. He took the teapot off the stove and carefully took the stove away.
"You... be careful of the burns."
The special teapot had just been taken off the stove and placed aside to cool. The servant could not help but ask with concern: "When the time comes, just call me and I will come in and add some hot tea for you."
Fu Zhiyu nodded casually and told him to go down.
When he felt thirsty, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea. The temperature of the tea was just right. When the warm tea moistened his throat and he drank it, he felt a lot more awake.
The incense burning in the carriage had little immediate effect on Fu Zhiyu, but the drug had a strong aftereffect. Fu Zhiyu could feel it after sitting for a long time. He always felt dizzy and sleepy. After drinking the tea, he felt much better.
He felt comfortable, so he slowly drank the remaining pot of tea. When the servant came to add more hot tea, he asked curiously, "What kind of tea is this?"
"This is the dew before rain that the previous governor treasured," the servant explained. "The governor outside said that the master felt dizzy today and asked us to make some good tea. This is the best tea in the mansion, but there is not much left. This is the last brew."
Fu Zhiyu felt a little regretful after hearing this. He had never tasted the Yu Qianlu tea before and was thinking about buying some to bring back, but good tea is hard to come by, so it's not a pity to have a sip at this time.
He stayed in this room until a little before dusk, and when the daylight outside was not bright enough for him to see the words clearly, he prepared to go back. There could be no open flames here, so he couldn't light a lamp.
When Fu Zhiyu went out, he also asked about the coachman: "How was the land inspection?"
"Almost. He knocked out the original coachman this morning and changed his clothes. He said... he was instructed by the Qian family and just wanted to threaten you."
Fu Zhiyu looked puzzled: "Didn't I give the Qian family a letter today?"
Then he realized that this matter had been planned in advance, and when he left in the morning, Yuan Jiangxing might not have arrived yet.
"This is really..." Fu Zhiyu rubbed his brows, "Don't let the coachman go, lock him up carefully."
As a result, when Fu Zhiyu was riding in a soldier's carriage back to his home, he met Qian Manguan face to face.
"Prince Zhao!" Qian Manguan's eyes lit up when he saw him. "I have received your letter. I would like to thank you for your generosity this time. I have already prepared the gift, but your housekeeper won't let me in! Look at this... ?"
Before Fu Zhiyu could speak, the soldiers around him came up to stop him and snorted, "I think it's like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken. Master Qian, is it okay if you don't do anything wrong this time?"
Qian Manguan was stunned, thinking, is Fu Zhiyu still angry? That doesn't make sense. If she is still angry, she can just not give those two letters. There is no need to give her the cold shoulder at this time.
"What are you talking about?" Qian Manguan looked puzzled. "Please explain clearly, King Zhao."
When he stood in front of the door and understood the whole thing, his first reaction was to deny it.
"Absolutely impossible!" Qian Manguan was shocked at first, and then his face darkened. "Someone must be deliberately slandering our Qian family! Lord Zhao, I have the guts to do such a thing at this time. Wouldn't that be like throwing my life away?"