Fu Zhiyu knew that the matter of the coachman was not that simple, but he didn't want to care about it now. He let the Qian family handle it themselves. Qian Manguan should have time now anyway.
What he just said to Yuan Mingdao was sincere. From the perspective of the entire Jiangnan region, those intrigues no longer attracted his attention.
These are all things that cannot be brought to the surface, and seeing them too much makes people upset.
Yuan Mingdao listened to him and went back to sleep obediently. Fu Zhiyu shook the wine pot and found that there was still half a pot of wine.
"It can't be wasted," he muttered to himself, and walked into his room with the wine jug. He simply threw away the cup and drank directly from his mouth.
The Peach Blossom Wine from Jiangnan tastes good, but it is actually a strong liquor with a strong aftertaste. Fu Zhiyu has a good alcohol tolerance, but after he drank the whole pot, he couldn't help but feel a little drunk.
He shook the jug and found there was not a drop left in it. He put the jug aside, but he did not put it firmly, and the jug fell along the edge of the small table to the ground. There happened to be a carpet on the ground, so the jug did not break, but just spun slowly on the carpet.
He didn't pay much attention to it, nor did he have time to pick it up. He walked a few steps to his bedside. He felt a little sleepy again, so he stopped halfway through changing into his pajamas. He casually tugged at his collar, which felt a little looser, then he lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.
His posture was indeed not very reserved, his clothes were in a mess, his face was red from the alcohol, his arms and legs were spread out, and the quilt was casually wrapped around him, half covering and half not covering.
Fu Zhiyu didn't like having people serve him. When he was in the palace, he had to be served by two maids in his master's room. If he couldn't enter the inner room, he had to wait outside. Now that he was in Jiangnan, except for the old woman who came to help clean the room every day, he dismissed all the other personal maids. He didn't keep any of them, and he felt much more comfortable.
He turned over in the big bed. The heater in the room was burning brightly. Even without a blanket, he felt warm and comfortable. His face looked even redder.
The security in the mansion was much more lax than in the capital. Yuan Jiangxing only sent two teams to patrol from time to time at night. If someone wanted to get in, it would not be very difficult.
At this moment, the window near the bed was slowly half opened, and a figure quickly came in. He closed the window quietly, but the cold wind that leaked out at this moment was felt by Fu Zhiyu who was lying on the bed. He wrinkled his nose, moved his body into the bed, then turned over, pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, like a silkworm.
When he did all this, it was just an unconscious action when he was asleep, just like someone kicking the quilt. However, when the person heard the noise, he stood there stiff and at a loss for a long time, until the other side of the bed became quiet again, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"They drank so much again," the man walked to the bedside and immediately smelled a strong smell of alcohol. He said to himself, "Although peach blossom wine tastes good, it's too strong. Drinking too much is harmful to the body. I'll let them drink less in the future and replace it with some other less strong wines. They are equally delicious. You should like them."
Fu Zhiyu was sleeping soundly and didn't hear a word.
After he turned over, his face was facing inside, and his whole body was wrapped in the rolled up quilt. The person who came didn't dare to move him. They could only see his round back covered by the quilt.
"I'm sorry," the visitor said again, his voice even lower, for fear of disturbing him, "I promised you to leave, and I know you don't want to see me again, but... I, sometimes I really can't help it, I miss you too much, just look at you, you won't see me, it doesn't count as... I broke the promise."
He stood at the edge of the bed and watched for a long time, but did not dare to touch him.
Fu Zhiyu slept until early the next morning. He had a hangover and woke up with a slight headache.
"Ah..." He held his head, feeling dizzy, "I really shouldn't drink so much."
He usually leads a healthy life, and in the past he would just have a small drink when he was in the mood. But recently he has been thinking a lot and has a lot on his mind. Yesterday he couldn't stop drinking and finished the whole pot.
He lay in bed for a while, then struggled to get up and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking it, he felt much better. He sat down and saw that the wine jug that he had emptied yesterday was standing upright on the table.
This was obviously a normal situation, but he felt it was a little strange, as if something was wrong.
This pot... should be here
Fu Zhiyu shook his head. He really couldn't remember.
Just when Fu Zhiyu was feeling dizzy, Doctor Chen, who had received Fu Zhiyu's instructions, had already arrived at the Qian family and sat there for quite a while.
Doctor Chen looked honest and was indeed a kind person, but he was from the palace after all, and had followed Fu Zhiyu for more than a day or two. Just from a few words yesterday, he could clearly understand what his master meant and what he should do.
He took the prescription to Qian's house and was smiling as soon as he entered the door.
Qian Manguan was quite polite. He knew that the old man in front of him was Fu Zhiyu's man, but he was also quite confused. Even if Fu Zhiyu sent a soldier, he would understand, but why did he send a doctor
"I'm here to give a gift to Master Qian," Doctor Chen said with a smile, "It's a big gift."
Qian Manguan was surprised and said, "Don't be ridiculous. I should be the one giving the gift to Prince Zhao. Look, the gift is still in front of him, but Prince Zhao refuses to accept it."
"Master Qian, you are joking," Doctor Chen looked at him and said, "Money is only a thing outside of one's body. You know, when has King Zhao ever lacked these gold and silver treasures? Now, of course, life is the most valuable."
This is the truth. Qian Manguan was so humble before. The business route is secondary. The most important thing is that his son's life is in Fu Zhiyu's hands.
Upon hearing this, his heart skipped a beat, and the polite smile on his face faded a lot. He asked nervously: "King Zhao, what do you mean by this? Please explain it clearly."
Chen State is a long way away from Jiangnan. Although the people have been released there, Qian Mingchong is still on the road. After all, he has not returned yet. Does this mean that an accident can happen at any time
"Master Qian, don't be nervous," Doctor Chen waved his hand. "My master has always been broad-minded. Since he has said that he forgives me, he will not go back on his word. What I just said was about Deng Qian's life."
When it comes to the Deng family, Qian Manguan's expression becomes a little indescribable.
The Deng family and the Qian family used to be good friends, but that is now a thing of the past.
It is said that husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but they fly away separately when disaster strikes. To be fair, he and Deng Qian are childhood friends, and their friendship is much deeper than that of ordinary husband and wife. However, the principle of sharing difficulties still has to be fulfilled.
Qian Manguan used to think that he was better than Deng Qian. After all, he was still sober and could run around doing things. But he didn't expect that the Deng family still had a trick up their sleeve to trick him.
As for the matter of the coachman, Qian Manguan had doubted it at first. He wondered if Fu Zhiyu was directing and acting it out, giving them a slap in the face and then giving them a sweet treat in order to make them behave. But when he really confronted him, Qian Manguan looked at the coachman's face and felt that he looked familiar for some reason.
He followed his vague memory and soon found the Deng family.
You know, although Fu Zhiyu had given the two letters, when the coachman planned to kidnap him, the letters were still in Yuan Jiangxing's hands. They had not been sent out yet and no one knew about it.
Fortunately, nothing happened. However, if that person really hurt King Zhao and pointed out that it was the Qian family who did it, all Qian Manguan had begged for would be in vain. Every time he thought of this possibility, Qian Manguan felt a chill down his spine.
But Deng Qian was indeed dizzy now, and Qian Manguan was wondering whether some other person with ulterior motives had bribed this man and was just waiting to take advantage of him. But guesses are just guesses. Now, whenever Qian Manguan thought of the Deng family, he still felt uncomfortable, as if something was sticking in his heart and no matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem right.
They had suffered an accident at that time and were running around here by themselves. The Deng family's behavior, although it showed that they had lost their backbone, was too helpless. Putting this together, Qian Manguan had to think too much.
In just this short period of time, Qian Manguan had already had several thoughts in his mind.
"My master has told you before, but I guess you didn't take it seriously at the time," Doctor Chen continued, "My master didn't do what happened to Deng Qian. To be exact, he didn't have time to do it. When he first heard about it, he was also very shocked."
Qian Manguan was stunned.
"However, my master has always been kind and will help people to the end. He is also very concerned about the Deng family's affairs and feels that this chaos cannot continue, otherwise it will make everyone panic." Doctor Chen said, "Fortunately, my master was knowledgeable when he was in the palace. He knew that Deng Qian was poisoned by the Western Region Soul-Resting Powder, and spent a lot of money to buy this antidote from outside."
Having said that, he finally took out the small package and showed it to Qian Manguan.
"I originally wanted to send it directly to the Deng family, but the incident a few days ago chilled my master's heart," Doctor Chen said here, with a look of deep sorrow on his face. "My master also knows about your confrontation with that person. It's bad enough that the Deng family has no remorse at all, but they acted so cruelly. It's really infuriating."
Qian Manguan thought about it and felt that what the other person said made sense.
Regardless of whether Fu Zhiyu did it or not, the fact that he took out the antidote now shows that he really wants to save Deng Qian.
"Then what are you doing...?" Qian Manguan asked in confusion, "The matter of my Qian family has been resolved. No matter what the prince decides, we should go to the Deng family."
"The prince has made his decision," Doctor Chen said, "My master wants to give you this medicine."
"What do you want me to do?" When Qian Manguan heard this, he thought it was ridiculous at first, but after a while, his expression changed.
This is... the medicine that can decide the life or death of the head of the Deng family.