Rebirth of Buddhism

However, Fu Zhiyu also found that this child was more clingy than in his previous life, and he held his hand when he was taking a bath and did not want him to leave, so Fu Zhiyu had to help him wash himself. Immediately Fu Zhiyu sent him out to buy clothes for the child.

He felt that there was nothing wrong, Ming Dao was going through a pitiful life at this time, and it was too late for him to feel distressed.

It's winter now, he was wearing two thin clothes, and he looked cold, Fu Zhiyu bathed him, while looking at the big or small wounds on his body, he couldn't help sighing .

Yuan Mingdao was an orphan, his parents were unknown, and he had a very unfortunate childhood. Because of this, the little kindness I treated him made him risk his life to repay his kindness.

"Do you have a name?" Fu Zhiyu asked him softly, "If not, can I give you one? It's just that my surname can't be given to anyone casually, but my mother's surname is fine. It's called Yuan Mingdao. okay?"

The child nodded obediently, spoke for the first time, and said one word: "Okay."

Then he blinked again, stared at Fu Zhiyu closely, and uttered two more words: "Master."

Fu Zhiyu stroked his wet hair and said with a smile, "My name is Fu Zhiyu."

As he spoke, he wrote these words on his arm, leaving a few indistinct water marks.

"I will teach you calligraphy and martial arts," he continued, "but I didn't bring you back to be your master. If you want to, you can treat me as your elder brother in the future."

Yuan Mingdao stubbornly shook his head, and called him master again, still holding him tightly and refusing to let go.

Fu Zhiyu didn't force this moment, he just bathed Mingdao for more than half an hour. When the guard bought a lot of children's clothes and came back, he picked out a light blue cotton padded coat for Yuan Mingdao to change into. .

Yuan Mingdao was beautiful in its original state, and after washing it off, his skin was too pale, which made his green eyes look like crystal-clear gems.His appearance is different from the people here, he has a different kind of exotic style, no wonder the old bustard in his previous life was unwilling to let him go, and insisted on making him obedient.

His hair is not pure black, but rather brown. Fu Zhiyu wiped it carefully several times with a handkerchief, and now it is half-dry, with a few strands hanging down his cheeks, looking obedient.

"Too thin," Fu Zhiyu put his clothes on, touched his face again, and said distressedly, "I don't have much meat, Xiaoer will bring the food later, you can have some snacks first."

Maybe it was because of the new clothes, Yuan Mingdao didn't devour this meal as he did in his previous life, just like a beggar who has never eaten in eight lifetimes.Although he ate very fast this time, his movements were very regular, even a bit reserved and elegant, and he didn't stare at the meat. He still remembered the combination of meat and vegetables, and put down his chopsticks when he was almost done eating.

After Fu Zhiyu waited for him to finish eating, he touched his hair. It was already dry, so he took the hair rope that he had prepared and tied his half-length hair briefly.

From behind, he saw Yuan Mingdao's back tensed up, and then gradually relaxed.

In his previous life, he was kind to Ming Dao, but he didn't do these things for him himself.Around that time, he still regarded himself as a prince, no matter how gentle his personality was, his childhood education made it impossible for him to condescend to do such a thing.

But now Fu Zhiyu has already seen it. To put it bluntly, everyone is just data, and the strict etiquette can't control him. Now he can do whatever he wants, and it is even more impossible for Ming Dao to be shackled by any rules.

In his eyes, Ming Dao is now a younger brother who needs to be protected. He is only ten years old now, he is still young, and he still has a lot of time.

"Want to sleep for a while?" Fu Zhiyu asked him, "You probably haven't had a good rest recently, have you? When you wake up, I'll take you home."

Yuan Mingdao was hit by a word in his words, and he plunged into his arms. Now that Fu Zhiyu was holding him, he felt that the child was soft, and it was the freshness he saw with great difficulty. He finally had a chance to make up for the regret.

"Don't go." Yuan Mingdao whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid..."

His voice was too low, and he couldn't hear what he was terrified of at the end.

"I'm not leaving," Fu Zhiyu coaxed, patting him on the back, "I didn't sleep well last night either, so I'll lie here with you for a while."

Yuan Mingdao was coaxed by him, and he gradually relaxed. Fu Zhiyu was really sleepy. After receiving Mingdao, he felt like a knot had been untied in his heart.

This sleep lasted until noon, and when Fu Zhiyu woke up, he saw Ming Dao, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, clutching his sleeve tightly and refusing to let go. When he moved a little, the child immediately opened his eyes.

"No more sleep?"

Yuan Mingdao shook his head, his eyes fixed on him.

"Then let's go out and have a look. I still have some things to do," Fu Zhiyu said with a smile, "I haven't been out like this for a long time, and I still miss it a little bit."

He held Yuan Mingdao's hand, followed by two guards, and attracted a lot of attention when he walked down the stairs. The noisy lobby was even quiet for a moment, and the eyes of the students were looking there intentionally or unintentionally. with.

Fu Zhiyu also went out of the palace with Master Xu before, and this time is not infrequent. He also met some famous students and participated in several gatherings. few.

Besides, after such a long time, there are probably very few people who don't know about the fact that his mind was disabled due to an illness and he was named King Zhao.

Fu Zhiyu didn't care about those whispers, he just whispered to Yuan Mingdao: "Be careful of the steps, the steps of Fengyue Tower are a bit too high, do you want me to carry you away?"

Yuan Mingdao shook his head firmly with a serious face in front of so many people.

No matter how much the students speculated in their hearts, no one dared to go forward. They could only watch this group of people pass through the lobby, and they were about to walk out of Fengyue Tower.

But at this moment, a person squeezed out from the crowd, and the guards reacted quickly, holding a knife and standing in front of Fu Zhiyu, taking a protective stance.

It was a scholar, wearing a moon-white robe, he was powerless at first glance, and there was no threat, but his eyes were bright with excitement.

"Under the sun," the scholar saw the guard pointing at him with a knife, and he was not afraid at all. He just saluted Fu Zhiyu and said, "I was recommended by Master Xu, and I had the honor to meet King Zhao a few times. I dare to ask , King Zhao ever remembers me?"

Ever since this person appeared, Fu Zhiyu felt Yuan Mingdao's hand holding her suddenly tightened.

To be honest, he remembered Shen Yang, and he remembered it very clearly.

When Fu Zhiyu was the emperor in his last life, he had three confidantes, and he treated each other with sincerity, but the choices of the three were different.

The loyal guard Yuan Mingdao died for him, the beloved general Xie Ke finally killed him, and the supporting prime minister Shen Yang chose to betray him.

Yes, when Fu Zhiyu was the emperor, he tried his best to defy all opinions and personally appointed Shen Yang, a commoner, as the prime minister.In all fairness, Shen Yang is very powerful and extremely talented. When he was fighting for power with the crown prince, it was his idea that gave Fu Zhiyu a lot of advantages.

However, when Xie Ke rebelled, it happened that he stole the emperor's seal, and Fu Zhiyu chose to join Xie Ke when he was at the most critical moment, and turned his back on him.

It's really not easy to meet these three old people today, and they are all the kind that he remembers deeply.