Rebirth of Buddhism

The second son of the Yuan Mansion, Yuan Jiangwen, has a big business in the Jiangnan area, but it is far away from the capital, and he is not at home for many years. The number of times Fu Zhiyu sees him does not exceed ten times in total, but Yuan Jiangwen is straightforward and has been doted on since childhood. My younger sister Yuan Wanyun, since Fu Zhiyu was born, this love has continued to him. Every time he came back from outside, he would bring back some strange things for Fu Zhiyu to make him happy.

"That's right," Yunhuang Guifei sighed, "I haven't seen my two brothers for a long time, but besides this, there is another big event recently."

Fu Zhiyu was puzzled: "What's the big deal?"

"It's your birthday coming soon," Imperial Concubine Yun touched his head with a doting look on her face, "Zhiyu is going to be 17 years old."

A man in this dynasty is considered an adult at the age of 17. At this age, he can marry a wife, gain fame, or take on some other responsibilities.

Fu Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment, if he hadn't brought it up now, he really wouldn't have thought of it.

Fu Zhiyu thought for a while, and said: "Recently there is an imperial examination in the court, and my birthday is not a big deal, so it's not suitable for making a fuss. If it is really possible, I want to go back to Yuanfu. The few of us in the family Just get together."

Imperial Concubine Yun smiled and said, "Not yet, but maybe in the future."

"Not maybe," Fu Zhiyu held her hand and said firmly, "It's definitely possible."

However, Xie Ke hadn't been seen during this period of time.

Fu Zhiyu originally thought that he would be discouraged for a while knowing that he was also reborn, but not long after, he ate the familiar taste of thousand-layer cake in the Liuli Palace.

After he ate it, the material of this mille-feuille cake became better. After all, the ingredients in the palace are carefully selected, so it is naturally different from the outside, but this craftsmanship is indeed made by the proprietress of the small restaurant. ,unique.

Delicious is delicious, but it doesn't mean that Fu Zhiyu wants to eat it in the palace.

He inquired about it, and found out that the Xie family had sent a group of cooks into the palace in the name of tribute, and the emperor who could make some small folk cakes was specially sent to the small kitchen of the Liuli Palace. I like the taste.

"I really like it very much. Last time I ate a few more mouthfuls of this pastry at the banquet, the emperor asked her to come to the small kitchen of the Liuli Palace." Concubine Yun Gui was still puzzled when Fu Zhiyu asked about this, "It's just a piece of cake. It's just a small matter, what's the problem?"

"...No problem," Fu Zhiyu rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Just asking casually, this pastry is not bad, please reward this cook with some money, let the servants treat her well in Liuli Palace, and don't lack all kinds of food and clothing .”

In his previous life, his mother and concubine really liked to eat this mille-feuille cake, and he often brought her a copy into the palace.

Fu Zhiyu sent the maid next to her to ask carefully. The proprietress said that the old lady needed money for medical treatment, and happened to meet a nobleman from the Xie family. She took a large sum of money and voluntarily entered the palace. It is a great fortune to be appreciated by the master. I am doing well.

After hearing this, Fu Zhiyu sighed, and could only reward some more money. That was the most he could do for the proprietress.Her current happiness does not seem to be fake, but what she has not yet realized is that it is difficult to enter the palace, and it is even more difficult to get out. The cooks who have been sent to the palace must be of a certain age before they can go out. It is also a ghost in the palace, the gains and losses of which can only be appreciated slowly by oneself.

So, Fu Zhiyu didn't eat this delicious pastry.

Xie Ke seemed to convey a message to Fu Zhiyu through this pastry, that he would never give up, which made Fu Zhiyu even more depressed.

No matter what, Xie Ke will not change, he is still the same.

Fu Zhiyu didn't understand in his previous life why Xie Ke could always be so high above the others. When he was the concubine of the general's mansion, Fu Zhiyu felt the arrogance in his bones when he got along with him. At that time, he didn't understand how this arrogance was formed. It is understood that he is proud of his talent, then he does have this arrogant ability.

But he later understood that Xie Ke, as a player who plays the leading role, will naturally feel a sense of arrogance when facing their data with a set trajectory, which is stronger than the strict hierarchy of this dynasty. The level is high, after all, Xie Ke is destined to be in control, and within the range he thinks it is possible, he can naturally play whatever he wants.

What's more, it's just a small role, a couple living in an ordinary restaurant, they should be arranged by him, even if it's just used as a tool to please others, even himself.

Fu Zhiyu didn't tell Ming Dao and his concubine about these thoughts in his heart. They all liked that cake. Although Fu Zhiyu couldn't eat it because of the pressure, the proprietress would only make these cakes. If the master never ordered her cakes, even If you eat less in a meal, you will be discovered by the servants in the palace. The palace servants are all white with red tops, and they will think she is unimportant and bully her. It is impossible for him to keep staring at her.

The matter of the thousand-layer cake made Fu Zhiyu refresh his understanding of Xie Ke. He just felt that it was really scary, and it was better to stay as far away from him as possible.

Outside of the Liuli Palace, this year's imperial examination went very smoothly, and Fu Zhiyu heard something even when he was behind closed doors.

This year's first class is all from poor families. It is not surprising that the number one in the literary examination is still Shen Yang. This time Xie Ke did not participate in the martial arts, so the second in the previous life became the first this time, and he is also a commoner. Wang, Fu Zhiyu remembered that he was covered in black tendon flesh, obviously not yet twenty, and as strong as a hill, this man just happened to be called Wang Xiaoshan.

The emperor held a Qionglin banquet in the imperial garden, which was very lively.Fu Zhiyu couldn't refuse this occasion no matter what, as a prince who has already been crowned king, it is impossible for him not to come.

Come, come, anyway, Fu Zhiyu sat in the seat he should be doing, didn't speak, and ate the fruit on the table when he felt hungry, eating with all his heart, ignoring external things.

But just because he doesn't want to talk to others doesn't mean they don't want to talk to him.

Xie Ke's gaze alone is enough to make people uncomfortable, but Shen Yang, the number one scholar, does not want to accept other people's flattery, but insists on pushing in front of his eyes.

"Prince Zhao," Shen Yang bowed to him, "Do you remember me?"

Fu Zhiyu swallowed the peach in his mouth, glanced at him lazily, and said: "Shen Zhuangyuan is now a celebrity in front of the father, how can this king not remember?"

"King Zhao just remember," Shen Yang didn't seem to hear the indifference in Fu Zhiyu's tone, or he didn't care at all, but just approached with a smile, "It's my luck that I was favored by the emperor, but if you talk about talent and fame No matter what, it can’t compare to King Zhao. I still remember that when I saw King Zhao’s paintings when I was under the apprentice of Master Xu, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s a stroke of genius.”

"Really?" Fu Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, "But I can't do painting anymore, Shen Zhuangyuan should forget about the past, remembering it so clearly is nothing but regret."

The Qionglin Banquet is now a happy time, this kind of banquet is not restricted to formalities, the emperor on the seat is also very happy, although the audience is a bit chaotic, but it is lively, he is happy to see it.

Shen Yang seemed to want to say something, but some people suddenly appeared behind him, they should be Jinshi of his same period, and they wanted to drag him away while talking.

"Shen Zhuangyuan, let's continue drinking!" Those people shouted loudly, "We won't go home until we're drunk!"

"If you don't drink, you don't give face!"

Shen Yang couldn't deal with these people at all, and was quickly dragged away, but he kept turning his head to look at Fu Zhiyu, with a very anxious expression on his face, and kept talking to Fu Zhiyu, looking at his mouth. Type probably means "careful", but the voice is noisy here, and his words were immediately drowned in the crowd.

Fu Zhiyu ignored him, bowed his head and stuffed another piece of peach into his mouth. The peaches that were brought into the palace were very sweet and moist, better than anyone else at the banquet.

But when Shen Yang left, another person came.

He heard a voice behind him, the tone was low and the volume was not loud, but it was hard to ignore.

"Zhiyu," Xie Ke said standing behind him at some point, "I think we need to talk."

He no longer honored Fu Zhiyu as King Zhao. Only each other could hear their voices at such a distance, and Fu Zhiyu knew it as soon as he heard it. Xie Ke was almost sure that he was also reborn.