Rebirth of Buddhism

Qian Manguan is still running around looking for connections, but he doesn't know that Fu Zhiyu's thoughts are no longer on him.To be precise, even if he thought about Deng and Qian's family, he didn't pay attention to them anymore.

He knew about Deng Qian's poisoning, but the antidote was not on him, and he didn't know what kind of poison Deng Qian was poisoned. He didn't have the final say on Chen Guo and the barbarians in the Qian family's side. I'm afraid it was someone hiding behind him who had the final say. .

Now it just proves once again that in the face of real power, all tricks are useless.

To this day, it is not a problem to continue like this. Fu Zhiyu rubbed the center of his brows, and talked about it with Yuan Jiangxing: "I wrote two letters to the barbarians and Chen Guo, and also stamped my seal. Qian Manguan If you come again, give it to him. As for whether it will be useful, I can't guarantee it. As for Deng Qian's poison, I can't do anything about it."

But the Deng family is really not as anxious as Qian Manguan. It is obvious that the accident happened to Deng Qian, the backbone, but the Deng family is much calmer than what happened to the son of Qian Manguan. The ground calmed the storm.

No matter what point of view you look at, there will be no good results if this quarrel continues. Fu Zhiyu's breath is over. The two of them have countless shops and support many employees and employees. If they collapse too badly, no one can accept them. In the end, a long-term stalemate is just a lose-lose result.

This incident started with them, but for Fu Zhiyu, it didn't end like this.

Yuan Jiangxing said hello, and asked him again: "Are you still going to the government to read the files today?"

Fu Zhiyu nodded.

In the past, Yuan Jiangxing brought a few representative files to his house to show him, but Fu Zhiyu read more and more, and finally went out of the house every day to go to the place where the files are specially stored in the Yamen to look through.

Looking at the current Fu Zhiyu, Yuan Jiangxing felt very happy in his heart. He always felt that Zhiyu was a little more angry than before.

Although the beginning of this matter is not good, but for Zhiyu, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

But today Fu Zhiyu encountered a little accident. He got into the carriage and walked to the Yamen. There was a section of the way through the West City, where there were far fewer people. Fu Zhiyu was still reading a file in his hand. This is the local chronicle. There was a rubbing copy, and he took it back to the mansion to look through it carefully, and now he still doesn't forget to take it out to look at it in the car.

At this moment, he suddenly instinctively felt that something was wrong. Maybe it was because he had turned too many turns today, which made him feel strange when he was sitting in the carriage. Fu Zhiyu frowned, and slowly opened the curtains. The road ahead is very strange.

Sure enough, this is not the way to the Yamen.

Fu Zhiyu was puzzled for a while, and then looked around again. He often went to the Yamen for a few days, and the road was all in the city, so he was familiar with it long ago.Nowadays, people who are interested look at Fu Zhiyu like they are looking at a poisonous snake. They wish they could stay as far away from him as possible. No one will touch him. He even brought guards with him a few times ago, but he didn't bring them if he thought it was troublesome. He simply brought a coachman. Well, pack lightly, who knows that something like this will happen in the city today.

When he found something was wrong, Fu Zhiyu was not too anxious. He took a look and knew that he hadn't left the city yet. It's just that this place is remote and there are fewer people.

When going out of the city, you have to go through the city gate. When soldiers see a carriage, they usually have to interrogate them. As long as he is not deaf in the carriage, he can hear the voice of the questioning.

"Where are you taking me?" Fu Zhiyu looked at the strange back of the coachman, and asked in a friendly voice, "I'm busy today, I have a lot of things to do, and I don't have time to vent my anger to others. Send me back, and I'll let you go."

When the coachman saw that he had discovered it, he was startled at first, and then he showed his fierce face. While braking the carriage, he immediately pulled out a knife from under the seat, but before he could say the threat, Fu Zhiyu hit him with a palm wrist, the knife fell in response.

"Who told you to come? Qian Manguan or Deng Jinghe?" Fu Zhiyu was very surprised to see that he was so easy to deal with. It is impossible for these two people to know the result of the incense burner and not be so careless to themselves. It is useless to send such a person The coachman just wanted to deal with himself, there is no need for these two people to be so stupid.

The coachman gritted his teeth, looked at him incredulously, and asked, "Why are you still awake?"

Fu Zhiyu glanced into the carriage, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it doesn't seem so stupid, you even drugged me."

No wonder he smelled that the incense burning in the carriage was different from usual, but housekeeper Zhou often came up with some new tricks, so Fu Zhiyu didn't think much about it.He has a special physique, and his strength and blood have changed with age. His own mother has reported to him that the effect has become stronger, and they often tell him to be careful not to disclose the abnormality of his blood to the outside world.

The incense they smoked here, except that he was a little dizzy after inhaling too much, had no other feeling.

I don't know where this person plans to send himself.

Fu Zhiyu didn't bother to ask, he knocked him out with a knife, tied him up, threw him into the carriage, and drove the carriage to the Yamen by himself.He handed the man over to the soldiers of Yuan Jiangxing, briefly explained the matter, and ordered him to interrogate him carefully to see who was making trouble again.

The person guarding the yamen now happens to be Yuan Xi's husband. After hearing Fu Zhiyu's words, besides obeying orders, he couldn't help but care about his brother-in-law: "Are you all right?"

The incense burning in the carriage was also brought over, he just sniffed it from a distance, he was still on guard, his head was dizzy suddenly, Fu Zhiyu is okay?

"When I was in the royal family, I received some training." Fu Zhiyu made an excuse and mumbled the past. Anyway, no one here has exposed him. "Just try it out. If you find out something, you can tell me when I come out." Me, I went over there to read the file."

Because of this accident, he arrived at the yamen much later than expected. Fu Zhiyu took the file that he hadn't finished reading yesterday, and sat aside to read it.

After a while, someone came in again, but Fu Zhiyu didn't look up, probably a servant who came to serve him.

The servant lowered his head, served Fu Zhiyu a fruit plate and snacks, and served hot tea, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's still cold, drink some hot tea to warm up your body."

Fu Zhiyu still didn't look up, he turned a page, then gave a absent-minded "hmm" and said, "I'll drink it, close the door when you go out."

The servant responded, and after finishing the arrangement, he lowered his head and prepared to go out.

He was halfway there, but he heard Fu Zhiyu call out to him: "Wait!"

The servant's figure froze suddenly, and he was unnaturally stunned for a while, then slowly turned around, still lowered his head, and asked, "Does King Zhao have any orders?"

"Take this out," Fu Zhiyu pointed to the stove on the table, "This is where the files are kept, no open flames."

In order to heat the tea for him, the servant brought up the small stove together with a charcoal fire sitting under it, so as to ensure that the tea the master drank was always warm.

Fu Zhiyu was careful, it didn't matter if he had a sip of hot tea or not, but if the files in this room were burned, it would be a big trouble.

But this was the master's order, and the servants couldn't say anything, so he took the teapot off the stove and carefully took the stove away.

"You... be careful of burning your hands."

The special teapot had just been taken off the small stove and was put aside to cool, the servant couldn't help but care and said: "When the time comes, you can call, and the little one will come in and refill you with hot tea."

Fu Zhiyu nodded casually and told him to go down.

When he saw that his mouth was dry, he lowered his head and drank a sip of tea. The temperature of the tea was just right, and when he drank a sip of warm tea down his throat, he woke up a lot.

The incense burning in the carriage was not very effective for Fu Zhiyu on the spot, but the medicine had strong stamina, and Fu Zhiyu could feel it after sitting for a long time. There was always a feeling of dizziness, which made people want to sleep. This sip of tea It's much better to go down.

He felt comfortable, so he slowly drank the pot of tea left behind, and when the servant came to refill the hot tea, he asked suspiciously, "What kind of tea is this?"

"It's the dew before the rain that was treasured by the former prefect," the servant explained. "It's the adults outside who said that the master is dizzy today and asked to make some good tea. This is the best tea in the mansion. It's just that there is not much left. Yu Yi took the last dip."

Fu Zhiyu felt a little regretful after hearing this. He hadn't tasted Yuqianlu tea before, and he was thinking of buying some to take home, but good tea is rare, so it's not a pity to have a sip at this time.

In this room, he saw that it was one o'clock in the evening, and when the sunlight outside was not enough for him to read clearly, he prepared to go back. There was no open flame here, so no lamps could be lit.

When Fu Zhiyu went out, he also asked about the coachman by the way: "How is Shendi?"

"Almost, he knocked out the original coachman this morning and came here after changing his clothes. He said that... 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 was planned in advance, and when he went out in the morning, Yuanjiang Xing should not have delivered it yet.

"This is really..." Fu Zhiyu rubbed the center of his brows, "Don't let the coachman go, close it carefully."

As a result, when Fu Zhiyu returned to his house in a soldier's carriage, he ran into Qian Manguan head-on.

"Prince Zhao!" Qian Manguan's eyes lit up when he saw him, "I have received your letter, and this time I would like to thank you for your kindness. I have already prepared this gift, but your butler is Don't let me in! Look at this...?"

Before Fu Zhiyu could speak, the soldiers beside him came up to stop him, and said with a cold snort, "I think it's the weasel giving the chicken New Year's greetings. Master Qian, this time, it's okay if there's nothing to say?"

Qian Manguan was taken aback for a moment, wondering if this Fu Zhiyu is still angry?It doesn't make sense, if you are still angry, it's fine not to give those two letters, there is no need to show a cold face at this time.

"What's that?" Qian Manguan looked puzzled, "Please ask King Zhao to express it."

When he stood in front of the door and understood the matter clearly, 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 Mingjian, it's this time, how can you say I have the courage to do it again?" This kind of thing, isn’t that life-threatening?”