"Are you still thinking about the will of heaven?" Xiao Hei looked at Fang Zhiyi who was in deep thought.
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "It can actually think on its own, right?"
Xiao Hei shook his head: "It's nothing, it's a tyrant, it almost trapped us both there. I tell you, once that world is closed, there's nothing I can do."
"I'm still thinking about what it left unsaid."
Xiao Hei said, "What's there to think about? It's nothing more than why you came here... But your identity is really useful. It didn't crush you to death."
"Just because it didn't kill, I want to know what it's up to. That doesn't make sense."
Xiao Hei smiled: "It's actually very simple. It might be wondering if its world will collapse if you die."
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands, "That makes sense! So it wants the world to run according to its original trajectory, but it also wants to trap me there to ensure the stability of the world!"
"He is indeed a tyrant."
Fang Zhiyi looked down at his robe and said, "Oh, ancient times again? Come on, let me see what kind of emperor I'll be this time."
When the plot came.
Fang Zhiyi's expression became increasingly ugly.
During the Jinghe period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Fang family of Jinling City was one of the most prominent merchant families, with silk shops and grain stores spread all over the place. However, this immense wealth had nothing to do with the master. He was the child of Fang Hongyuan, who was drunk and confused, and had fathered a child with a maid. He died of heavy bleeding just as his mother held him in her arms.
Since he remembered, Fang Zhiyi had lived in the most remote west wing of the Fang family's house. The grass in the yard was taller than a person, and it leaked drafts in the winter and rain in the summer.
Liu, the wife of the first wife, never looked him in the eye, and his two legitimate brothers, Fang Yan and Fang Heng, took to bullying him for fun. Pushing, shoving, and beatings were common, and they would often knock over the hot soup bowl in his hands, jokingly saying, "You lowly bastard, don't deserve to drink hot soup?"
The servants were even more picky about the food they served. Liu's yard had fish and meat every day, but when it came to his yard, he often had rotten porridge and rice, and sometimes he couldn't even get a bite of hot food.
Fang Zhiyi understood his situation early on, but he never complained. Fang Hongyuan wouldn't care. He simply locked himself in his drafty room, reading by the moonlight. He felt that only the truths in books could bring him some warmth. As he read, Fang Zhiyi began to think about taking the exam.
He lived frugally and even took out the relics left by his mother to exchange for some small change from the servants, so that he could scrape together enough money to take the examination for the children in the imperial examination in Fuzhou City.
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