Chapter 283 Huaiyuan's Daily Life (Part 2)
"Your Excellency."
After an unknown amount of time, the peasant woman raised her head again, sweating profusely.
But the nobleman's clothes moved, and he came forward. With shaking hands, he took off his cloak and wrapped the wet calf.
The peasant woman was stunned and felt that this nobleman from the capital was more and more strange.
She couldn't help but muster up the courage to look at the other person.
But she found that the other person's expression was even uglier than hers.
"Come back tomorrow." The nobleman stood up and said.
What on earth could he see in it that would make him happy?
The peasant woman couldn't understand.
But at this moment, a guard handed over a string of copper coins. The peasant woman immediately forgot all her fatigue and fear, and she held the coins tightly in her palm and walked away happily.
"Follow him." Fu Yi turned back to his seat and gave the order without looking back.
In order to ensure that the peasant woman does not tell others about his behavior and movements, so as to prevent someone from making any inappropriate associations, the peasant woman must of course keep an eye on him.
The guard responded, but couldn't help but glance down at the dirty hem of Fu Yi's clothes.
The master has changed a lot recently.
I can't even take care of such trivial details.
In a blink of an eye, the sun set, and Cheng Nianying finished his inspection with the county magistrate and returned to the government office.
Fu Yi lowered his head and sniffed the faint scent of blood on his body, then immediately went to take a shower and change clothes.
"Wan Boqi is here to ask to see the crown prince again." The guard took out a new cloak and put it on Fu Yi, saying.
Fu Yi nodded and asked, "How are the cow and the calf?"
The guard was stunned, still not used to the fact that his master had shifted his focus from those treacherous major events to livestock.
"Okay, very good, nothing's wrong, the calf can stand up now." The guard answered haltingly.
The cow's body is strong and huge, but the birth process is still bloody and cruel.
Fu Yi looked up at himself in the mirror.
As expected, his brows were unconsciously frowned.
He raised his hand to smooth it out before walking out.
Because Cheng Nianying saved the "insignificant" people living outside the city, the Huaiyuan County magistrate treated her with great respect.
This short county magistrate looked skinny but full of energy. He accompanied Cheng Nianying to inspect Huaiyuan's defensive fortifications, farmland irrigation, check taxes and grain, review criminal cases, and even brought the county annals for Cheng Nianying to read.
This allowed Cheng Nianying to quickly experience what it was like to combine the functions of "public security, procuratorate, law, taxation, agriculture, and civil affairs" in one person in the smallest unit.
After seeing so many things at once, it is inevitable that there are still some things that I have not fully digested.
It was as if she was back in the Prince's Mansion. Cheng Nianying had a lot to say and couldn't wait to tell Fu Yi.
"Fu Yi." Cheng Nianying walked in quickly.
Fu Yi bumped into her radiant face head-on, feeling as if he were being showered by a spring breeze.
Without thinking, he held Cheng Nianying's wrist and supported her.
Cheng Nianying still didn't look like she was going to be a mother. She walked lightly and looked more energetic than before.
This made Fu Yi's brows relax a little.
But when he looked over Cheng Nianying's shoulder, he found that Wan Boqi had also followed.
When the follower Wan Boqi saw Fu Yi, he pinched his nose and called out stiffly, "Prince Danshuo."
"General Wan, what else do you want?" Fu Yi asked him.
Wan Boqi was extremely unwilling to deal with Fu Yi.
But he continued to answer with a pinched nose: "The rebellion in Huaiyuan has been quelled. I would like to invite the crown prince to the army to watch the soldiers' martial arts demonstration."
Wan Boqi was willing to believe in the female crown prince, but with his ability to sit on the bench for a thousand years, he didn't know how to get close to the new crown prince.
So I came up with this idea.
It was rare for Fu Yi not to mock others in his heart. He turned to look at Cheng Nianying.
Cheng Nianying said, "I am going, but I have something to tell you first."
It turned out that I was thinking about him first.
These words naturally made Prince Danshuo feel relieved.
"I will go with the crown prince." Fu Yi said immediately.
Cheng Nianying responded crisply: "Okay!"
Wan Boqi was very unhappy.
But there is no way.
The more the Huaiyuan County Magistrate appeared to be close to the Crown Prince, the more Wan Boqi felt that the shadow of the old emperor was reappearing.
——I’m afraid that culture will be emphasized over military power again.
Over there, the third prince and the fifth prince were competing to survive.
Here, Wan Boqi unconsciously embarked on the path of competing for favor with civil servants.
…
Cheng Nianying went to watch the martial arts performance.
Wan Boqi has now been initially tamed by Cheng Nianying, but the other deputy generals who came with him do not think so.
They wanted to test him, but Fu Yi stood aside, afraid that if they missed any of his thoughts, he would hold a grudge against him.
So he could only try to probe her tactfully: "I heard from the guards in Huaiyuan that the day the crown prince rescued the people and returned to the city was extremely dangerous. At that time, a sharpshooter appeared from the top of the city wall and forced General Wenxiang Shentu Yu to retreat with a single arrow..."
Wan Boqi was also curious: "Why is there no trace of the sharpshooter? But he came from Yujing?"
Liang Wang's men? The others thought.
Cheng Nianying also wanted to ask Fu Yi: "Where is Dadong?"
"He's sick and recuperating in the Imperial Capital."
Cheng Nianying immediately understood that Xiao Dong came here to save his brother.
"You didn't kill them." Cheng Nianying said softly, her voice unconsciously carrying a hint of joy.
The assassins in Shaoqu Tower naturally didn't have any deep friendships with one another. If it weren't for the tower's rule against attacking one's own people, the killers would surely have taken advantage of their own people.
But I still remember that when the two Dong brothers were arrested, Cheng Nianying felt a sense of grief for the other party.
Now that they are alive and well, the shadow that Fu Yi left on Cheng Nianying has been completely erased from her memory.
But Cheng Nianying was still curious: "Why didn't you kill them later?"
Fu Yi pursed his lips to reveal a hint of white, but still smiled frankly and said, "I'm not a murderer. What I want doesn't have to be built on swords. If they have other uses, why must they die?"
"Um."
Fu Yi felt uncomfortable when he heard her only respond.
I wanted to hold Cheng Nianying's hand, but I didn't want to destroy her dignity in front of everyone.
So he had to hold it in and lowered his voice even more: "You know, this is how I act..."
He sighed softly, "It probably can't be changed."
Cheng Nianying responded with "hmm" again, and turned back to catch a hint of disappointment on his face.
Prince Danshuo will also feel lost.
Cheng Nianying licked her lips and said, "Doesn't the book say that we judge by deeds, not by heart?"
"Um?"
"It's good that they have a good result."
"Yeah." Fu Yi stared at her and smiled deeply. "Just use them boldly in the future and give them a better path."
They will follow you and be loyal to you even more.
Wan Boqi couldn't help but cough lightly at this time.
Fu Yi, ah Fu Yi! You really know how to compete for favor!
The two chatted for a while as if no one was around, which made Wan Boqi a little jealous, while the others felt like they were being intimidated.
You know what, things became quite well-behaved afterwards.
"That archer..." the deputy general said hesitantly, "Can your subordinates and others see his archery skills?"
Cheng Nianying turned her gaze back to them.
He casually pulled out a bow and arrow from the weapon bag carried by a soldier beside him.
"He's not here at the moment. Let me do it."
The words fell.
Cheng Nianying drew his bow and shot an arrow straight at the target ten feet away.
It was as if the wind had just moved slightly, and when I opened my eyes again, the arrow had pierced the center of the target.
There was a sudden silence.
The shooting distance of more than ten feet is enough to dominate the battlefield.
Cheng Nianying moved her wrist, but did not throw it away like the nobles did.
She also carefully put the bow and arrow back into the bag.
The soldier came back to his senses from his daze and said quickly, "I'll sort it out."
When it comes to archery, Cheng Nianying is naturally not as proficient as the two Dong brothers.
But she always cherishes every "weapon" at her hand.
Therefore, she can learn almost anything she gets.
In her efforts to survive, she has accumulated so many skills bit by bit.
"The Crown Prince has great archery skills!" Wan Boqi suddenly shouted.
Then he started clapping his hands.
Asking Wan Boqi to flatter someone like this was truly difficult for him. But military commanders always preferred to be judged by their strength. As long as the crown prince was good, then that was good! This made his flattery much more relaxed and sincere.
The others just woke up from their dream at this moment: "The Crown Prince is amazing!"
"No wonder the Crown Prince was able to bring a sharpshooter from Imperial Capital. The Crown Prince is so powerful, so he must have many capable people under him."
No one doubted anymore that the magistrate was joking.
Wan Boqi's eyes swept across their faces one by one, and he immediately felt relieved.
Now they could understand the shock he felt when the crown prince put a knife to his neck.
Oh no, it’s still a pity.
They have never been put on the neck.
Wanbaiqi muttered to himself.
This martial arts performance came to a perfect end.
On the way back, Cheng Nianying and Fu Yi rode in the same carriage.
Wan Boqi really wanted to squeeze in and join in the fun, but Fu Yi glanced at him and bolted the car door.
Wan Boqi gritted his teeth in anger.
Why is it that Fu Yi is always the favorite minister?
"I read the county annals today..." The crown prince's voice drifted faintly through the wall of the carriage.
The blurred voice sounded strangely familiar for some reason.
Wan Boqi was riding on his horse when he suddenly slapped his knee hard.
At that time! In the palace! When the old emperor was blaming Fu Yi for Princess Zhaoning's death, the person who stood up beside Prince Liang to overturn Fu Yi's verdict... turned out to be the crown prince!
Fu Yi's feelings for him were already planted at that time!
Wan Boqi was very envious and couldn't help but compete for favor more actively the next day.
But he forgot to look at himself in the mirror. It was really difficult for an old orange peel like him to compete for favor with the young and handsome Prince Danshuo.
Because of the tight schedule during the day, Cheng Nianying fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes at night and slept very soundly.
Fu Yi was tortured as usual for half the night. The next day he got up and went to see other livestock giving birth.
Donkeys, sheep, pigs, even dogs and cats were all looked at.
In the eyes of Prince Danshuo, even a chicken laying an egg seemed painful and cruel to him.
Fu Yi is a person who is used to keeping everything firmly in his hands.
He had originally thought well.
Through repeated watching and learning, the uncontrollable uncertainty in your heart can be crushed away bit by bit.
But the more you see.
But the more I read, the more I feel that what is written in the book, "Giving birth for women is like walking through the gates of hell," is not a joke at all.
These few short words are filled with blood and tears.
"My dear sir?" The newly invited midwife spoke tremblingly.
The man needs to understand the entire process of a woman delivering a baby, and also listen to what kind of babies she has delivered, the good ones and the bad ones.
This was the first time for the midwife.
After hearing this, the nobleman seemed extremely dissatisfied with her.
The job of a midwife can be summed up as "relying entirely on experience and is unreliable."
The midwife thought, what can we do?
Isn’t it God who decides whether to live or die?
But the noble man obviously doesn't think so.
He seemed to insist on an exact result that could not have any mistakes.
Can humans control the hands of God, who manipulates fate? The midwife thought. Then who can control it?
At night.
Cheng Nianying took a nap today and was not very sleepy in the evening.
She grasped Fu Yi's slightly cool fingertips.
Fu Yi has beautiful hands.
Cheng Nianying grabbed it enthusiastically as if she was playing with some precious item.
Grasping and grabbing: "...Why is there a blister on your hand?"
Fu Yi retreated as if nothing had happened. It was difficult for him to say that all his days of learning cooking skills were in vain.
"You've been acting a little weird lately." Cheng Nianying said again.
Fu Yi moved his lips, but was speechless.
The Prince of Danshuo, who played with everything, finally received his "retribution" - there were things in this world that he could not control no matter how hard he tried.
That matter involved his internal organs.
Sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I feel sad.
Cheng Nianying raised her hand and touched Fu Yi's chest, and could clearly feel the buzzing sensation coming from underneath.
She suddenly stopped harboring ill intentions and found it amusing to watch him in such a hurry.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she grabbed Fu Yi's clothes, leaned forward and kissed him.
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