Eight hundred miles into the Qinchuan hinterland, Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Dynasty, stands tall and majestic. It is named because the Wei River runs through it to the south, the Zong Mountain stretches to the north, and the mountains and rivers are both sunny.

On this day, on the galloping road in front of Xianyang City, a group of elite cavalry exuding bravery escorted a gorgeous chariot slowly forward. The leaders were Meng Yi and Fang Muye.

Looking at the Xianyang City lying on the bank of the Weishui River like a giant beast in front of him, and feeling the domineering power of the world's first imperial capital, Fang Mu couldn't help but be filled with emotion. Although he can also appreciate its elegance in movies and TV dramas, but where is it?

It’s as profound as seeing it face to face.

Under the leadership of Meng Yi, the Meng family troops crossed the country and entered the city, all the way to the gate of Xianyang Palace. The palace had received the order early, and now there were eunuchs and maids waiting here to welcome Yu Shu into the palace.

Meng Yi watched Yu Shu's chariot leave, feeling lost. After a long time, he turned around and said to Fang Muye and others: "You have been running around for days and have worked hard, so you should go back and rest first." After that, he went into the palace to return to the First Emperor.

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The Meng family soldiers around him dispersed one after another, but Fang Muye stood in front of Xianyang Palace and was stunned: Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?

Thanks to the great mysterious power, which only gave identities but no information, Fang Muye had no idea where Nangongyan's family lived. Now that he entered Xianyang City, he didn't even have a place to go.

While Fang Muye was thinking about what to do, three generals from the Meng family army came together. One of them, with a full beard, laughed and said: "General Nangong, it's still early. If you are not in a hurry to return home, why not stay with me?"

Go to a wine shop and have a drink."

Fang Muye was overjoyed and said loudly: "Good!"

At night, Fang Muye finally returned to Nangong's mansion, but he was carried back drunk.

"Hurry up and take your general to have a rest!" Judging by the voice, the speaker was Wang Feng, a man with a full beard.

Fang Muye felt that he was picked up by two other people, presumably servants of the mansion.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps approached, and then Fang Muye heard an old but energetic voice: "Old slave, please see General Wang, General Zheng, and General Bai."

"Uncle Fu, please be safe. General Nangong may be tired from running around for many days. He drank a few too many drinks and became drunk like this. There is no need for Uncle Fu to worry." Wang Feng's voice sounded: "General Nangong has been sent back.

Mansion, I will take my leave first."

"I send three generals to you."

Fang Muye felt that he was sent into the house by his servants, and then carefully placed on the bed. At this moment, he opened his eyes and sat up. In his deep eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of it.

Drunk.

When the two servants saw Fang Muye sitting up, they hurriedly leaned over and saluted, respectfully saying: "General."

Fang Muye waved his hand: "Step back."

"yes."

As soon as the two servants exited, an old man who looked to be in his fifties came in with a maid carrying a basin. Seeing Fang Muye sitting there, he couldn't help but said happily: "My lord, wake up."

Come on! Wash your face first, and don’t drink too much in the future."

Listening to his voice, Fang Muye recognized the old man as Uncle Fu. He felt that Uncle Fu's concern for him was from the bottom of his heart, not like an ordinary slave's attitude towards his master. He guessed that Uncle Fu and Nangong Yan must have a close relationship, and said with a smile.

: "I know, Uncle Fu."

He took the face towel soaked in warm water from the maid and wiped his face. Fang Muye felt a lot more comfortable. He handed the face towel back and told the maid: "Get out of here first."

"Yes, General." The maid responded and left.

"Uncle Fu, please sit down." Fang Muye said to Uncle Fu again.

Uncle Fu realized that Fang Muye had something to say, so he sat down as he was told.

Fang Muye looked at Uncle Fu and said nothing, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.

On the way back to Xianyang, Fang Muye had the thought that although there should be no battlefield fighting before the battle for the elixir, and it seemed worry-free on the surface, it was actually a crisis lurking. Some of the considerations he had made when he first came to this world were actually

Thinking of things too simply.

I am Nangong Yan now, but I know nothing about Nangong Yan. I am not familiar with the people and things in Da Qin. What are the names of my colleagues, what are their pasts, whether their friendship is deep or shallow, and whether there is any relationship.

I don’t know any of the grievances and grudges. The simplest thing is, I don’t even know where Nangongyan lives or where he “works”.

If he hadn't been sent back by his colleagues under the pretense of being drunk today, it would have been difficult to even find his residence. "General Nangongyan can't find his home" will probably spread throughout Xianyang City soon and be known to interested people.

There is still a period of time to be spent in Xianyang City. If some things are not clarified, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move forward in the future, or even disaster will happen, let alone trying to eat the elixir of immortality alive. It is simply a fool's dream.

Escape, it's hard to escape, where can you escape! In troubled times, people are like grass. Not to mention whether they will be killed by bandits and wild beasts, food and daily life are also a big problem.

What's more, according to the plot, Nangong Yan will take the elixir of immortality. Faced with the temptation of immortality, how can Fang Muye be willing to escape and miss this great opportunity?

Therefore, how to obtain information more effectively has become an urgent problem that needs to be solved today. It is a matter of wealth and life, and it cannot be delayed!

If you try to fumble around like a headless fly, it will be like eating arsenic for an old man. This Xianyang City and the Qin Dynasty are like a dragon's den and a tiger's den. How can you give Fang Muye a chance to make mistakes? For Fang Muye, there are no big or small mistakes, only big ones.

How could he dare to try and make mistakes when it was a life-threatening difference.

After much speculation, directly consulting someone who knew Nangong Yan and would not betray him was the only way to take a risk at the moment.

And the Fu Bo in front of me is a very good candidate.

Through the careful observation just now, Fang Muye believed that Uncle Fu should not only be the steward of Nangong Mansion, he also showed great care for Nangong Yan, and he cared from the bottom of his heart. In addition, Nangong Yan should also respect him very much. From today on

The attitude of the three Meng family generals Wang Feng, Zheng Tong and Bai Yu towards him can also be inferred. If not, the three men should have called him "Fu Guanshi" instead of "Fu Bo".

Moreover, in the social system of this era, domestic slaves are closely related to their masters. If something goes wrong with the master, none of the domestic slaves can escape.

After thinking for a long time, Fang Muye made a decision. He stared at Uncle Fu in front of him, and with the idea of ​​testing it again, he solemnly asked: "Uncle Fu, may I believe you?"

Uncle Fu, who had been waiting there silently, heard Fang Muye's question and looked at his serious expression. He guessed that Fang Muye might be facing some difficult things. He couldn't help but look worried. He stood up, bowed his head and said sincerely: "My lord, this old slave was...

I was rescued by my old master, became a slave in the house, and was entrusted with the important task of management. It has been thirty years now. During this period, the old master treated me with courtesy, and the master also treated me as a relative. The old slave looks at me

The old slave grew up with the master, and the old slave is alone in the world. The master is the relative of the old slave. As long as the master has instructions, it can be said that the old slave will die nine times without regrets!"

Fang Muzhi said, Sure enough, Uncle Fu and Nangong Yan have a close relationship. Judging from the meaning of these words, Uncle Fu clearly treats Nangong Yan as his son.

"Uncle Fu, I'm serious. You still need to take care of Nangong Mansion. How can I let you do anything wrong? This is the case. This time I went on an envoy with General Mongolia to welcome the bride. I encountered the Tu'an rebels at the border. During the battle, I couldn't help but

Shen was hit on the head and passed out. Although he was not seriously injured, he couldn't remember many things after he woke up. I didn't dare to let outsiders know about this, for fear of causing trouble. However, I have no clue now and it is inconvenient to act.
Chapter completed!