I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

What Fang Yi longs to build is an independent and powerful kingdom. He dreams of recruiting talented people and having his cavalry gallop across the battlefield.

He yearned to achieve unparalleled cultivation and to laugh at the grudges in the martial arts world under the sword.

He also hoped to have a full warehouse of gold and silver and enjoy a carefree and comfortable life.

Compared with Zhang Wenyuan's grand and profound ambitions, his ideals seem more simple and direct.

However, being able to win the favor of Zhang Wenyuan, the deputy commander of the Kyoto Imperial Guard, is undoubtedly a good thing. After all, his power is still weak at the moment, like a candle in the wind.

"My Lord, I understand your lofty ambitions, but please don't forget yourself. You are the lord of Jiuyuan, not an ordinary county magistrate. You should appoint a competent county magistrate to take charge of daily government affairs, so that you don't have to do everything yourself, and end up not even having time to hone your martial arts."

Zhang Wenyuan gave earnest advice.

Fang Yi smiled bitterly and responded, "Not only the county magistrate, but even the county magistrate, the chief clerk, and even the chief of the yamen runners are all Lu Dongxun's confidants. I dismissed them all yesterday. It will take some time to select talented people."

"Matters need to be resolved one by one. The current priority is to recuperate your body and mind. I will be in charge of the affairs of the county government for the time being." Zhang Wenyuan's words were indifferent, but they revealed a hint of warmth, which comforted Fang Yi.

After several nights of hard work, if it weren't for his young body, he would have been overwhelmed.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Wenyuan, Fang Yi returned to the mansion with Xiaorou. Exhausted, he quickly changed his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, night had quietly fallen.

Lying on the large bed, Fang Yi actually began to miss the warm company of Lu Qingxue and Xiaorou, who had decorated the bed with incomparable sweetness.

After washing up, I walked into the dining hall. The variety of delicacies on the table were mouth-watering: fried, deep-fried, stir-fried, stewed, and everything else.

Fang Yi, who had been hungry for many days, almost drooled at the sight of this table of exquisite delicacies. But what attracted him more than the feast was the beautiful woman sitting quietly at the table.

This time, Fang Yi had the opportunity to see with his own eyes Lu Dingwen's other daughter, Lu Qingxue's twin sister Lu Baixue.

The two sisters look very similar, with waterfall-like black hair, moon-like bright faces, and graceful figures that seem to be natural.

Lu Baixue has a beauty mole at the corner of her mouth, and her more calm and mature dress and temperament form a sharp contrast with Lu Qingxue's liveliness.

Perhaps because of the shadow of the past, there was a hint of melancholy between Lu Baixue's brows, and she seemed to be a few years older than her sister.

Fang Yi also vaguely noticed the bruises on Lu Baixue's wrists and neck that had not yet healed. Imagining the scars hidden under her clothes, he couldn't help but feel pity for her.

He found it hard to understand how Lu Dongxun could have the heart to bully such a weak woman like this?

"Miss Lu Baixue, please rest assured. With me here, no one will dare to hurt you in the future!"

"My Lord, thank you for saving me from that evil official. Thank you for saving my family and the people of Jiuyuan..."

Lu Baixue's eyes were red and she covered her face and sobbed, while Lu Qingxue and Xiaorou comforted her with kind words.

"My lord, look at you, you've made Sister Bai Xue sad again." Xiaorou said with a hint of blame.

Fang Yi scratched his head awkwardly and said with a smile: "I didn't say anything. Okay, everyone, please sit down and eat."

The two sisters bowed respectfully and sat down. Facing the company of the three beauties, Fang Yi's appetite was aroused and he swallowed two large bowls of rice in one breath.

As the night deepened, Fang Yi returned to his study and compiled all of Jiuyuan's affairs into a memorial, preparing to send it to the capital the next day.

He knew that even if he did not submit this memorial, Emperor Taining would know everything. After all, the Jinyiwei's carrier pigeons had already sent the news back to the capital.

But the procedure cannot be abolished. It is a necessary step for requesting rewards from Emperor Taining and the court in the future, and for laying the foundation for restoring Jiuyuan County to Jiuyuan Prefecture.

Fang Yi put down his pen and spread out the imperial edict of pardon granted by Emperor Taining and the list of exiles presented by Liu Congwu on the desk. In his mind, the best candidate for pardon has quietly taken shape, like a star in the dark night, bright but hidden.

The decision was made, but he was not in a hurry to implement it, because the time had not come yet and everything needed to wait for the right time. Afterwards, Fang Yi immersed himself in the practice of the Overlord's Power. Zhang Wenyuan's return to Beijing was imminent, and the Pure Yang Swordsmanship and Kung Fu needed to be perfected.

As the morning light broke, Fang Yi was awakened from his meditation by a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in." He opened his eyes and saw Xiaorou gently pushing the door and walking into the room, holding a large bag wrapped in oil paper in her hand.

Fang Yi stretched his body, yawning, his eyes swept across the package in Xiaorou's hand, and asked casually: "What is this? I don't want to eat buns for breakfast."

"This is not for you, the Marquis, but for those little guys." Xiaorou said with a smile.

"Little guy? Are you talking about the mouse?" Fang Yi was surprised.

"My Lord, have you forgotten? Before leaving Beijing, you went to find that secret Taoist priest. That fortune-telling stand later became a rat poison vendor..."

Before Xiaorou finished speaking, Fang Yi's memories came flooding back, "I remember now, I bought all the rat poison. What's your intention in digging it out now?"

"I accidentally found these when I was packing my luggage, so I came to ask you how to deal with them."

"What else can I do? Can't I eat it? I just spread it in the corner to prevent rats. Don't bother me with such trivial matters in the future. As a marquis, I have lofty ambitions." Fang Yi snorted coldly, got up from the futon and prepared to wash up.

However, just as she had finished tidying up, Xiaorou hurried back.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you infested with rats?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.

"My lord, please look!" Xiaorou raised a few pieces of oil paper in her hand.

"Isn't it just oil paper for wrapping rat poison? What's the big deal..." Fang Yi hadn't finished speaking when he was surprised to see a strange pattern on the oil paper.

Upon closer inspection, the two pieces of oil paper were pieced together to form a map!

"Quick, pour out all the rat poison and free up all the oil paper!" Fang Yi ordered hurriedly, working together with Xiaorou.

Soon, the oil paper was spread out on the ground, forming a mysterious picture!

"What does this picture mean? Where is the place depicted?" Fang Yi squatted down, full of doubts.

"Could it be a treasure map?" Xiaorou said with a smile.

"Stop daydreaming... wait, there is indeed a treasure chest mark on this mountain! Even if there is no treasure, there may be some unknown secrets hidden here!" Fang Yi was surprised and confused.

"My lord, why is there a treasure map on the back of the oil paper that wraps the rat poison? Is this a prank? Who would use a treasure map as rat poison?" Xiaorou questioned.

Fang Yi seemed to understand something, and murmured in a half-awake state: "What if the person selling rat poison is not an ordinary person?"

"My Lord, are you kidding? I don't want to stay here for long. I'll have to clean up the rat poison first." Xiaorou brushed off the dust on her hands and looked for a broom.

"Wait a minute! Keep these rat poisons away. Maybe they are not ordinary rat poisons at all." Fang Yi murmured, his eyes blurred.

Xiaorou sighed softly, thinking that her master was daydreaming again.

But in Fang Yi's mind, it suddenly became clear that the chance encounter in Jiuqu Alley that day might not be accidental. The mysterious Taoist priest disguised himself as a rat poison vendor, so that he could not see his true appearance.