"Fang Zilan, what nonsense are you talking about?" Awan blurted out subconsciously, but stopped the moment he saw Fang Zilan as cold as ice. After a while, he whispered: "Even the young master can't..."
"What can't be done?" Fang Zilan smiled evilly, "We are on the same boat. If something happens to me, do you think he can clean it up?"
Awan's expression changed instantly and her voice was very low: "Fang Zilan, are you really not afraid that the young master will kill you?"
"I am still useful to him, but he is reluctant to let go." Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly, and her voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke, disappearing in Awan's ear in the blink of an eye, but making her face even more ugly.
"When have you ever seen a young master reluctant to let go, even if it's Wu Qing..." A Wan did not continue, but Fang Zilan knew what she meant.
Wu Qing was the former princess and the person closest to Ji Ningtian. However, Ji Ningtian still got her involved in the muddy waters of the ghost gate.
To that man, all of them were just pawns in his hands.
But for some reason, Fang Zilan wanted to bet on this, betting that Ji Ningtian would have no one to use except her, Fang Zilan.
"Have you thought about it?" Awan stretched out her hand and pulled Fang Zilan's sleeve, pulling her thoughts back together. "If you offend the young master, no one can save you."
"Who said that the young master will definitely be annoyed?" She smiled slightly, "I haven't thought about it. Because of the status of the former dynasty, the Fang family will give the young master some bad treatment. The Ouyang family has been weak in the court in the past two years. , coupled with Li Shengxuan's accession to the throne, all the aristocratic families are worried, lest he will let the Xiahou family into the court again, this is the best time to marry each other. "
Awan frowned, "But the Shangguan family is a sinner, and other families are afraid of avoiding it, so how can they be willing to get married?"
Fang Zilan still just smiled, "It is true that the Shangguan family is a sinner, but it is also true that Li Shengxuan has selfish motives. The power behind the Shangguan family has not been affected at all. This alone is enough to impress a weak Ouyang family. More What's more..."
She paused, and the smile on her face became brighter, "They are not marrying the daughter of the Shangguan family, but the daughter of the Wang family."
Awan was confused, "What do you mean?"
"The Wang family is a noble family in Yanzhou after all. I have to give Wang Quanzhi some face, otherwise my life in Yanzhou will be very sad in the future?" Fang Zilan said in an understatement, and Awan suddenly reacted, "What do you mean? yes……"
"It's what you think." Fang Zilan nodded, "This matter is of great importance. I have to write letters to the Fang family and Ouyang family in person, but just by speaking, I want to persuade the two aristocratic families to buy it. I'm afraid it won't be easy, and I have to ask the young master to help me secretly. There are too many people staring at me now, and I can't leave at all, so I can only let you go in person. "
"Are you trying to push me away?" Awan's voice was a little lower, as if she was a little disappointed. Fang Zilan reached out to pat her shoulder, but in the end his hand did not fall on her shoulder, but was She held her wrist with her backhand.
Fang Zilan let her hold her and sighed softly, "Little Awan, there are some things that are meaningless to say. I must go to the military camp to clean up the situation in the past two days, and there is no point in you staying here. , you might as well take a trip for me."
"You should leave the message to the messenger crow. If I stay here, I can help you watch the yard and keep an eye on this group of women with malicious intentions." Awan said, taking out a wax pill from his sleeve and shaking it in front of Fang Zilan. After a moment, he said, "Young Master really understands you."
"This is... a nine-petal flower?" Fang Zilan stared blankly at the wax pill in Awan's hand, as if she was possessed. Awan waved his hand in front of her, but she still had no reaction.
"Fang Zilan, it's not the first time you've seen this nine-petal flower, why do you act like you've never seen it before?" Awan put the wax pill in front of Fang Zilan angrily, "Just write whatever you want, I'll do it for you Guard.”
After Awan finished speaking, she whistled, and soon a navy blue bird landed on her shoulder and gently pecked the belt on her shoulder.
"I've brought all the letter crows. Young master is fully prepared this time." Fang Zilan sneered, making Awan feel a little dazed. There was clearly a hint of coldness in her voice, but when she distinguished it carefully, it turned out that He was as indifferent as ever.
The nine-petal flower is a special way of sending messages in the ghost gate. A nine-petal flower is sealed in a wax pill. After the wax pill melts, the nine-petal flower will return to its original shape. The flower is as big as a bucket and the color is like blood.
The people in the ghost sect used silver embroidery needles to embroider characters on the petals, and then used medicine to seal the flowers into wax pills. When the recipient receives the letter, he melts the wax pills and soaks the nine-petal flower in the same potion. The flower will fade away and become as white as paper, and you can clearly see what is written on it.
Seeing that Fang Zilan took the wax pill but made no move, Awan turned away and said softly: "If you have anything you want to say, write it down with the master. I won't peek."
Fang Zilan burst into laughter upon hearing this. What else could she want to say to Ji Ningtian to this day?
She thought for a while, then took out the silver embroidery needle in her purse, moved her fingertips slightly, and stroked the flowers one stroke at a time, leaving indelible traces. Just like those thoughts that had been in her heart, they remained exactly the same.
It turns out that no matter who Fang Zilan is, her feelings for Ji Ningtian are so complicated.
After not hearing anything for a long time, Awan lost her temper and couldn't help but said: "Have you finished writing it?"
"Okay." Fang Zilan responded in a low voice, and Awan turned her head and saw that she had sealed the flowers into the wax balls. She couldn't help but be stunned, "When did you..."
Awan's voice was very soft, and she was too worried to hear it clearly, so she subconsciously asked: "What?"
"It's nothing." Awan waved her hand, "Young master also said that you are clumsy and can't seal the nine-petal flower. I think you are probably much more skilled than me in this method. Young master is really..."
A Wan smacked her lips as she spoke, and Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment. She had a familiar feeling in her heart since she just saw the nine-petal flower, but what A Wan just said didn't seem to be fake. What's going on?
Seeing that she was still where she was, Awan frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and slapped her hard, "Recover!"
She then looked at Awan as if she had just woken up from a dream, and said numbly: "What's wrong with me?"
"The nine-petal flower is a famous evil flower, with the effect of leaving the soul. Who would have thought that your concentration is so poor?" Awan explained eagerly, stepped forward and grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist, but when he touched it, Her expression changed in the blink of an eye, "You..."
Fang Zilan saw that she looked wrong and quickly shook off her hand, then took a few steps back before standing still.
A Wan's face was as gloomy as Fang Zilan had ever seen. She was about to say something, but A Wan beat her to it. "Fang Zilan, are you tired of living? How dare you advance the time of taking medicine without authorization? Do you know that now This suppressive prescription is already extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, your life will be gone. How dare you use the medicine at will?"
A Wan's attacks were like a barrage of attacks. She had no room to reply and could only let A Wan scold her.
"And the wounds on your body have never been broken. Which doctor who has suffered a thousand cuts gave you medicine? He dared to treat your wounds without understanding your condition. How dare you let them heal you? "
A Wan was so angry that she scolded all the doctors who had treated Fang Zilan. Only then did she feel relieved and calm down.
Fang Zilan poured the tea early in the morning, and when Awan was quiet, she quickly put the tea into her hand. The meticulous look made Awan dumbfounded, "It's useless what you do. If it weren't for the sake of the young master, I would really be too lazy." Never mind you!"
"I know that Xiao Awan, who is so beautiful and kind-hearted, will not be the same as me." Fang Zilan followed the good and had the tendency to flatter.
Awan snorted coldly, "Are we familiar with you? I'm afraid I don't have the ability. Don't you have a good idea of your physical condition? Have you ever thought about how many days you have left to live if this continues?"
Hearing this, Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear. She spoke slowly, her voice a little low, "I know I don't have much time left. Ah Wan, you might as well tell me directly. I feel confident."
"If you don't take drugs indiscriminately and take good care of your body, you can be safe for ten years. But if you don't take care of your body and still live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife with new injuries, I'm afraid five years will be a long time. "Awan let out a long sigh, which made her heart sink a little bit.
In the past, she always felt that if she died, she might be able to return to her original world.
But after staying here for this period of time, she didn't figure out why she came to this world. Instead, she had vague feelings about everything around her.
If this continues, I'm afraid even she herself won't be able to tell. Who is alive now?
Seeing that she was speechless for a long time, Awan couldn't help but comfort her: "As long as I'm here, I can help you live just one more day. You can just keep your heart in your stomach. I don't believe that the world is so big. I can’t find a way for you to survive.”
"I..." Fang Zilan muttered, "I sometimes get confused. Who am I?"
"Are you stupid?" Awan stood on tiptoe and tapped her forehead, "You are Fang Zilan, Zixiu Fang Zilan, isn't this the name you chose for yourself?"
"I took it myself?" Fang Zilan repeated A Wan's words blankly, and A Wan nodded, "Yes, what happened to that arrogant Zi Xiu back then? Fang Zi Lan, the best swordsman in the world, who do you think you are? ?”
Fang Zilan murmured to herself uncertainly: "Zixiu, the best swordsman in the world, are these really me?"
"What's going on with you?" Awan frowned even deeper, "Even without these names, aren't you still you? What's the difference? Who are you and what kind of person are you? The decision is made by the head, not to mention the need for others to dictate.”
"Little Awan, do you think I can decide by myself?" Fang Zilan smiled bitterly, "The world is a chessboard, and everyone is a chess piece. You and I are just a piece in the hands of the person who holds the piece, so what can we decide?"
