Fang Zilan nodded slightly, and Li Shengxuan agreed: "Okay. I will go and talk to King Yucheng, but the words of the play cannot be changed."
Disappointment flashed in her eyes, and the next moment she heard Li Shengxuan say: "But it's up to you how you want to change the martial arts drama."
After hearing this, she readily agreed, walked quickly to his side, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"You, you behave when you get an advantage." Li Shengxuan looked helpless, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden at any cost, "The New Year's social opera is so good that you have to go?"
Fang Zilan said nonchalantly: "I have already promised the prince, so giving up halfway cannot be justified."
Li Shengxuan's eyes darkened, "Is it just because of this?"
Fang Zilan hummed, but then added as if remembering something: "Not entirely. I heard from Awan that Yaoxie's costumes are gorgeous and beautiful, and the New Year's social opera is noisy and lively, so I want to join in and watch it."
"Listen to Awan?" Li Shengxuan frowned slightly, "You haven't seen it?"
"No." Fang Zilan shook her head honestly, "I haven't been out much since I was a child. During festivals, I only went to the temple with my mother to burn incense and pray for blessings. Later, my mother passed away, and I didn't even burn incense and pray for blessings. I could only. When I have some free time, take a look at the temple that my mother and I used to go to from a distance."
Her expression was full of longing and nostalgia, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, "I remember when I was a child, I went to offer incense during the New Year, and by chance, I happened to be in trouble in the temple. My mother and I They were separated, and everyone around me was trying to escape for their lives, but I was the only one who stayed in place stupidly."
Li Shengxuan didn't say anything and listened silently to her continued story.
"Later, a little brother grabbed my sleeve and led me out. I still remember that little brother asked me why I didn't run away. I said it was because..."
Almost at the same time, her and Li Shengxuan's voices overlapped and they said in unison: "The fireworks are beautiful."
She stared blankly at Li Shengxuan, and in a daze, the face of the person in front of her coincided with that of the boy from many years ago.
The answer was so close that she couldn't help but want to be sure, "Is that little brother your Majesty?"
Li Shengxuan did not answer her question, but simply said: "The fireworks were accidentally set off that year, which caused flooding in the back alley of Baiye Temple. The fire was not big, and it was quickly controlled."
Momiji Temple? The intermittent memories in Fang Zilan's mind gradually came together.
Yes, every time her mother took her to offer incense, she went to Baiye Temple.
She met Li Shengxuan when she was on the water, and later she met Ji Ningtian when her mother was killed, both at Baiye Temple.
In the dark, Baiye Temple is like an invisible thread, connecting her with the key people around her.
Thinking of this, her heart suddenly shook, and an inexplicable urgency surged uncontrollably. A thought suddenly came to her mind: When she had time in the future, she would definitely go to Baiye Temple in person.
Li Shengxuan saw her frozen in place and softly called her name.
Fang Zilan came back to her senses, her expression more confused. She said confusedly: "What did your Majesty say?"
There was no expression on Li Shengxuan's face, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes, "I said, the fireworks that year were really beautiful."
His voice was almost inaudible, but it still fell clearly on Fang Zilan's ears.
She suddenly felt as if a bunch of fireworks exploded in her heart.
It turns out that Li Shengxuan saved her a long time ago.
Now that the past events were brought up again, she couldn't help but feel happy about the fateful reunion, but she couldn't even explain what she was happy about.
If this was done on a normal day when she was awake, she would definitely have to dig into it to find out. However, at this moment, she was confused and her mind was in a blur.
She didn't even have time to think about whether it was the temperature of the charcoal fire in the house that was too high or the fever that made her sway like a fluttering kite.
Li Shengxuan's words about the fireworks were as beautiful as the clouds in the sky. She was addicted to it and wanted to get closer, but she was afraid of the storm hidden behind the clouds, which would break her into pieces in the next moment.
Her mouth was dry, and some words were sticking to her lips, ready to come out. She almost couldn't hold them back and let them come out of her mouth, so she had to bite her lips tightly to try to force them back.
When Li Shengxuan saw that she was about to talk, her expression was very similar to the one he saw in Baiye Temple that year.
In fact, he had met her and her mother long before that escape. Rather than saying that I have seen it before, it is better to say that I took a look at it from a distance through the crowds of people and the fragrant mist in Baiye Temple.
When she was young, Fang Zilan looked extremely obedient, with a natural aura of intelligence. She was a little girl that even if she was thrown into a pile of children, people couldn't help but look at her twice.
As for her mother, she always wears plain clothes with a gauze covering her face, and her every move is extremely low-key. During every festival, she would be taken to Baiye Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and she seemed very pious among the many pilgrims.
It was rumored that the lady in the mansion had scratched her face due to fighting for favor, so she felt much more at ease. She prayed to God and Buddha so devoutly just to live a safe life.
But he knew that the truth behind the rumors might not be the case.
He once saw their mother and daughter setting lanterns in the valley behind the Baiye Temple by chance.
The wordless gray lantern was licked away bit by bit by the rising flames, making it look particularly eerie in the daytime.
He knew that it was a dark lamp, specially lit for the deceased. He has also ordered it for his brothers who are buried in the battlefield, but he has never seen any women from the back house know how to order it. They all feel that it is unlucky.
Xu was curious, so he followed the mother and daughter that day, and finally saw them filling an ever-burning lamp with oil before leaving.
After they left, he stepped forward and looked at the Buddha amulet on the ever-burning lamp.
It is engraved on it: Mountains and rivers are eternal.
Time has passed, but he still remembers the shock when he saw these four words, and he still remembers the stunning eyes of the little girl who said that the fireworks were beautiful that night.
At that time, he felt a lock in his heart click and open.
But later he thought he had missed her, so he had no choice but to reshape his shackles with the goal of everlasting mountains and rivers, and imprisoned himself in the position of emperor.
However, at this moment, he looked steadily at the people in front of him and realized that they had not missed him.
Fang Zilan deliberately ignored the complicated emotions of expectation and greed in Li Shengxuan's eyes, and said with a hint of clarity: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, I'll take my leave first."
After she finished speaking, she put the brocade handkerchief she had been holding in his hand and bowed before leaving.
Li Shengxuan walked to the soft couch by the window, picked up the cloak that he had just dropped, and put it on her shoulders again, "It is cold in the winter in the capital, so what you wear is too thin."
Fang Zilan wanted to say that she had left her cloak at the house in a hurry today, but she opened her mouth and finally said only one sentence: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Li Shengxuan looked at her retreating back. The brocade handkerchief in his hand still retained her warmth, mixed with the sticky coolness of the ointment, which made him feel that his heart was also hot and cold, and he couldn't help himself.
Xia Houzhang walked into the imperial study and saw Li Shengxuan's disappointed look. He couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, what happened?" Li Shengxuan said nothing.
I don't know how long it took, but Xia Houzhang heard his voice, as light as a feather, "She is Fang Zilan. Zixiu Fang Zilan is also the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Fang Zilan."
