In the next few days, Fang Zilan rushed back and forth between the government office and Lianhua Palace. She was so busy that her head and feet were hanging upside down. It was almost late at night when she returned home every day. She wished she could break an hour into two.
Fortunately, with Li Shengxuan's promise, no one at Lianhua Palace made things too difficult for her when rehearsing the social drama. Li Qiyou also had no objections to the adaptation of the martial arts drama and let her do it all. Therefore, although he is busy day after day, he is also smooth and smooth.
The days flew by in a blink of an eye, and it was the day before New Year's Eve. Li Qiyou sent someone to deliver costumes to Fang Zilan's house, but she was still busy handling official duties at the government office, so Awan could only accept them for her.
Awan turned the costume over and inspected it several times, but still had no intention of stopping.
The boy who came to deliver the costumes was a little impatient, "Girl, I said the adults in your family are not here, so why are you so serious?"
Awan ignored him, and Vice General Cao gave him a cold look. The boy immediately did not dare to say anything more.
It wasn't until Awan was sure that the costume was perfect that he allowed Vice General Cao to let the boy go.
When Fang Zilan returned home at night and entered the house, she saw Awan holding the costume and looking at it inch by inch under the lamp. She couldn't help but said with a smile: "What are you doing? I heard from Vice General Cao that you don't do everything during the day." Have you checked it? No need to look at it, the dark light hurts your eyes."
Awan raised her head and said nothing, but waved to her, motioning for her to come over.
Fang Zilan conveniently put her cloak on the screen at the door, then walked to Awan, "What's wrong?"
Awan took her hand and stuffed a piece of paper into her. When she opened it, she saw that it said Beware of scams in social dramas. The handwriting turned out to be Ji Ningtian's.
Fang Zilan calmly put the note next to the candle, flicked her hand and let it burn to ashes, then slowly fell onto the candlestick.
"Fang Zilan..." A Wan was about to say something, but was interrupted by her, "Is there something wrong with the costume?"
"No." Awan shook his head, "I checked it many times. There are no hidden needles, no poison, not even a single thread."
"Then there's nothing to worry about." Fang Zilan looked at the red costumes under the candlelight and whispered: "If anything happens tomorrow, the soldiers can just cover it up with water and earth. Under the eyes of everyone, there is no one How dare you do anything to me?"
"That's all." A Wan yawned, "Anyway, Vice Admiral Cao and I will be watching the ceremony tomorrow. If you really have anything on stage, we can help you. You have been tired these past few days and have taken medicine. Go to bed early."
She said, pointing to the medicine bowl on the table, "I just finished boiling it for a while, so drink it while it's hot."
Fang Zilan took the medicine bowl and drank it all without hesitation. Awan took the empty medicine bowl with satisfaction and said, "You have a good rest. Vice General Cao and I will accompany you to the palace to pay your respects tomorrow morning. There will also be a social opera in the afternoon and a palace banquet in the evening." Everyone is following you, so don’t worry.”
Fang Zilan smiled and finally responded with a good word.
After Awan got her affirmative reply, she felt at ease, took the medicine bowl and left.
After she left, Fang Zilan looked at the costume carefully. It was red with gold thread, exquisite embroidery, and fine stitches.
It is indeed as A Wan said, very beautiful.
In her daze, Li Shengxuan's sentence about the official uniform that day was good suddenly popped into her mind, occupying all her thoughts. What did he think of this costume?
However, in just a moment, she shook her head violently to drive this strange and absurd thought out of her mind. It's not anyone else's turn to comment on whether she looks good in what she wears.
With a flash of eyebrows, her expression returned to its usual cold expression.
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still dark, Fang Zilan was already sitting in front of the dressing table. Her red costume made her already pale face look even paler, and she couldn't help but sigh. She was thinking about Do you want to apply some rouge to cover it up? I heard the door creaked and was pushed open.
She glanced over and saw Awan walking in, rubbing her hands and saying, "It's really cold today."
Awan breathed a sigh of relief as she spoke, but suddenly saw her scrutinizing gaze, and said innocently: "I saw there was light in your room, and I thought you were awake, so I didn't knock on the door..." Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke. , until the last sentence is barely audible.
"It doesn't matter." Fang Zilan withdrew her gaze, and Ah Wanru jumped to her side in three steps and two steps at a time, looked around, and then praised: "This costume is really good, it looks good!"
"I think it's good, too." Fang Zilan nodded in agreement. Just as she was about to say something more, Awan suddenly approached her.
Awan suddenly grabbed her wrist before she could defend herself and said urgently: "Fang Zilan, why is your face so pale?"
"I'm fine." She quickly pulled her hand out, but Awan's expression changed, "Your pulse is wrong."
A Wan's appearance as if facing a formidable enemy made her stunned, "What did you say?"
"Give me your hand." Awan couldn't help but grabbed her hand again. This time she didn't resist and allowed Awan to check her pulse.
After a while, Awan slowly let go of her hand, with a hint of worry in her eyebrows, "I thought that the newly prepared medicine could stabilize your poison, but even if it couldn't be stabilized, it could at least make the poison go away." The poison delays the onset. But you had a fever in the past few days and you were overworked. I'm afraid the poison won't be able to suppress it."
Fang Zilan patted the back of Awan's hand soothingly, telling her not to worry too much, "Today is New Year's Eve. As long as I survive today and take a rest starting from tomorrow, I will stay at home and recuperate, and there will be no problem." of."
"I hope so." Awan lowered his head and sighed, took a pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into her hand, "Take it."
Fang Zilan swallowed the pill without hesitation, and Awan couldn't help but ask, "You didn't even ask me what it was?"
"I believe you." Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly, which made Awan feel a little more at ease.
Awan calmed down her emotions and stood behind her, looking at the dignified and picturesque person in the mirror. She held her shoulder with one hand, stroked her long black hair with the other, and said softly: "I will dress you up."
After saying that, she took the hairpin ring on the countertop and meticulously combed her hair and makeup.
After the two of them had tidied up, Vice General Cao had already sent breakfast. After eating, the three of them entered the palace together.
A Wan and Deputy General Cao, who were accompanying them, were stopped at the gate of the palace for routine inspection and registration. So Fang Zilan made an agreement with the two of them that she would go to each palace to greet them first and meet them at Lianhua Palace later.
However, as soon as Fang Zilan entered the palace and took a few steps, she clearly noticed that everyone's curious or appraising eyes were focused on her, and she couldn't help but sigh secretly in her heart.
Although everyone rehearsing the social drama had permission to enter the palace wearing costumes to pay their respects, among the crowd, her bright red costume was still extremely eye-catching. Coupled with her towering crown and rich makeup, she looked very eye-catching. This caused many dignitaries to look at him with suspicion.
