"I won't leave." Cong Rong broke away from Fang Zilan's hand and knelt on the ground with a plop. "Vice General Cao and Miss Awan did not come back with Mr. Fang. I guess Mr. Fang must have arranged a place for them. If it is not evil, No matter how bad it is, Mr. Fang will not be like this. Although I am humble and useless, I am not afraid of death and will definitely accompany Mr. Fang until the end."
"The last thing you say is bad luck." Fang Zilan shook her head helplessly, stretched out her hand to pull her up from the ground, "You are not in good health, the ground is very cold, don't kneel around when you have nothing to do, what are you doing?"
"Master Fang..." Cong Rong called her cautiously, as if she was afraid that she would send him away.
"I said." Fang Zilan deliberately prolonged his voice, "How can I, a member of Fang Zilan, kneel down at will?"
Cong Rong grabbed her sleeve with surprise on her face. She sighed softly and said, "You can stay if you want. I won't stop you. But if one day you regret it, just tell me."
"I will never regret it." Cong Rong was about to swear immediately, and Fang Zilan held her hand down, "Okay, I'm hungry, let's go eat first."
Cong Rong followed her step by step. After dinner, she sent Cong Rong back to the room first, then went back to sit in the yard and looked at the moon and stars for a while. When she felt sleepy, she went back to the house and fell asleep. Daybreak.
When Fang Zilan woke up the next day, she washed up as usual and practiced swordplay for a while. After breakfast, she continued to sit in the yard and bask in the sun. She picked a book she had never read out of fear of being bored, and slowly turned the pages page by page. Kill time.
However, she didn't look for long before she saw the housekeeper running in excitedly, "Mr. Fang, the food delivery person is here."
Fang Zilan put the book on the table, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, "The food delivery person is here, why are you so happy?"
The butler was stunned on the spot and said nonchalantly: "Master Fang, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to change someone who could tell a story to deliver the food? Now the replacement person is here."
Fang Zilan choked on her tea, "I'll change it when I say it. When did the Forbidden Army become so easy to talk to?"
The butler looked embarrassed and asked tentatively, "Have you seen that man again?"
"See you. Everyone is here, of course I want to see you." Fang Zilan said, and said to the maid on the side: "Go and invite Miss Cong over, and we will tell you the story."
The housekeeper watched her collecting books and setting out melon seeds and tea. He was about to say something when he saw her looking up and said, "What are you doing here? Go and invite people in."
The housekeeper walked out silently and brought the person in. When the two of them entered the yard again, they saw Fang Zilan directing the boys to bring in tables and chairs. There were chairs in the middle of the table, and the two of them were stunned.
"This..." The person who delivered the food couldn't help but frowned. He was originally one of the top storytellers in the capital. For some reason yesterday, a military master came to his home and asked him to go to Fang Mansion to tell stories. The reward was extremely high, but the conditions were a bit strange, requiring him to dress up as a food delivery person before he could enter the house.
Although the adults in the high gate and deep courtyard all have some strange hobbies, they like to listen to the story of the food delivery person. This is the first time he has heard of it. Now that I see this battle, I am even more hesitant.
However, Fang Zilan didn't give him any time to hesitate. She pointed at the table and said, "That's your place. When everyone is almost here, you can talk. I agreed in advance that it's not a story, it's a story." You can prepare for the new things that have happened in Beijing recently."
Before she finished speaking, the housekeeper pushed the man to stand behind the desk and said, "Please wait a moment."
"No, I..." The man wanted to say that he could only tell stories, but no one gave him a chance. People in the courtyard were busy chattering and soon the whole courtyard was filled with people, and pairs of shining eyes looked at him, making him feel guilty. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "If you want to talk about what's new in Beijing recently, it must be Mr. Fang Zilan..."
Fang Zilan choked on her tea again when she heard this. She coughed a few times to attract the man's attention. He slowed down his tone and lowered his voice a little. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Looking at this young lady's reaction, could it be that Ever heard of it? It's impossible. He just heard about this from the restaurant yesterday. How could such a pampered young lady in a boudoir hear about it?
On the side, Cong Rong patted Fang Zilan on the back and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to interrupt him?"
"No need." Fang Zilan calmed down and whispered: "Let him speak and listen to what people outside say about me."
The man saw the two of them whispering, but there was no intention of not letting him talk. He immediately calmed down and talked about what he had seen and heard recently, such as Fang Zilan and the Southeast Pinghai bandits, and the Xiahou family's medical girl's wonderful rejuvenation treatment What a plague, he said it so miraculously that everyone was amazed.
Towards the end of the story, a boy asked: "I heard that Mo Bin and his son, the guard at Mushan Pass, will be escorted back to Beijing in the next two days. According to what the gentleman said, Mo Bin and his son were at Pinghai. You have done your best, so why are you being escorted back to Beijing?"
"You don't know something about this." The man deliberately let it slip and said mysteriously: "I heard that Fang Zilan, Lord Fang, fell in love with Mo Han, the youngest son of the Mo family, and he accidentally read a book about the Mo family. What happened to the Mo family is really a disaster."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone sitting around suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on Fang Zilan. She took a sip of tea calmly, then looked at the person and said, "Sir, do you know who I am?"
The man looked confused, shook his head and said, "I have never heard of a lady's name before."
Fang Zilan reminded him with a smile, "This is Fang Mansion."
"I know." The man nodded, and then he realized something was wrong. There were many dignitaries named Fang in the capital, so he didn't find out which Fang mansion it was. Now that he thought about it, he thought about the military master guarding the house and the female head. The one who calls the shots, could it be...
When he was panicking, Fang Zilan's voice came faintly, "I am the Fang Zilan in the story Mr. told."
After she said that, she saw the man trembling and kneeling in front of her, "I don't know that you are Mr. Fang. What I said just now was very offensive. Please forgive me."
"Sir, please get up." Fang Zilan raised her hand to signal him to get up. He stood up tremblingly, hunched over and not daring to stand up straight.
"Sir, the story is well told." Fang Zilan calmly said, "But I have a question, and I would like to ask you to clear it up."
"Master Fang, please speak." The man lowered his head and listened to her ask: "Just now, when Mr. Cai was talking about the Xiahou family's medical daughter's wonderful rejuvenation and cure of the plague, he mentioned that the daughter of King Rong'an, Princess Rong'an, helped with the medicine. Is that what happened?"
"This..." The man looked hesitant and did not dare to speak. Fang Zilan said calmly, "Sir, even if you tell the truth, I will not embarrass you."
