"Master Fang?" Cong Rong panicked. Just as he was about to step forward to check on Fang Zilan, Awan blocked him, "What did you put in the plum blossom soup?"
"I..." Cong Rong couldn't argue, and Fang Zilan used her strength to whisper: "It has nothing to do with Miss Cong."
Awan caught Fang Zilan's pulse and felt that it was extremely normal, even more stable than usual. She wondered: "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine." Fang Zilan reached out and pushed the plum blossom soup farther away, "Miss Cong, could you please replace the red plums with white plums and make it again?"
Cong Rong hurriedly responded and quickly walked out with the plum blossom soup.
Awan handed a cup of tea to Fang Zilan, "What happened to you? Did he...did he say anything to you?"
Fang Zilan took a sip of tea to calm down, and asked without answering: "Did I like eating plum blossom soup before?"
"Don't say you like it, I've never seen you eat it." Awan frowned slightly, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
"A Wan, does your master know how to use martial arts?" Fang Zilan continued to ask, but A Wan had no choice but to follow her words and said, "Maybe, but I have never seen the master use force. He said Well, the medical poison is enough to protect myself, so what should I do with all that effort?"
Fang Zilan said clearly: "No wonder you don't know any kung fu."
"What do you mean?" Awan looked unconvinced, but Fang Zilan still didn't answer her, "Then do you know who is full of poison?"
"The medicine doll made by my master." A Wan said matter-of-factly, but Fang Zilan was startled, "What about the medicine doll?"
Awan curled her lips and said, "Fang Zilan, did you take the wrong medicine today? What are you asking about..."
"Answer me." Fang Zilan interrupted her abruptly, with a stern look on her face, which made her soften her tone, "Maybe some people are gifted. But as far as I know, only drug dolls are covered in poison. It's normal. How could a person..."
Fang Zilan was confused, if what A Wan said was true, could Wen Ya be a medicine doll? But A Wan also said that the drug puppet is confused and has no will, and Wen Ya will not be the drug puppet no matter how he looks at it.
"Then let me ask you, does it need to be disemboweled to make a medicine puppet?" Fang Zilan's voice was a little lower, and Awan asked strangely: "Why do you need to disembowel your body? Just pour soup and medicine. The medicine puppet is very fragile, and the wound cannot be healed. It's slower than ordinary people. If you talk about disemboweling it, is it because you think the drug's lifespan is too long?"
Fang Zilan frowned, "Are there any drug addicts out of control?"
"How is that possible?" Awan waved his hand and said impatiently: "The medicine puppet is my master's original creation, and there has never been one out of control in so many years. And do you know that there are also things to pay attention to when choosing a medicine puppet? Do you think Anyone can be a medicine doll? The right time, right place, right people, and both are indispensable."
"Original?" Fang Zilan whispered: "It seems that he cannot be a medicine doll."
Awan had sharp ears, and after hearing clearly, he asked, "Who do you think can't be a drug puppet?"
"No one." Fang Zilan took a sip of tea and said no more.
Awan came closer to Fang Zilan and said suspiciously: "You are very strange today. Turn...what did he say to you?"
"It's nothing, just ask me not to act rashly." Fang Zilan seemed to remember something and asked: "Did I have a good relationship with him before?"
"Not bad." Awan nodded, "When nothing happens, he will follow you wherever you go. If you ask me, with your original temperament, it's strange that you didn't drive him away or kill him."
Fang Zilan asked curiously: "What is my original temperament?"
Awan coughed and cleared her throat, and said concisely, "Hypocritical. You are reluctant to do anything except martial arts. No one can instigate you except Young Master. No one is willing to take the initiative to show kindness to you except Zhuan..." "
"Has it always been like this?" Fang Zilan looked surprised. Seeing that she was not annoyed, Awan thought for a while and added: "Not entirely. These are what I heard the old man at the door say. When I met you, you were as cold as ice. It’s a lot less humane now, but that’s okay.”
Fang Zilan asked thoughtfully: "Is there any more?"
"Also, let me think about it." Awan slapped his forehead, "The day you fell into the water, he was very anxious for some reason, as if he knew something would happen to you. If he hadn't strongly requested it, I wouldn't have gone with you. It’s up to you.”
"Is there anything strange before I woke up that day?" Fang Zilan looked solemn, and Awan said cautiously: "There is something strange. You have a lot of skin injuries on your body, and you also injured your wrist. Although it doesn't seem to be serious, but The strange thing is that the bleeding didn’t stop, and I tried many methods to stop the bleeding.”
She paused and continued: "What's even weirder is that I thought it would take you a long time to wake up after you died for most of your life. Who would have thought that you would wake up not long after the bleeding stopped."
"I was seriously injured that day?" Fang Zilan tried to recall something, but her mind was blank.
"Yes." Awan nodded, "Didn't I go with Wu...her that day? This was the first time I saw her so panicked. We were all afraid of you..."
"Will you die?" Fang Zilan took over. Awan didn't speak anymore. She only felt inexplicable fear.
Because when she woke up that day, she felt no physical discomfort, not even a bleeding wound, only scars all over her body.
Awan had no reason to lie to her. The Chakravartin King might indeed know something...
So how did she come into this world? Is it accidental or inevitable?
Neither of them spoke anymore until Cong Rong's voice broke the silence, "Master Fang, Miss Awan, the plum blossom soup is ready."
As she spoke, she placed the plum blossom soup in front of Fang Zilan and said cautiously: "Master Fang, would you like to try again?"
"Thank you." Fang Zilan opened the lid, resisted the nausea in his stomach and the cramping pain in his abdomen, and took a spoonful of it and swallowed it in his mouth.
However, the next moment, she vomited again, even worse than the last time.
Cong Rong was completely confused, and Awan was also at a loss. "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me. If you can't eat it, don't eat it..."
"Master Fang..." Cong Rong was stunned on the spot, and Awan turned around and shouted at her: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you take the plum blossom soup away quickly?"
Cong Rong hurriedly packed up the desk and rushed out.
Fang Zilan looked at her back, clenching her fingers into fists, and her whole body seemed to be exhausted. It took a long time to recover, "Awan, please pass on my order and say that from now on I will only eat plum blossom soup. Everyone in Beijing can make plum blossom soup." Any cook who makes soup can enter the house, and I will reward you generously if you cook it."
"Fang Zilan, are you crazy?" A Wan was dumbfounded. Fang Zilan used her last strength and said: "Starting from tomorrow, report my illness to me. If I can't eat plum blossom soup, I will never eat anything else."
Awan stared at Fang Zilan like a monster, "Why are you making things so difficult for yourself?"
"Embarrassed?" A bitter smile escaped Fang Zilan's lips. If he could no longer find the truth, he would be really embarrassed.
I think when the news spreads to everyone in the capital, people who don't want her to die but know the truth will definitely lose their temper and come to see what she is causing trouble. Then this will be her chance.
In the next few days, there were rumors in the capital that Duke Yue was ill and had a hobby of eating plum blossom soup. The chefs in the house changed several times, but no one could stay.
While there was a lot of discussion and excitement in Beijing, the imperial physician ordered Wen Ya to go to the Duke's Mansion of the State of Yue for pulse examination.
Wen Ya looked at Fang Zilan, who was vomiting blood in his throat and unable to swallow anything. His face was extremely gloomy, "Fang Zilan, what on earth are you going to do?"
