Fang Zilan heard the two petty officials standing at the bottom whisper:
"Although the New Year's social drama is related to the national destiny, isn't it too extravagant?"
"Shh, please keep your voice down, don't let Mr. Guo Guo hear it. I heard that the Ministry of Household Affairs spent a lot of money on this social drama in order to please His Highness King Yucheng."
When she heard this, she couldn't help but look at Pei Juqing, but she saw that he was unmoved at all, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.
"Why does Master Fang look so bad?" Zhuge Yu's deliberately lowered voice reached Fang Zilan's ears. She shook her head and said softly: "It's nothing, it's just a headache after being blown by the wind for a long time."
"Is your illness not cured yet?" Zhuge Yu's voice was a little more concerned, and Fang Zilan snorted softly.
When the social drama ended and Li Shengxuan left, the officials dispersed one after another. Fang Zilan leaned against the city wall to relax, and then walked slowly down.
"Boss." Vice General Cao saw her figure from a distance and waved, "How are you, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I can still hold on." Fang Zilan walked to him, her face turned pale, "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried. I came right here after leaving the Ministry of Industry." Vice General Cao helped her get into the carriage. After she sat down, she opened the curtain as if she remembered something and asked, "Is someone coming?"
"It's coming." Vice General Cao said and added: "After Shangguan Min and I explained our intention, the person on duty from the Ministry of Works agreed immediately. The craftsman also went through the process without saying a word. Now he is in our house. People.
"Without saying anything?" Fang Zilan frowned slightly, "He agreed so easily?"
Vice Admiral Cao rubbed the back of his head and said, "Boss, is there any problem?"
Fang Zilan waved her hand, "That's all, let's go back home first." After saying that, she lowered the car curtain and sat back with her eyes closed to relax.
The carriage quickly drove into the house. As soon as Fang Zilan got out of the car, a maid handed over a hand warmer. She took it and thanked her, and then went straight to the front hall.
In the hall, Xiao Xuan'er and Cong Rong were busy setting the table for the New Year's Eve dinner. Shangguan Min stood aside as if he wanted to help, but didn't know what to do.
Fang Zilan stood at the door of the hall, holding on to the door frame to steady her body, and said: "Shangguan Min, if you have nothing to do, go find Awan and help her take out the firecrackers and fireworks."
"Master." Shangguan Min walked over to help her, but she waved her hand and said: "Ignore me, go ahead."
Shangguan Min hesitated for a moment, and Fang Zilan said helplessly: "Shangguan Min, if you don't set off the fireworks at night well, you can practice for an extra hour in the morning class tomorrow."
"Okay." Shangguan Min nodded, his face finally showing some joy, "I'll go get ready right now."
Fang Zilan watched his back disappear around the corner, then walked into the hall and said, "Miss Xiao, Miss Cong, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work." Cong Rong smiled, "Mr. Wen is really hardworking. He said he wanted to make a medicinal meal for you, and he occupied the small kitchen for almost an afternoon."
Fang Zilan was stunned, "At this hour, Mr. Wen is still in the kitchen?"
"It should still be there." The person who answered her was Xiao Xuan'er, "When I went to the kitchen just now, I passed by the small kitchen and saw Mr. Wen and a boy still busy."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan was confused. Wen Ya's medicine never let others handle it. He always finished it by himself. Did the sun come out in the west today?
Thinking of this, she calmed down and said, "You guys get busy first, I'll go to the small kitchen to see Mr. Wen."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards the small kitchen. However, when she approached, she couldn't help but froze in place.
Although the man standing in front of the stove was wearing a boy's clothes, his figure was familiar to her and engraved in her memory.
The feeling of almost reassurance caused her tension that had been tight all day to suddenly loosen, and she stumbled. She subconsciously grabbed the door to prevent herself from falling over it.
The next moment, the person who was standing in front of the stove quickly came over and held her shoulders, with a faint smile on his almost bloodless face, "Lan Lan, I'm back."
Fang Zilan raised her head and looked at the person in front of her steadily, her eyes couldn't stop feeling sore, "You..."
Chakravartin stretched out his hand and wiped her eyes, "Why are you crying?"
Fang Zilan grabbed his hand, looking a little anxious, "You can just protect yourself, why do you need to save Mo Han?"
"If Mo Han gets hurt, you will be sad." Wheelrunner King smiled with a gentle expression, "I am used to getting hurt, and you are used to it, right?"
"I'm not used to it." Fang Zilan took advantage of the opportunity to pull his collar, but he stopped him. "Since I can come to see you, it will be fine. Why do you have to..."
Fang Zilan's hand stopped in mid-air, and she took a deep breath to calm down, "Okay, I won't look or ask."
Wen Ya, who was standing inside, looked at the two of them, shook his head and said, "It's cold outside, you can talk after you come in."
Hearing the sound, Fang Zilan remembered that Wen Ya was still there. She gathered up her cloak and walked in, "I heard that Mr. Wen is making medicinal food for me. I don't know what he is making..."
Her voice suddenly stopped. This light fragrance of plum blossoms is plum blossom soup!
She suddenly turned back to look at Chakravartin, "You...you..." She said the word you several times in a row, but seemed to be blocked and couldn't say the rest. Emotions surged up in my chest, including anger and distress, but the most overwhelming thing was sadness.
As if she could no longer hold on, Fang Zilan squatted on the ground and cried loudly, "Why did you..."
The Wheel King was helpless and pulled her up from the ground. She stretched out her arms and hugged him, leaning her head in his arms, "I'm not used to it, and I'm also sad. I..."
Fang Zilan was talking incoherently, and the Wheel King pursed his lips, and finally raised his hand to hug her back.
Seeing this, Wen Ya walked out and stood in front of the door with his back turned. He looked up at the sky. There were still large clouds gathering, and he thought it would snow again soon.
The firewood burning in the house made a slight crackling sound, and the fragrance of plum blossoms lingered around the two people embracing each other.
After an unknown amount of time, the Wheel King coughed lightly and said, "Well, the plum blossom soup is going to be burnt."
Fang Zilan slowly let go of his hand and said with a straight face: "I know everything."
"Mr. Wen told me." Wheelrunner King nodded honestly, and Fang Zilan glared at him, "Aren't you afraid that in a fit of anger, I'll pour down the plum blossom soup you worked so hard to make, and won't let you make it again?"
The Wheel King chuckled, "It's possible if you don't let me do it, but if it fails..." He deliberately drawled, "You can't bear it."
Fang Zilan pretended to hit him, but he didn't dodge and got punched by her. Then he took a few steps back and held the stove and coughed for a while, "Have you relieved yourself?"
"You are really..." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and said, "I will let Wen Ya remove the poison from you. I can die, but you can't die with me."
"If you die, I won't be able to live." The Wheel King said seriously every word: "My mission in this life is to live for you and die for you."
