After the Persian deputy envoy finished provoking, he was about to say goodbye and return home. The Persian envoy beside him was already dumbfounded and allowed him to drag him with all the courtesy, and then the group walked out of the hall.
As soon as the Persian mission left, Fang Zilan realized something and called Master Yuan in a low voice.
Master Liaoyuan hurriedly bowed and supported her, "Master Fang, what's wrong?"
"Master, please call Master Wei Subaru for me. It's urgent..." Fang Zilan's breath was unsteady. Master Liaoyuan found Wei Subaru in the crowd. Before he could say anything, he saw him looking this way. With just one look, he walked over quickly.
"What's the matter?" Wei Subaru was not far from them. After arriving, he half-crouched in front of Master Yuan, but saw him looking at Fang Zilan.
"Master Wei, please strictly check the people who leave the city, and be sure to catch Mr. Zuo, the servant of the Yun family in West Wucheng." Fang Zilan said urgently: "I'm worried that he will sneak out of the capital with the Persian envoy..."
Her careless words made Wei Subaru frown, "What do you mean, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Zilan only felt that the pain in the wound was getting worse, and her voice couldn't help but tremble a little, "Master Wei, I don't have time to explain to you now, but this move is definitely not without reason."
Although Wei Subaru didn't fully understand, he still responded to some extent, "Master Fang, is the Mr. Zuo you mentioned related to what happened just now?"
Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and nodded. Wei Subaru asked, "Does Master Fang have a portrait of this person?"
"No." Fang Zilan's lips turned white, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "This Mr. Zuo is good at disguise. I don't know much about him. I only know that he is a servant of the Yun family in West Wucheng. But I want Mr. Wei to command The camp on the outskirts of Beijing has been guarding the capital for many years and has some methods."
"Master Fang is like this, please stop complimenting me." Wei Subaru's tone was helpless, and then he said firmly: "Don't worry, Master Fang, I will definitely catch Mr. Zuo for you."
After saying that, he stood up and quietly left the hall while the imperial guards detained Di Rong's delegation.
While Li Shengxuan was dealing with the follow-up, he glanced at Xia Houzhang. Xiahou Zhang understood the idea and asked the palace maid to help Fang Zilan go to the side hall and ask the imperial doctor to come and treat her.
Miago was nailed to the pillar and could not move. He watched helplessly as the Di Rong delegation was detained, while Li Shengxuan walked towards him step by step, "Miago, in the capital, in front of me, you will not be allowed to be presumptuous."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the emperor's sword stuck in Miagu's body, and blood poured out. Miagu groaned, and his right arm became useless on the spot.
Everyone in the hall was silent, and it was not until this moment that they truly realized——
Their emperor, who stood proudly in the center of the hall, was a man who had been exiled to the battlefield since he was young. His bloody iron fist and strong domineering attitude are engraved in his bones and have never changed in so many years.
"Detain him and keep him under strict supervision." Li Shengxuan didn't even bother to look at Miagu. Xia Houzhang hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, Miagu's injury..."
"Just don't let him die." Li Shengxuan turned around and walked back to his imperial throne. Then he dismissed everyone, leaving only a few important ministers to discuss matters, including Master Yuan.
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Not long after Fang Zilan was helped to the side hall, she saw Wen Ya coming in a hurry.
When he saw the injury on her shoulder, Wen Ya couldn't help but frowned, "How could it be so seriously injured?"
"No muscles or bones were injured. They were all skin injuries. They just looked scary." Fang Zilan waved her hand, "I know it well..."
"How many?" Wen Ya snorted coldly, "May I ask Mr. Fang, do you know that you have been poisoned?"
Fang Zilan was stunned and looked at the pieces of clothing that Wen Ya had cut off. As expected, the blood was black, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.
"Please ask some of you to fetch some water, and report to Your Majesty that Miagu's hidden weapon is poisonous and Lord Fang has been poisoned." Wen Ya casually dismissed the maid standing next to him, and after everyone left, he sighed quietly. Said: "This poison is very difficult, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot."
"Most people can't hide from this hidden weapon." Fang Zilan looked solemn, and Wen Ya reminded in a low voice: "In this case, poisoning is still required, which shows that he is planning to kill you."
"It's not me." Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear, "It's Master Lioyuan."
A flash of astonishment flashed across Wen Ya's face. He left in a hurry and only had time to ask about the general situation. He thought Mia Gu couldn't defeat Fang Zilan, so he stabbed someone in the dark, but he never thought it was...
"But why did Di Rong's tribe put Master Yuan to death?" Fang Zilan seemed to be talking to himself or asking Wen Ya.
"I don't know, I only know that you still have a stick of incense left." Wen Ya said while cleaning her wounds: "If you have any requests, tell them as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the poison takes effect, you will be unconscious for three days." Days, many times..."
He didn't say any more, Fang Zilan bit her lips tightly, "Mr. Wen, please tell me the truth, how serious is this poison?"
"If an ordinary person is poisoned by this, I'm afraid they won't survive for more than an hour." Wen Ya said and gave her the medicine. She couldn't help but clench her fingers in pain, and then she didn't make a sound.
Seeing this, Wen Ya changed his voice almost abruptly, "Do you feel pain?"
Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and hummed inaudibly.
"Then I'm afraid it will be harder for you." Wen Ya's hand movements were a little gentler, "The poison in your body will naturally swallow this poison, but..."
Fang Zilan smiled self-deprecatingly and interrupted him, "Mr. Wen, there is no need to worry about me. As long as it can shorten the length of my coma, everything else is nothing..."
She said and took a breath of air, "Mr. Wen, be gentler."
"Three days, this is the limit of what I can do." Wen Ya looked worried, "Although you have been recovering well recently, you can't make up for the damage caused by many years. I can't guarantee..."
"Mr. Wen, just do your best." Fang Zilan bit her tongue and forced herself to wake up, "Mr. Wen, please inform Mo Han secretly and ask him to keep an eye on Murong Qing, and..."
"Murong Qing?" Wen Ya repeated the name doubtfully, but Fang Zilan rolled his eyes and fainted completely.
Wen Ya was stunned, thinking that Fang Zilan fell into coma so quickly, faster than he expected. It seemed that this poisoning was not optimistic.
He did not dare to be careless and immediately applied acupuncture to protect Fang Zilan's heart, and then performed the detoxification method.
On this side Wen Ya was fully focused, while on the other side Li Shengxuan's brows were furrowed and extremely serious.
At this time, the discussion in the hall had finished, and only Li Shengxuan and Master Liaoyuan were left. He said directly: "Master Liaoyuan, what do you think of today's events?"
Master Lioyuan clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, today's events are all directed at the poor monk. I hope your majesty will be prepared."
Li Shengxuan was silent, and Master Liaoyuan thought to himself: "The poor monk thinks he can be the abbot of Baiye Temple, but others may not think so. In their eyes, the poor monk is a junior with shallow qualifications and is not worthy of a qualified monk. These four words are the best place to strike. Once the poor monk is dragged off the altar, it will be difficult for Your Majesty not to be criticized."
"Can you?" Li Shengxuan's voice was heavy, and Master Liaoyuan smiled, "No, but the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Today is just the beginning, and disasters are bound to follow in the future."
Li Shengxuan looked at the person in front of him steadily. His expression was so calm that he seemed to be talking about irrelevant things, which gradually made his heart calm down. "With me here, no one can drag you down from the altar."
