Fang Zilan was silent, watching Ah Shi salute uprightly, then stood up, and looked at her for the first time and said: "Master Fang, please take great care of me."
"You too." Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "In everything, you put yourself first. I hope Ah Shi will live a long and worry-free life."
Hearing this, Mo Han's expression changed. At first glance, Fang Zilan's words sounded like a farewell blessing. If she thought about it more closely, it seemed more like she was going to cut off contact with Ah Shi. But if she thought about it a little more, she most likely said it to herself.
Live a long life? From the moment she was trapped under the identity of the Duke of Yue Kingdom in Dajing, she no longer had such extravagant hopes.
Ah Shi nodded and said nothing, finally turned and left. He had no luggage, only a few clothes that Fang Zilan had asked someone to make for him, and went to Fang's house without looking back.
Fang Zilan watched his back disappear, feeling both relaxed and sad at the same time. She felt relaxed because he followed Fang Lihui, and at least he had a good future. However, she felt sad about what the rest of the family should do.
Seeing that summer was coming to an end and the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet was coming soon, since she agreed that Li Shengxuan would test Ji Ningtian at the banquet, she had to find ways to arrange the people around her properly.
She asked Xiao Xuan'er to go back to Qianjinfang before the Mid-Autumn Festival to learn about her condition from Wan Jun. As for Cong Rong and Awan, she arranged for the two of them to work with Xiao Xuan'er to find Wu Sheng's family and comfort them under the pretext of enjoying the osmanthus and going on a river cruise.
Although they were all lies by the sender, Fang Zilan also spent a lot of thought and handed over the tasks to the three of them in a serious manner, so none of them became suspicious.
Even with Zheng Yan, she quietly went to the Ministry of War and made some moves to move his military status.
However, none of these things were hidden from Mo Han. He watched Fang Zilan do all this calmly. It was not until early August that there was no one in the house, and he had a frank talk with her.
"Sister Lan, the night is cool." Mo Han said and put a cloak on Fang Zilan's shoulders. She raised her hands and folded them, sighing softly, "Mo Han, I haven't thought about what to say yet, you should come first. Looking for me."
"Sister Lan, have you made up your mind?" Mo Han sat next to her, looking over the eaves of the corridor and looking at the crescent moon.
Fang Zilan was half-leaning on the corridor pillar, her expression dark and unclear, "It's not the time yet."
Mo Han said nothing and listened to her talk, "Your Majesty asked me to test Yuning King Ji Ningtian at the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet. Since it is a test, I will not take his life, but once my sword is pointed at him …”
She didn't continue, and Mo Han said, "It will be regarded as betraying the ghost sect, right?"
"I've asked Awan insinuatingly recently, and I've also asked Chakravartin King about it." Fang Zilan abruptly changed her voice, "I'm not completely a member of the ghost sect. The contract between me and the ghost sect will be determined by my death. It's over when there are enough people in the palace. Everything that follows is done by the original owner of this body out of repayment and emotion."
"Will Ji Ningtian let you go?" Mo Han looked at her steadily, and she took out a paper ball from her arms and handed it to him, "Probably not, so I don't plan to break up with him directly. "
Mo Han held the paper ball but did not open it, "What is this?"
"The reason why I lost control is also the bargaining chip." Fang Zilan glanced at the paper ball and whispered: "Mo Han, you can check it for me and try to find out the clues before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so that the chance of winning will be greater."
"What if we can't find out?" Mo Han asked, "What are you going to talk about with Ji Ningtian?"
"I will tell him about the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet in advance." Fang Zilan looked a little calmer. "Last year when I was rehearsing the social drama, he reminded me. This time I will pay him back."
"Ji Ningtian may not know that the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet is a scam." Mo Han frowned slightly, "As far as I know, he was never invited to the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet in previous years. If there are changes this year, he will also become suspicious."
"Since Your Majesty has set up a trap, you cannot tolerate him not going." Fang Zilan's tone was very firm, "Even if he shirks the blame in every possible way, Your Majesty will always find a way to make him show up."
Mo Han looked at her thoughtfully, "Sister Lan, I think you trust Your Majesty more and more."
Fang Zilan smiled, "Whether I believe it or not, he was in his right position and did the right thing."
"Appropriate?" Mo Han repeated the word and suddenly understood.
Fang Zilan trusted not only Li Shengxuan, but also the emperor of Dajing.
For some reason, Mo Han suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he hurried to Xiangsheng Restaurant on the night of the Lantern Festival -
Li Shengxuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. Although there was a screen between him and Fang Zilan on the couch, the ambiguity between the two seemed to have dispersed throughout the room with the smell of alcohol. For a moment, he felt like an outsider.
After not hearing any movement for a long time, Fang Zilan turned her head and looked over, "What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"
"Nothing." Mo Han shook his head, but could not escape Fang Zilan's probing gaze. He asked quietly: "Sister Lan, do you like His Majesty?"
"What are these words?" Fang Zilan asked subconsciously, and Mo Han said solemnly: "I met His Majesty on the night of the Lantern Festival, and he treated you..."
He didn't say anything further. Fang Zilan waved her hands and said a few perfunctory words, and finally softened her tone under his almost scrutinizing gaze, "What about that? The food and drinks at Xiangsheng Restaurant are good. Mo Han, I'll invite you to have dinner there tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." Mo Han agreed in a drawl. He knew there was something Fang Zilan didn't want to say, so it was useless to ask. What he is most gratified about now is that this time she did not push him away.
Everyone could leave, but she kept him, and that was enough.
"Mo Han." Fang Zilan called his name softly and said firmly: "Nothing will happen to me, and I won't let anything happen to you."
Mo Han hummed, "Sister Lan, do you still remember what I like to eat?"
"What?" Fang Zilan was stunned, and Mo Han smiled helplessly, "You invited me to dinner and you don't even remember what I like to eat?"
"You said this." Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tension in her heart disappeared. In fact, even she herself found it baffling why she hesitated when Mo Han asked her if she liked Li Shengxuan.
It was clear that she could just say she didn't like it, but she couldn't say it when the words came to her lips. Could it be said that she really had some inappropriate thoughts about Li Shengxuan?
She yawned lightly while chatting with Mo Han about food and drinks. I don’t know when I returned to the house later, but I vaguely remember it was a good dream.
In the afternoon of the next day, Fang Zilan took Mo Han and Zheng Yan to Xiangsheng Restaurant while she was resting.
The restaurant waiter called them up to the second floor, "Guests, this is the most popular seat in our restaurant, the view is amazing..."
Fang Zilan threw some silver coins on the table and interrupted the waiter, "Okay, I got it. Come back when the food is served. Don't run away if you have nothing to do."
"Okay." The waiter quickly took the money and disappeared.
Fang Zilan looked out the window and sighed that the scenery was nice. She was about to look away when she heard an exclamation, "Let me go!"
