"As you know, after Duke Zilan of Yue State killed Princess Rong'an, thousands of people cursed her with the death penalty. Why did everyone in her house save a life? Also on the day of the execution, King Rong'an was extremely indignant and wanted to Why was he blocked by King Yu Ning, a wealthy and idle man in the capital, when he took matters into his own hands?"
The storyteller slapped the wood awake and raised his voice, "If you want to know what's hidden in it, listen to the explanation next time."
Hearing this, the onlookers in the teahouse burst into laughter, some clapped their hands and applauded, and some talked loudly, attracting another round of eyes.
However, no one noticed that there was a man with a gloomy expression in the corner of the second floor. He squeezed the wine glass in his hand so much that it made the little World War II tremble with fear. He hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Boss Lin, this is not the first time..."
"Get out!" the man growled, and the waiter disappeared in a flash, leaving him alone with a long sigh.
Needless to say, this man is Lin Jian, who was saved by Fang Zilan and the Yun family during the Southeastern Plague and survived. After the disaster passed, he regrouped and led a team to act as escorts while doing good deeds with Wang Shenyun, Qinghan and his wife. He was somewhat of a bad name in the local area.
Until news came from Beijing that Duke Fang Zilan of Yue State had killed Princess Rongan and was executed by beheading, he felt as if he was struck by thunder. At that time, I still heard the words asking Fang Zilan to avenge his brothers, but I didn't expect that it would be such a way of retribution.
But no matter what others said, he never believed that Fang Zilan would kill Princess Rongan, and neither did Wang Shenyun Qinghan and his wife. But their belief was not enough. Even if Mo Han's parents and family - Mushan Pass guard Mo Bin and his family believed it, they would not believe it. Useless.
In the southeast far away from the capital, they were in a humble position and could not reach the heavens to listen to them. They had to avoid suspicion because of the plague that year.
Times change, and people change with them. In the past, he was a savior, sought after by thousands of people, but today he is an Shura ghost, committing all kinds of evils.
Create gods and destroy gods with just a snap of a finger.
In the end, little people like them had to compromise, and all they waited for was the news that Fang Zilan had been executed.
No one knew that on the day of the execution, with the sun high at noon and under the almost dazzling sunlight, King Rong'an was so domineering that he wanted to carry out the execution in person, but was stopped by the uninvited King of Yuning, Ji Ningtian. At that time, the real Fang Zilan stood there. In the crowd.
She looked coldly at the woman who looked the same as her kneeling on the stage, and thought that she had been tortured by the poison poisoned by Princess Erya. She had become so thin that she had lost her appearance during the few days in the prison. In addition, Wen Ya's superb disguise skills , let alone King Rongan, even Fang Chongzheng had a hard time telling that the person on the stage was not her.
But even so, Li Shengxuan, Baiguan, and even Ji Ningtian all came. Everyone had their own ulterior motives, and some of them thought about the possibility of death by changing prisoners, but Li Shengxuan suppressed them and asked Ji Ningtian to block them.
The blood of sinners should not be contaminated by innocent people, let alone the most noble royal family members?
When such high-sounding words came out of Ji Ningtian's mouth, Fang Zilan felt inexplicably ironic. Was she innocent?
However, no matter what, King Rong'an did not execute the execution himself, and the officials did not have any objections. He just ended the entire execution process amidst the voices of the people around him who were either filled with indignation or lamenting with regret.
After that, Fang Zilan dispersed with the crowd and passed by the Duke of Yue's Mansion seemingly casually. The plaque had been removed and the whole court was deserted. It was no longer the same as before.
"Miss!" A petite figure hurriedly chased after her, her pretty face wrinkled into a ball, and she said out of breath, "I finally found you."
Fang Zilan turned around and handed over a handkerchief, "Qiu Chan, I'm just bored and I just went out for a walk. Don't worry."
The maid named Qiu Chan couldn't hold herself any longer. She rushed to hug Fang Zilan and cried loudly: "Miss, please don't abandon Qiu Chan again. Qiu Chan is really scared..."
"Okay." Fang Zilan patted Qiu Chan's back gently and said warmly: "Pedestrians are watching. Those who don't know think I'm bullying you."
Qiu Chan sobbed and stopped crying after a while. Before she could say anything, she heard Xiao Xuan'er's voice coming from behind her, "Qiu Chan, the second lady is still waiting for the lady to come over. Don't delay."
"Yes." Qiu Chan straightened up suddenly and took a step back. Seeing this, Fang Zilan smiled, nodded to Xiao Xuan'er, and then left without looking back.
After the Duke's mansion of Yue State was raided, all the people in the mansion were sold to various mansions as slaves. Under Li Shengxuan's arrangement, Mo Han went to the house of Xu Youtong, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and became the companion of the Xu family's young master. Awan went to the house of the imperial physician Ling Wenya to be a decoction girl. Zheng Yan went to Zhuge's house. He became Zhuge Yu's bodyguard, and Xiao Xuan'er went to the Fang family of the Prime Minister's Mansion and followed Fang Zilan.
As for Qiu Chan, she was originally Fang Zilan's personal maid. She was timid, shy, and cried a lot, like a child who had not grown up. But before that, under the orders of Fang Chongzheng, he had to change his appearance and hide in Baoxiu Pavilion pretending to be Fang Zilan.
During the Double Ninth Palace Banquet the year before last, Qiu Chan was frightened when she showed up in front of others. Fortunately, she saw Fang Zilan that time, which finally gave her some comfort. Now that Fang Zilan has finally come back, she can't wait to be with each other every day, for fear of a Inadvertently, Fang Zilan disappeared again and went to do something dangerous.
Seeing Qiu Chan following Fang Zilan step by step, not even daring to blink, Xiao Xuan'er couldn't help but chuckle, "Miss Qiu Chan, be careful where you step."
"Ah?" Qiu Chan was stunned and almost tripped over the steps, but Fang Zilan's quick eyes and quick hands caught her arm and prevented her from falling.
"Miss..." Qiu Chan's soft and waxy voice revealed a hint of embarrassment. Fang Zilan let go of her hand and avoided it without leaving a trace. Although it had been two or three days since she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was not used to having such a shy and timid little maid by her side as she was not used to being cared for.
As a bystander, Xiao Xuan'er could tell that, but Qiu Chan only had Fang Zilan in her heart, and she was the one who cared most about Fang Zilan in the prime minister's house. So in order to avoid the embarrassment between the two of them, she stepped forward and said: "Qiu Chan Miss Chan, how are you, are you not hurt?"
Qiu Chan quickly shook her head, and Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "As long as it's okay."
"Lan'er." Fang Chongzheng's voice sounded from above his head. Fang Zilan looked up and saw him standing in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, with no expression on his face.
Fang Zilan was stunned when she saw this, and then quickly walked upstairs. When she pushed the door open, she found that not only Fang Chongzheng was inside, but also Ah Shi. Fang Zitong was the only one who had not made an appointment with her.
"...Dad." Fang Zilan opened her mouth, and finally shouted out the title, then her eyes fell on Ah Shi on the other side, and asked with pretense of confusion: "This young master is..."
"You..." Ah Shi looked at the person in front of him steadily with a complicated expression, "Are you really not Mr. Fang?"
