"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, why did something like this happen at this juncture?" Qiu Shui was worried. Fang Ziqin didn't seem to pay attention to her words. He just looked at Fang Zilan, who was sitting by the window without saying a word, and asked: " How long has Lan'er been sitting there?"
"It's been a day and a night." Qiu Shui whispered: "It's been like this since I received the news yesterday."
"Where has Qiu Chan gone? I don't know how to comfort him?" Fang Ziqin frowned slightly, Qiu Shui hurriedly said: "Qiu Chan is soft-tempered, how can she be comforted by what the third lady said and what she did? At this time, I want to come or go. I’m looking for Mr. Wen to get the medicine.”
Fang Ziqin waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and Qiu Shui withdrew with a wink.
"Although I don't know where you got the news, I think it will be faster than the court's post horse." Fang Ziqin walked to Fang Zilan, "The death of King Rong'an is very important. When the news spreads all over the world, it will be after the Mid-Autumn Festival. …”
"What did the eldest sister want to say?" Fang Zilan cut off Fang Ziqin's last words in a low voice. She was not annoyed, "You don't have to worry so much about things that are tiring your heart and mind."
"As the master of the harem, the eldest sister regards cleaning up the palace as her duty. There is really no need to worry about others." Fang Zilan still looked out the window and said word by word: "But I can't. Even if it's just the third lady of the Fang family, there are some I have to think about things.”
Fang Ziqin chuckled, "I also used to worry about world affairs, but it's a pity..."
She didn't say anything, and Fang Zilan finally turned his eyes to her and asked, "What's the pity?"
"When you are less than a hundred years old, you always worry about being a thousand years old." Fang Ziqin changed her voice, "Lan'er, don't you feel bitter in your heart?"
"You just get used to it." Fang Zilan calmed her expression, "Eldest sister locked herself in this harem, isn't it bitter?"
"Is it bitter?" Fang Ziqin looked out the window thoughtfully. Fang Zilan followed her line of sight and saw nothing except a sycamore tree in front of her.
"Your Majesty seems to have gone to Baiye Temple to offer incense today." Fang Ziqin's voice was very soft, like babble.
Fang Zilan listened and felt suspicious in her heart. All in all, why did Fang Ziqin suddenly mention Baiye Temple? Momiji Temple...
She suddenly realized that the direction facing this window seemed to be the direction of Baiye Temple...
"The wind has picked up. You haven't recovered yet, so don't sit here for too long." Fang Ziqin warned, then turned and left.
Fang Zilan looked at her back, hesitated to speak, and then looked out the window again.
At this time, in Baiye Temple, Li Shengxuan and Master Liaoyuan were sitting opposite each other. The steaming hot tea on the table in front of them was emitting tea smoke and giving off a faint aroma.
"The Jiangnan Camp and the Southwest Camp have not yet been established. If the news of King Rongan's death spreads again, it will be difficult for the southeastern region to be stable." Li Shengxuan sighed softly, and Master Lioyuan took the tea cup, " The southeast camp is difficult to support alone, so we might as well ask the Xiahou family who stayed in the old Baiyue territory to take action, Zhao...General Xiahou will definitely not refuse."
Li Shengxuan was silent for a moment, looked at Master Yuan intently, and said in a deep voice: "Ajun, you are upset."
Since becoming a monk, Master Liaoyuan has not only given up the name Zhuge Jun, but has never been called by any common name. He has always been a benefactor to adults, polite and courteous.
But just now, he clearly wanted to say something to Aunt Zhao, but he suddenly realized and changed his words.
Master Liaoyuan's hand shook unnoticeably, and a drop of tea spilled from the cup, onto the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware of it.
Li Shengxuan reached out and held Master Yuan's wrist, "Aunt Zhao has already lost too much for me, not to mention the Southeast..."
He didn't say any more, but Master Liaoyuan became convinced, "It seems that the poor monk is not the only one who is confused."
Such a frank admission made Li Shengxuan stunned, "Ajun, you..."
"I heard that Miss Fang San entered the palace." Master Liaoyuan calmly pushed away Li Shengxuan's hand, changed his voice almost abruptly, and asked, "Is she... okay?"
The woman he spoke of was naturally not Fang Zilan. Li Shengxuan was shocked. After so many years, he still missed her so much, even though she was already the queen of the middle palace, not the eldest lady of the Fang family of the prime minister's palace.
"Ajun, I have sworn that no matter whether it is King Xiang or the Lord of Dajing, I will only have Fang Ziqin as his wife." Li Shengxuan said firmly, but Master Liaoyuan rarely gave in, "If it is Li Shengxuan, what will happen again?" how?"
Li Shengxuan took a deep breath, but suddenly smiled, "Ajun, this seems like something you would say."
There are no taboos, he can fly and escape, this is Zhuge Jun, not the master of Liaoyuan whom the world worships.
Master Liaoyuan put the tea cup back casually, but said nothing, as if waiting for Li Shengxuan's answer.
"If it's Li Shengxuan..." Li Shengxuan paused, as if he had made up his mind, "I will marry Fang Zilan as my wife forever, and I will never waver in this determination."
Since becoming a monk, Master Liaoyuan has not only given up the name Zhuge Jun, but has never been called by any common name. He has always been a benefactor to adults, polite and courteous.
But just now, he clearly wanted to say something to Aunt Zhao, but he suddenly realized and changed his words.
Master Liaoyuan's hand shook unnoticeably, and a drop of tea spilled from the cup, onto the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware of it.
Li Shengxuan reached out and held Master Yuan's wrist, "Aunt Zhao has already lost too much for me, not to mention the Southeast..."
He didn't say any more, but Master Liaoyuan became convinced, "It seems that the poor monk is not the only one who is confused."
Such a frank admission made Li Shengxuan stunned, "Ajun, you..."
"I heard that Miss Fang San entered the palace." Master Liaoyuan calmly pushed away Li Shengxuan's hand, changed his voice almost abruptly, and asked, "Is she... okay?"
The woman he spoke of was naturally not Fang Zilan. Li Shengxuan was shocked. After so many years, he still missed her so much, even though she was already the queen of the middle palace, not the eldest lady of the Fang family of the prime minister's palace.
"Ajun, I have sworn that no matter whether it is King Xiang or the Lord of Dajing, I will only have Fang Ziqin as his wife." Li Shengxuan said firmly, but Master Liaoyuan rarely gave in, "If it is Li Shengxuan, what will happen again?" how?"
Li Shengxuan took a deep breath, but suddenly smiled, "Ajun, this seems like something you would say."
There are no taboos, he can fly and escape, this is Zhuge Jun, not the master of Liaoyuan whom the world worships.
Master Liaoyuan put the tea cup back casually, but said nothing, as if waiting for Li Shengxuan's answer.
"If it's Li Shengxuan..." Li Shengxuan paused, as if he had made up his mind, "I will marry Fang Zilan as my wife forever, and I will never waver in this determination."
"If it's Li Shengxuan..." Li Shengxuan paused, as if he had made up his mind. . . . .
