Everyone looked at each other in embarrassment. Li Qiyou was silent for a moment and said, "That's it for today. Let's go back and familiarize ourselves with the script again. We will continue tomorrow."
"Yes." Everyone responded one after another and left the Lianhua Palace as if fleeing.
Li Qiyou looked at their backs, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. He let the attendants step forward to collect the props, but he still stood where he was.
"Your Majesty." A slightly hoarse voice came from behind Li Qiyou. He turned around in shock and looked at Fang Zilan not far away, wondering when did she stand there? He was completely unconscious.
"What's the matter, Miss Fang San?" Li Qiyou said calmly, and Fang Zilan bowed, "Nothing, I just thought the New Year's social drama was interesting, so I stayed a little longer."
Li Qiyou was stunned, "Why does Miss Fang San think the New Year's social opera is interesting?"
"Don't you think the prince thinks so?" Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow, "If it wasn't interesting, why would the prince be responsible for rehearsing it every year, and even participating in the performance in person this year?"
"I..." Li Qiyou hesitated, and Fang Zilan continued speaking on her own, "I heard from my father that the so-called warding off evil spirits in the New Year's social opera aims to remember the past and cherish the present, and it implies opening up for all generations. Isn’t this the purpose of Taiping’s firm determination, isn’t it just for this purpose?”
Her words were like enlightenment, and Li Qiyou suddenly realized that the New Year's social drama, as a year-end event, contains not only beautiful hopes for the new year, but also the courage and perseverance to fear the past and the future. How can it be just a show? muddle along?
"Thank you Miss Fang San for your advice." Li Qiyou's face became a little more lively. Fang Zilan waved her hands and said, "Your Majesty, your words are serious. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
After saying that, she left directly. When she returned to Fengyi Palace, she saw Fang Ziqin walking in before sitting for a while, "I heard that you went to Lianhua Palace to listen to Master Yuan's lecture again today?"
Fang Zilan nodded, "If you are free next time, I might as well go together."
"I won't go." Fang Ziqin sat next to Fang Zilan and said softly: "The palace is busy at the end of the year and I can't get away."
Fang Zilan didn't say anything more. She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Fang Ziqin. She took it and took a sip. She nodded and said, "Yes, your tea-making skills have improved a lot."
"What's the art of making tea? It's just a matter of watching the heat." Fang Zilan answered casually, and then Fang Ziqin asked: "I wonder what the heat is today?"
"What does the empress mean by this?" Fang Zilan frowned, and Fang Ziqin put the tea cup aside, "I think there must be a big fire today, and the one added to it must be firewood named Master Xu Yixu."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan reacted suddenly. Fang Ziqin was talking about her strange attitude towards Xu Yi in Lianhua Palace, so she turned away and whispered: "I don't like Xu Yi."
"What are you talking about that are childish?" Fang Ziqin laughed dumbly, "You have nothing to do with Mr. Xu. Even at the Hua Hui, he was not the one who provoked you. Why are you hostile?"
"Asking knowingly." Fang Zilan snorted heavily, and Fang Ziqin raised the corners of her lips, "Are you doing it for Mo Han?"
Fang Zilan's thoughts were seen through, she pursed her lips unnaturally, and finally whispered: "I heard that Mo Han's life in the Xu family was not good."
"The list of people to be amnesty on New Year's Eve has been finalized, and Mo Han is among them." Before Fang Ziqin finished speaking, Fang Zilan said in surprise: "Really?"
"It's very true." The smile on Fang Ziqin's face grew brighter, "I have made arrangements with the Fang family. If nothing happens, we can send him away on New Year's Eve, or the first day of the first lunar month at the latest."
Fang Zilan couldn't wait to ask: "Who in the Fang family will see Mo Han off?"
"Li Hui will go in person." Fang Ziqin looked at Fang Zilan who was sitting unsteadily in amusement, "Are you at ease?"
Fang Zilan behaved when she got an advantage, "With the eldest sister strategizing, what should I feel uneasy about?"
"You, now you know how to call elder sister." Fang Ziqin raised his hand and smoothed Fang Zilan's broken hair on his forehead, and said warmly: "You feel relieved, but I think Mr. Xu will have to endure a lot of trouble."
"Eldest sister, why are you looking at me like this?" Fang Zilan's face was innocent, and a hint of joking flashed in Fang Ziqin's eyes, "If you hadn't told King Yucheng about the New Year's social drama, I would have reluctantly believed that you were innocent."
"Eldest sister, I have a keen eye. I have nothing to say." Fang Zilan shrugged, looking magnanimous.
Fang Ziqin retracted his hand and straightened his sleeves, "With the temperament of King Yucheng, if he listens to your words, he will definitely work hard, and other people who can adapt to the wind will not be able to relax."
"Eldest sister, I'm not easy either." Fang Zilan leaned forward coquettishly, "Look how hard I work every day practicing my sword."
As she spoke, she spread her left hand, and Fang Ziqin held her wrist, "Yes, we Lan'er have worked really hard. How about forget it?"
"How can I forget it?" Fang Zilan clasped Fang Ziqin's wrist with her backhand, patted the back of her hand gently, and comforted her: "I still have all the skills, but I can't hold a sword with my right hand. It's no big deal to switch to my left hand."
"Okay, it's up to you." Fang Ziqin said as if he remembered something, "You still need someone to take care of you. I plan to summon Qiu Chan into the palace again."
Fang Zilan had a headache when she heard Qiu Chan's name. That pretty little girl was good at everything, but she was too clingy. She couldn't resist it.
"If you don't want to, just give up." Fang Ziqin took out his hand and picked up the tea cup, "However, I heard from Qiu Shui that after Qiu Chan returned home, she hid in the house and cried every day, saying that you didn't want her anymore. Now my eyes are still swollen..."
"Eldest sister." Fang Zilan couldn't help but interrupt Fang Ziqin's ramblings, and said resignedly: "Eldest sister makes the decision in everything."
"Qiu Chan only has you in her heart, and she still knows how to behave." Fang Ziqin's fingers caressed the edge of the tea cup, her expression became calmer, "With her by your side, I feel at ease."
So Qiu Chan entered the palace under Fang Ziqin's arrangement the next day. The moment she saw Fang Zilan, she couldn't help but blush, called "Miss", and then rushed over.
Fang Zilan felt helpless, but she still let Qiu Chan follow her every day, carrying tea and water and rushing in and out. When she was practicing her sword, she would give her tea every half an hour and tell her to take a rest, for fear that she would be tired. On fire.
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, Fang Zilan is still a soft and weak Miss Fang San who tries to practice swords but can't even hold the sword steady. Under all the tricks, only she knew that although she still couldn't practice the sword with her left hand as well as her right hand, she was about half-way there.
In the blink of an eye, it was a few days before New Year's Eve. There were more and more people coming and going in the palace to pay their respects. Xiao Xuan'er also accompanied Fang Chongzheng and Fang Zitong into the palace.
When Fang Zilan saw them, she suddenly felt a little emotional. In just a few months, the days outside the palace seemed like a lifetime ago.
