Fang Zilan pushed the tiger's body away with all her strength and stood up tremblingly. She was covered in blood, as if crawling out of a pool of blood. Blood beads slid down her pale face and dripped at her feet.
"Sister..." Murong Qing crawled towards Fang Zilan, but she didn't even look at him.
Perhaps killing the tiger was too strenuous, and Fang Zilan's hands trembled unconsciously, but she still held the golden hairpin in her hand tightly and never relaxed for a moment.
Mu Churui looked steadily at Fang Zilan standing at the bottom of the pit. Her eyes were empty, like a doll, but her whole body was filled with horrifying murderous intent, as if the god of death had descended and the world had changed color.
Fang Zilan let out a long breath, raised her hand and threw the gold hairpin covered with blood, and threw it in front of Mu Churui, "I will pay this to the king. Just think of it as, I bought this tiger's life."
Although there were guards standing in front of Mu Churui, the blood on the golden hairpin still splashed onto the hem of his clothes, leaving a scarlet mark that was extremely dazzling.
Mu Churui was not annoyed, he raised his hand and said: "Wonderful. Since the Crown Prince's wife has suffered this disaster for the Crown Prince, she can take the Crown Prince out of the palace."
"Thank you, Lord." Fang Zilan saluted, then turned to Murong Qing and stretched out her hand, "Let's go."
Murong Qing couldn't stand up, so Fang Zilan simply dragged him across his body and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, do you really want to stop here?"
Her words were like a feather that plucked Murong Qing's heartstrings. He gritted his teeth and stood up with all his strength.
The two of them supported each other and stumbled to the edge of the pit. With the help of Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu, they finally came out of the pit.
"Miss Fang San..." Li Qiyou's voice was full of joy for surviving the disaster. The last note was rising, but it was shaking violently.
"I..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth, her legs and feet became weak, and she fell straight over as if she had lost all her strength.
Li Qiyou hurriedly hugged Fang Zilan, so that she did not fall to the ground. Zhuge Yu pulled Murong Qing away and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the loyal prince only suffered external injuries.
The two exchanged glances, and as if resigned to their fate, one supported the other and led Crown Prince Tadashi and his wife out of the palace.
Marquis Meng Tingyang was outside the palace, pacing back and forth anxiously, "I understand what you mean."
Master Lioyuan nodded slightly and said: "She has never been afraid of death. If there is anything that ranks last in her heart, it must be life and death. But now it is different. She has a bond and will no longer ignore life and death easily. "
Fang Ziqin said thoughtfully: "You mean Mo Han, Mr. Mo?"
"Not only Mr. Mo, but also Miss Awan, the little medical girl next to Mr. Wen Ya, and..." Master Liaoyuan raised the corners of his lips as he spoke, looked at Fang Ziqin and said, "You, and the Fang family behind you .”
Fang Ziqin relaxed and said with a smile: "It's not that I haven't thought about it. She is just a stubborn person, but she still has the Fang family in her heart. But..."
She stopped talking and looked at Master Yuan steadily, "Ajun, do you remember that I once told you that she and I are not biological sisters."
When he heard the name Ajun, Master Liaoyuan surprisingly showed no resistance. It was neither like the persistence in repeatedly correcting Li Shengxuan, nor the deafness when he occasionally heard others calling Zhuge Jun.
Just because when Fang Ziqin called Ajun, he saw the bright and decisive girl's look on her face, which was his first love.
"I remember." There was a look of nostalgia in Master Liaoyuan's eyes, like the fiery red cassock outside the spotless monk's robe, hot and sincere.
I remember every word you said. Even after living in Buddhism for so many years, I still haven't forgotten a single word.
Being stared at by such eyes, Fang Ziqin wanted to dodge for no reason, but was attracted to him as if possessed by an evil spirit, and could not look away for a long time.
Master Liaoyuan never showed any impatience and did not say anything until Fang Ziqin realized that he had lost his composure, turned his head and whispered: "It was me who lost my manners."
"It doesn't matter." Master Liaoyuan said warmly: "The tea is cold, I will change it for you."
"Ajun." Fang Ziqin suddenly shouted, picking up the cup on the table and drinking it down eagerly.
It seems as if he is afraid of losing something, and he seems to just feel that this cup of tea has been changed and will no longer be the same cup as before...
Just like them, there is no going back.
"Qin'er, I'm here." Master Liaoyuan watched helplessly as Fang Ziqin put the tea cup back on the table, but still held it tightly and refused to let go, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.
"Ajun, will you always be here?" Fang Ziqin was like a drowning person who saw the only hope of saving his life. However, it was too far away, and she couldn't see clearly whether this hope was a straw that could be broken at once, or a driftwood that could hold her ashore.
"Yes." Master Liaoyuan failed to reach out his hand after all, but stopped at the side of the table closer to Fang Ziqin, "Wherever you are, I will be there."
Fang Ziqin lowered his head and looked at the two hands on the table. One crossed the middle, trying to get closer but couldn't get any extravagance. The other was holding on to the cup, not daring to let go, but greedy for the other's warmth. Just like the relationship between them, it is always elusive.
She closed her eyes suddenly, and when she opened them again, she had calmed down a lot, "She knew her life experience."
Master Lioyuan heard Fang Ziqin change the subject, and followed her words and asked: "What is her life experience..."
"I can't say it." Fang Ziqin resolutely interrupted Master Yuan's question, "For the sake of the Fang family, I can't say it."
For the Fang family? There was a little bitterness on Master Liaoyuan's face. Fang Ziqin pursed her lips and rubbed her fingers over the wall of the lamp, "Ajun, I'm sorry."
Master Lioyuan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Fang Ziqin said again: "Master Lioyuan, thank you."
After saying that, she stood up and left without looking back. Master Liaoyuan looked at her back, his heart beating wildly and blood seemed to explode all over his body, but his reason told him that he should not chase her out.
When Qiu Shui saw Fang Ziqin walking out, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward quickly, "Your Majesty..."
"Qiu Shui, go to Yanming Lake." Fang Ziqin said quickly and softly. Qiu Shui almost thought he heard wrong and asked, "Empress, aren't we going back to the palace?"
Fang Ziqin was walking in a hurry and refused to say a word. Qiu Shui's heart sank and she ordered the driver to rush to Yanming Lake on the outskirts of Beijing.
In the eyes of others, Yanming Lake is just a place to enjoy. It is almost winter now, and there is no scenery, only a withered appearance.
But Qiu Shui knew that this was the place where her young lady and Zhuge Jun fell in love, and where they often met.
Zhuge Jun? Qiu Shui was stunned. She thought she had forgotten this name like everyone else, but she still remembered it clearly.
