"Even if I go, it's just a formality. It doesn't matter if the days are piled up." Fang Zilan took the invitation from Awan and put it away properly, "Ayu and I have friends, and Master Wei is in Qi Luo Cheng has been a life-saver to me, and I promised to help with Zirou's matter, so I have to go there to save her face, and I can't shirk it."
"What about the Fang family?" Awan looked a little uneasy, "The third lady of the Fang family said she has the same name as you, but you know best what's going on. Who knows what the Fang family's intentions are for making such a move?"
"No matter what the Fang family's intentions are, I will go." Fang Zilan looked tired, "There are some things that you can't hide from. Only when I go can I know what the Fang family is going to do."
Awan's expression became a little more solemn, "So you went to Fang's house to investigate the current third lady?"
Fang Zilan hummed. She didn't want Awan to know too much, lest someone in the ghost sect would find out and cause trouble to Awanping in the future, so she just let Awan misunderstand it.
"Since you've made up your mind, it's useless for me to say more." Awan stood up and said, "It's getting late, you should rest early."
After Awan left, Fang Zilan took out the document Xiao Xuan'er gave her from her sleeve and put it together with the one sent by Xue Haoyu before.
For some reason, she always felt that this matter was not simple. Even if the Ministry of Rites did not deal with her, they did not dare to make a fuss about the year-end festival. After all, if something goes wrong, the official position of the Minister of Rites will not be saved, and whether his wealth and life can be saved is another matter.
Could it be that the Minister of Rites had calculated that because the year-end festival was related to the fate of the country, she would swallow her anger and not raise an issue?
But rabbits can bite when they are anxious. The Ministry of Etiquette has been targeting her for more than a year. Do you really think she has a good temper?
She stood in front of the leading man, with the plum sword in her hand placed on the side of his neck, "I have been doing things in parallel, and the most annoying thing is when someone interferes with me. I have killed all the people who were in the way before. If the same is true for you, I don't mind doing it. I’ll kill you before I fly away.”
"You..." The man looked at the sword so close, and his voice trembled involuntarily, "You are a disciple of Kunlun, how dare you..."
"How dare you?" Fang Zilan stopped the man's words, raised the corners of her lips and smiled evilly, "Without any proof, who knows it was me?"
She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered in a breathy voice: "Do you think that since Kunlun disciples are from a decent family, they will accommodate you everywhere? I won't."
After saying that, she distanced herself from the man and raised her voice: "Tonight, everyone will spend the night in the ancestral hall of Taoyuan Village. I will count the number of people later and there will be no mistakes."
"If there is one more person, I will kill one of you." Fang Zilan interrupted the man's words lightly, as if saying that the weather is nice today, "If there is one less person, I will kill all of you. Do you understand?"
"How can they be compared?" Mr. Zhuge suddenly interrupted him, his tone was a little excited, "He is the God of Killing. If it is related to him, it will be a major event that will turn the mountains and rivers into discoloration and the world will be turned upside down. Don't you know?"
"I believe her." Fang Chongzheng looked straight into Mr. Zhuge's eyes without fear, "Just like I believe in the God of Death you talk about, I believe in her."
Master Zhuge stared blankly at the person in front of him, as if he saw through him the young man Fang Chongzheng who stood in front of the old palace of the former court and spoke for General Pingnan, the general of Zhenbei, many years ago.
Many years have passed, and everyone thought that the once vigorous tiger and lion had lost its temperament and became unpredictable. However, they did not know that he was still the same as before, but that he had hidden his sharp edge, not that he had no temperament at all.
If someone tests him, he will still show his claws and claws, he is still a fierce tiger and lion, majestic and will not give in an inch.
But……
"Believe?" Mr. Zhuge repeated the word and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, your belief back then only resulted in continuous war."
Like a pebble thrown into the sea, Mr. Zhuge's words that almost exposed the scars did not make Fang Chongzheng lose his composure. On the contrary, he smiled and asked, "So what?"
Mr. Zhuge's expression changed slightly, he left a word of "take care of yourself" and walked away.
Fang Chongzheng looked at his back, and the smile on his face faded a little. The General Zhenbei and King Pingnan back then...
Everyone thought that he was defeated by Xia Yunzhao, and his generals were lost one after another. In the end, he could not stand up to him, and ended up dying in the deep sea across the earth.
The eager Jin people came upon hearing the news. At the critical moment, an unknown general suddenly appeared from the Qi family in the north and guarded the northern territory. If not, how could the Li family be able to secure the world? If the golden cavalry steps on it, there will only be a scene of broken mountains and rivers.
Then the general of the Qi family died suddenly overnight before Li's imperial decree of reward arrived, and he had to be buried with a generous burial and a posthumous name.
Later, the Qi family declined, and the once unknown general was gradually forgotten. General Zhenbei, King Pingnan, was given the title of former dynasty and became a hero in the storybook. The lady whose music was famous all over the world was no longer known to anyone. She had a disfigured face and entered the Prime Minister's Mansion with a baby in her arms...
Fang Chongzheng slowly closed his eyes and allowed the past to reappear like a revolving lantern. What the world knows is only one-sided. In that case, why care?
Fang Zilan steeled herself and said, "It's pretty good." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xiao Xuan'er walking in.
"Master Fang, I'm afraid it's too late to have breakfast at this hour. I made some porridge, you can use some of it." Xiao Xuan'er said, putting the pastries she was holding on the table.
"Miss Lao Xiao." Fang Zilan casually took a piece of cake, "Has Old Cao had breakfast? If not, send him some. The festival is not short, so we can't go hungry."
"Vice General Cao got up much earlier than you, you should worry more about yourself." Awan tidied up the bed, not forgetting to say a few sarcastic words.
Fang Zilan was stopped by A Wan's words, so she immersed herself in eating and drinking, and then heard her say: "Mr. Wen will deliver the medicine later. It won't be too late for you to take the medicine before leaving."
"Okay." Fang Zilan wiped her mouth and waited for Wen Ya to deliver the medicine. After she took it, she went to the altar with Deputy General Cao.
When the two arrived, it was less than three quarters before the start of the festival, so they were relatively late among the officials.
"Boss, your position is in the front, so go over first." Deputy General Cao said to Fang Zilan: "My position is in the back, just stand over."
Fang Zilan was still worried, "Have you remembered everything I told you clearly?"
"Remember." Vice General Cao grinned and said, "Salute more and talk less, boss, don't worry."
"Okay, I'll go over first." Fang Zilan said and walked forward. However, before she could reach her position, she heard a noise from behind.
