Zhuge Yu frequently looked at the carriage behind him. Even Li Qiyou, who was worried, couldn't help but rein in the horse's reins, slowed down his pace, and said side by side with him: "It's useless for you to worry."
"I'm not worried, it's just..." Zhuge Yu's expression was dark and unclear, "I want to know, what exactly happened that night?"
Li Qiyou thought for a while and said: "After you and I were drunk, we were sent back to the post house. Early the next morning, a servant of Prince Zhongzheng's Palace found the Crown Prince's wife passed out in the mourning hall, with a high fever..."
He said, his voice a little lower, "It rained heavily that night, I think she caught a cold..."
"I always feel something is wrong." Zhuge Yu shook his head, "That night, there were only the prince, me and her inside and outside the mourning hall of Princess Zhongzheng. Who found us drunk? If it was someone from the palace, the prince's wife..."
He did not continue, but Li Qiyou knew clearly in his mind that with the strict rules of Miluo, if Fang Zilan was found drunk outside the mourning hall during the vigil, it would be a serious crime. Whether he could walk out of Miluo alive would have to be explained. .
But if it wasn't someone from the palace, there would have been someone else that night...
Seeing that Li Qiyou was silent, Zhuge Yu continued, "In addition, when the palace servants found the Crown Prince's wife, she was in the mourning hall, and no trace of drinking was found."
"It means someone has dealt with it." Li Qiyou's voice was deep, "But the person who dealt with the traces and let the Crown Prince's wife pass out in the mourning hall should have no friendship with her."
"Not necessarily." Zhuge Yu lowered his voice deliberately, "Your Majesty, please think carefully, if the Crown Prince's wife disappears during the vigil, or appears in other places where she shouldn't be..."
Li Qiyou felt a chill running down his spine, "So, that night..."
He subconsciously looked back at the carriage where Fang Zilan was sitting, but hesitated to speak.
Only three days after Fang Zilan and Murong Qing returned to Prince Zhongzheng's palace, Mu Churui drove them out of Miluo Capital again on the grounds that they could not delay their trip, and they did not even finish the first seven days.
What's more, both of them were suffering from high fevers and were groggy and unconscious. Even after being loaded into the carriage, they showed no reaction.
Therefore, although there were some people who were dissatisfied and wanted to complain about Prince Zhongzheng's palace, the Lord had already resigned himself to the situation, and in the end there was no trouble.
However, the accompanying doctors were constantly watching over them, and the decoction and medicine were constantly being used. Fang Zilan and Murong Qing showed no signs of improvement.
Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu asked questions every day, and the answers they got were surprisingly consistent. Until they entered the capital, there was no improvement.
"Your Majesty, Master Zhuge, we have tried our best..." The older of the several doctors couldn't help but said: "The prince and his wife were stimulated and overly sad. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to get over it..."
He carefully considered his choice of words and retained the statement about preparing for the funeral, but it still annoyed Li Qiyou, "That's nonsense!"
King Yucheng, who was always known for his honesty and kindness, threw down the tea cup in his hand and glared angrily, "You can't cure the prince and his wife, so you want to fool me with these words?"
"My lord, please calm down, I don't dare..." Several doctors knelt down in unison, "It's just that the prince and his wife really can't stand it..."
"What can't you stand?" A voice of tenderness came, and Awan rushed in angrily, "Miss Fang San has never seen anything, how can she stay here? If you don't know how to treat a doctor, please get out of my way. !”
Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The soldiers who were chasing A Wan behind them said: "Your Majesty, Lord Zhuge, this girl has the Queen's token in her hand. We really can't stop her... "
Li Qiyou raised his hand and signaled the soldiers and doctors to retreat, leaving only Awan in the hall, "Miss Awan, how could you..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Awan stopped him, "I've been waiting here for two days, you guys are too slow."
She had a look of disgust on her face, and Zhuge Yu coughed slightly, "The prince and his wife are seriously ill, so we have to..."
"I know, otherwise what would I do?" A Wan was not angry. She neither gave Li Qiyou face nor accepted Zhuge Yu's politeness.
So Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu looked at each other, and without waiting to say anything, Awan said: "You two, it's not that I'm better than Giotto, I'm just afraid of being late. Even the Great Luo Immortal can't save Miss Fang San." .”
Li Qiyou's expression changed, and then he noticed a lot of blood on the dusty A-Wan, "Miss A-Wan, are you injured?"
"It's okay, I can't die." Awan had a cold face, and Zhuge Yu hurriedly led the way for her, "Miss Awan, please follow me."
Awan walked in a hurry, and Zhuge Yu asked while observing her expression: "Miss Awan, since it is on the order of the empress, why is it you and not Mr. Wen who is here?"
When she heard the words Mr. Wen, Awan's steps obviously paused, "Mr. Wen is very busy and has no time."
"Seriously?" Zhuge Yu asked, A Wan's expression turned cold, "I'd like to thank you, Mr. Zhuge, for Mr. Wen is not dead yet."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yu pursed his lips. From A Wan's tone, Wen Ya was still alive, but he was probably not doing well.
He had some understanding of the situation in the capital. After the Fang family fled the capital, the empress, Fang Ziqin, was walking on thin ice. There were many talk of abolishing the empress in the court, and Li Shengxuan was noncommittal.
At this juncture, Awan took the queen's token, waited at the border of Dajing, and broke into the envoy returning from Miluo...
"Lord Zhuge, please stay." Awan's voice brought Zhuge Yu back from his thoughts, "I never like having people around when I'm treating patients, so please forgive me."
"Miss Awan is serious." Zhuge Yu took a step back, bowed and said, "Miss, please."
Awan didn't even look at Zhuge Yu, pushed the door open, closed the door heavily, leaned behind the door and took a deep breath.
The room was filled with a strong herbal smell, but Awan seemed to have a brief respite. She calmed down, walked to the bed, and looked at Fang Zilan, whose face was bloodless and breathless.
"I'm here." Awan stared down at the person on the couch, "Fang Zilan, I've been wandering all this time just to collect your body."
After saying that, she sat down, reached out and grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist, and was stunned when she felt her pulse.
Fang Zilan's pulse was not dangerous, it could even be said to be very peaceful, without any abnormalities, as if she was just asleep.
"How could..." Awan's eyes widened, and the next moment she heard a "squeak". She raised her eyes and saw that the window was open a crack, and her long white hands were holding a fork to support the window. got up.
Immediately, the owner of the hand jumped in gently and deftly, "Miss Awan, long time no see."
