The silver-armored army was so fierce that the birds in the courtyard were frightened and flapping their wings away. The people in the hall only regretted that they had no wings and could not fly away like a bird. Now that the silver-armored army surrounded the general's mansion, they were afraid that they would not be able to escape even if they had wings.
There was obvious fear in Fu Congnan's eyes, and the people in the hall who were like puppets on strings finally reacted, like ants on a hot pot, neither standing nor sitting, but they did not dare to leave half a step away.
Only Li Qiyou, supported by Zhuge Yu, walked to the door, looked at Murong Qing who was pale but standing upright under the steps, and said calmly: "Prince Zhongzheng, what are you going to do?"
"My purpose of coming has been made very clear just now." Murong Qing said with a sharp expression: "My wife celebrated General Fu's birthday and went to the General's Mansion for a banquet, but she has not returned. As a husband, shouldn't I come? ?"
He said it so naturally that Li Qiyou was choked and couldn't speak for a long time. Fang Zilan in the hall heard it and thought to himself that his so-called preparation was to surround the general's mansion with troops? But this risky move is tantamount to seeking death, and it is really not like what the cautious and precarious proton would do.
But for some reason, Fang Zilan felt that this was something Murong Qing could do. However, the purpose behind it is not as simple as her.
Seeing that no one came out, Murong Qing slowly walked up the steps and walked in from Li Qiyou. When he saw Fang Zilan, who was unharmed, he seemed to be relieved.
"General Fu, as the birthday boy, looks a little embarrassed." Murong Qing unceremoniously sat down on the main seat where Fu Congnan was supposed to be, and looked at Fu Congnan, who was held by Hongtai and covered in blood.
"Murong Qing, you don't have the right to speak in my house..." As soon as Fu Congnan opened his mouth, Murong Qing stopped him, "General Fu, it's not up to you whether I speak or not."
He smiled slightly, "Since General Fu is unwilling to let my wife go, how about I make a deal with the general?"
Fu Congnan spat, "You two young couples are really the same as each other."
"Oh?" Murong Qing said meaningfully, his eyes turning to Fang Zilan who was standing with a sword, "Madam, should I negotiate this deal with General Fu, or you?"
Fang Zilan sheathed her sword, "I'm not interested in the prince's transaction. Since I have nothing to do, I'll take the first step."
"Okay." Murong Qing nodded and said toward the door: "Meng Tingyang, send your wife and her family back."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan glanced at Hongtai, and he left Fu Congnan and picked up Fang Lihui. Awan pulled Fang Zitong's sleeve and signaled her to leave.
Fang Chongzheng stood up and said to Fang Zilan in front of him: "Lan'er, if you decide..."
"Let's go." Fang Zilan didn't look back and walked out resolutely.
Until I walked past Li Qiyou and heard his voice, low and firm, "I want to stay."
"It's up to you." Fang Zilan didn't stop until all the Fang family members walked out of the hall, and the door suddenly closed like a cage to trap an animal.
But for Fang Zilan, nothing mattered, at least she brought Fang Lihui out.
After sending everyone back to the nearby Fang Family Courtyard, Awan offered to treat Fang Lihui, and Fang Zilan followed her and did not return to the inn.
It was night, Fang Zilan was sitting on the railing of the corridor, looking up at the dark sky with no stars or moon. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Fang Chongzheng said in the general's mansion, "It's going to be dark."
Based on her understanding of Fang Chongzheng, he would not say such things for no reason, which meant that he had already seen it...
No, a subtle sense of dissonance arose that could no longer be ignored.
Fang Zilan stood up suddenly, but saw Fang Chongzheng pushing open the door and walking out, walking directly in front of her, "Why are you..."
She didn't ask further. Fang Chongzheng smiled and said, "The night is long, you can take your time."
Take it easy? When Fang Zilan heard these three words, she only felt the tip of her nose sore, as if the tight bow string had finally relaxed, more like a person who was tired of running for his life finally got a moment of respite.
So she took a deep breath and said, "You did it on purpose. You had already planned it. You didn't want to stay in the capital in the first place!"
She was a little incoherent and emotional. However, Fang Chongzheng knew what she meant and nodded and confessed, "Yes."
"Then why are you using me as an excuse?" Fang Zilan's eyes turned red. Fang Chongzheng sighed and said quietly: "You are not an excuse, you are just one of the reasons."
He paused and said softly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."
"Li Shengxuan will never be threatened. Even if the Fang family leaves Beijing, he cannot take back his life." Fang Zilan turned away and bit her lip: "What's more, I'm not your biological daughter, why are you protecting me?"
"If you have nothing to do with the Fang family." Fang Chongzheng looked at the person in front of him steadily, "Then what are you doing today?"
"It's just a coincidence." Fang Zilan still said stubbornly, "It was an accident, who knew that Fang Lihui was in the water prison..."
"Okay, let's just treat it as a coincidence." Fang Chongzheng did not expose Fang Zilan, but the corners of his raised lips revealed unspeakable teasing.
Fang Zilan snorted and continued to ask: "Now that you have resigned and are not taking care of yourself, what are you doing?"
"Although I am no longer an official in the court, I still have to move around a lot..." Before Fang Chongzheng finished his serious words, Fang Zilan sneered and said: "Young Master, you can use this rhetoric to deal with Fang Zitong, but don't try to deal with me. "
"Children these days are hard to fool." Fang Chongzheng smiled and shook his head. Fang Zilan's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists and asked as if he had made up his mind: "Are you doing it for..."
"Lan'er, if Murong Qing hadn't come today, would you really have killed everyone?" Fang Chongzheng asked first. Fang Zilan lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then whispered: "No."
There was obvious unwillingness and anger in her tone, "Even if we kill them all, it won't help. The southeastern land is still a mess."
She said, flicking her sleeves, "But as long as I can bring you out safely, I will kill you. I'm not afraid."
"You have killed a lot of people. You should understand better than anyone else that killing people most of the time does not solve the problem." Fang Chongzheng looked calm, neither criticizing nor blaming. "You can't kill everyone in the world."
Fang Zilan curled her lips, and there was a hint of bitterness in her voice, "Even if we kill them all, it's not interesting if I am the only one left in the world."
"Killing and defending are just a matter of a thought." Fang Chongzheng said meaningfully, "I am here for Mr. Su Heng."
