"A Wan, are you looking down on the young master too much? This little thing is not an embarrassment to him." Fang Zilan's understatement made A Wan curl her lips, "Are you so confident in the young master?"
"Don't you trust me?" Fang Zilan asked without answering. Awan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Of course not, it's just..."
"What?" Fang Zilan asked curiously and softly. Awan sighed and said: "I don't know where the confidence comes from, Master. Master never believes that there is anything you can't do. You treat him the same way. I don't know." What should I say to you?"
"Young Master, believe me, do Awan really think so?" Fang Zilan smiled, her expression a little indifferent.
Awan was a little surprised, "Of course. Among the entire ghost sect, besides Wu Qing, the one you trust the most is you, right?"
"Young Master trusts Wu Qing because Wu Qing has the same surname as him and is his only relative in the world." Fang Zilan paused and lowered his voice a little, "Young Master trusts me because I am the sharpest in his hand. I have to trust his sword. And I am the same. He is my only support. Even if it is a desperate move, I can only trust him."
"You, you behave when you get an advantage." Li Shengxuan looked helpless, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden at any cost, "The New Year's social opera is so good that you have to go?"
Fang Zilan said nonchalantly: "I have already promised the prince, so giving up halfway cannot be justified."
Li Shengxuan's eyes darkened, "Is it just because of this?"
Fang Zilan hummed, but then added as if remembering something: "Not entirely. I heard from Awan that Yaoxie's costumes are gorgeous and beautiful, and the New Year's social opera is noisy and lively, so I want to join in and watch it."
"Listen to Awan?" Li Shengxuan frowned slightly, "You haven't seen it?"
"No." Fang Zilan shook her head honestly, "I haven't been out much since I was a child. During festivals, I only went to the temple with my mother to burn incense and pray for blessings. Later, my mother passed away, and I didn't even burn incense and pray for blessings. I could only. When I have some free time, take a look at the temple that my mother and I used to go to from a distance."
Her expression was full of longing and nostalgia, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, "I remember when I was a child, I went to offer incense during the New Year, and by chance, I happened to be in trouble in the temple. My mother and I They were separated, and everyone around me was trying to escape for their lives, but I was the only one who stayed in place stupidly."
Li Shengxuan didn't say anything and listened silently to her continued story.
"Later, a little brother grabbed my sleeve and led me out. At that time, the little brother asked me why I didn't run away. I said it was because..."
Almost at the same time, her and Li Shengxuan's voices overlapped and they said in unison: "The fireworks are beautiful."
She stared blankly at Li Shengxuan, and in a daze, the face of the person in front of her coincided with that of the boy from many years ago.
The answer was so close that she couldn't help but want to confirm, "Is that little brother your Majesty?"
Li Shengxuan did not answer her question, but simply said: "The fireworks were accidentally set off that year, which caused flooding in the back alley of Baiye Temple. The fire was not big, and it was quickly controlled."
Momiji Temple? The intermittent memories in Fang Zilan's mind gradually came together.
In the dark, Baiye Temple is like an invisible thread, connecting her with the key people around her.
Thinking of this, her heart suddenly shook, and an inexplicable urgency surged uncontrollably. A thought suddenly came out: she wanted to go to Baiye Temple in person.
Li Shengxuan saw her frozen in place and softly called her name.
Fang Zilan came back to her senses, her expression more confused. She said confusedly: "What did your Majesty say?"
There was no expression on Li Shengxuan's face, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes, "I said, the fireworks that year were really beautiful."
His voice was almost inaudible, but it still fell clearly on Fang Zilan's ears.
She suddenly felt as if a bunch of fireworks exploded in her heart.
It turns out that they had crossed paths a long time ago.
Now that the past events were brought up again, she couldn't help but feel happy about the fateful reunion, but she couldn't even explain what she was happy about.
If this was done on a normal day when she was awake, she would definitely have to dig into it to find out. However, at this moment, she was confused and her mind was in a blur.
She didn't even have time to think about whether it was the temperature of the charcoal fire in the house that was too high or the fever that made her sway like a fluttering kite.
Li Shengxuan's words about fireworks were as beautiful as the clouds in the sky. She was so indulged in it that she almost wanted to get closer, but she was afraid of the storm hidden behind the clouds, which would break her into pieces in the next moment.
Her mouth was dry, and some words were sticking to her lips, ready to come out. She almost couldn't hold them back and let them come out of her mouth, so she had to bite her lips tightly to try to force them back.
When Li Shengxuan saw that she was about to talk, her expression was very similar to the one he saw in Baiye Temple that year.
In fact, he had met her and her mother long before that escape. Rather than saying that I have seen it before, it is better to say that I took a look at it from a distance through the crowds of people and the fragrant mist in Baiye Temple.
When she was young, Fang Zilan looked extremely obedient, with a natural aura of intelligence. She was a little girl that even if she was thrown into a pile of children, people couldn't help but take a second look.
As for her mother, she always wears plain clothes with a gauze covering her face, and her every move is extremely low-key. During every festival, she would be taken to Baiye Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and she seemed very pious among the many pilgrims.
It was rumored that the lady in the mansion had scratched her face due to fighting for favor, so she felt much more at ease. She prayed to God and Buddha so devoutly just to live a safe life.
But he knew that the truth behind the rumors might not be the case.
He once saw their mother and daughter setting lanterns in the valley behind the Baiye Temple by chance.
The wordless gray lantern was licked away bit by bit by the rising flames, making it look particularly eerie in the daytime.
He knew that it was a dark lamp, specially lit for the deceased. He has also ordered it for his brothers who are buried in the battlefield, but he has never seen any women from the back house know how to order it. They all feel that it is unlucky.
Xu was curious, so he followed the mother and daughter that day, and finally saw them refilling the lamp in front of the Buddha and then leaving.
After they left, he stepped forward and looked at the Buddha amulet on the ever-burning lamp.
It is engraved on it: Mountains and rivers are eternal.
Time has passed, but he still remembers the shock when he saw these four words, and he still remembers the stunning eyes of the little girl who said that the fireworks were beautiful that night.
At that time, he felt a lock in his heart click and open.
But later he thought he had missed her, so he had no choice but to reshape the shackles with the goal of everlasting mountains and rivers, and imprisoned himself in the prison of power.
However, at this moment, he looked steadily at the people in front of him and realized that they had not missed him.
