"I can't tell that this girl of yours is not very young, but she has great eyesight." Mr. Yun relaxed his brows and said with a smile, "It's no wonder that you would like my girl to stay in our medical center."
"Qinghan has a pure and kind heart. She kindly took in my two sisters." Fang Zilan smiled and said, "I can only say that Qinghan has a good taste."
Mr. Yun shook his head, and the smile on his face faded a bit, "If my girl really has good taste, she won't fall in love with that boy Wang Shen."
"Qinghan likes Young Master Shen?" Fang Zilan suppressed a smile and recalled the situation at Wang's house that day. Then she suddenly remembered Wang Shen's words that she had always ignored, "Miss Yun thinks I treat you differently. She thinks I treat you differently." Intentionally".
Thinking about it carefully, the words between the two people that day were indeed somewhat intriguing, and they seemed to have a close relationship.
Seeing her thoughtful look, Mr. Yun couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that you have noticed it too."
"Yes." Fang Zilan nodded, "But since Master Shen is a capable person, there is nothing wrong with Qinghan taking a liking to him."
"So you juniors are just too young and have never suffered any losses." Old Yun Youyou said: "No matter what the right match is, let's talk about how the simple girl of my family can fight against Wang Shen, who is both thoughtful and thoughtful. A capable young master. How can a child who grew up in a wealthy family be an easy person?"
Fang Zilan asked subconsciously: "Yun is always worried that Qinghan will be cheated?"
"There are some things that can be explained clearly with more than just two words: cheated?" Mr. Yun looked at the person in front of him steadily, and suddenly changed his voice, "My girl, I have never asked you about your origins, right?"
Fang Zilan pursed her lips slightly and did not deny it. She could more or less guess what Mr. Yun was going to say next.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Mr. Yun coughed lightly, "If my guess is correct, you come from a distinguished family background, which is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people like us. To put it bluntly, I'm afraid he's even taller than that kid Wang Shen, am I right?"
After asking, he did not wait for Fang Zilan's reaction, and then continued on his own, "It doesn't matter, I am not saying this to ask you to admit anything, let alone to know your identity as a threat. If you don't want to say it, you have your own reasons. I don’t force it.”
Fang Zilan patted Mr. Yun on the back, and while helping him calm down, he asked tentatively: "Aren't you afraid that I am planning something evil?"
"Afraid?" Mr. Yun laughed out loud, "If someone like you wants to harm everyone in our medical clinic, how can I still survive at this time?"
Seeing her silence, Mr. Yun continued: "What's more, you saved my life. No matter why you came, at least you have good intentions and will never do anything evil."
"You believe me so much?" Fang Zilan suppressed a smile, and Mr. Yun's expression became a little more serious. "Although I am a common man, I have experienced some human affairs. Now that I am half buried in the ground, I can understand a certain truth. Identity The higher the status of people, the less they disdain to hide their goals, because they have that confidence that even if there are many changes, they can always achieve their goals."
Fang Zilan stood upright holding the broken sword in her hand. Her breath swept past Wei Subaru's ears, and an almost contemptuous voice came into his ears, "It depends on whether they have this ability."
After she said that, she gave Wei Subaru a hard bump and made him run straight towards the nearest weapon. The owner of the weapon subconsciously stopped his attack, and he pretended to be stabbed and rolled to the back of the stage.
Seeing Wei Subaru step down, Zhuge Yu hurriedly walked toward him, "What's the situation now?"
"Not good." These two simple words made Zhuge Yu feel his heart sinking. He didn't care much and made a decisive decision to find Li Qiyou quickly.
Although it was cold winter, Li Qiyou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his fingers were clenched into fists, and his whole body was tense like a bow with its strings fully drawn.
"Your Highness..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth and before he could say anything, he heard the clanging sounds of swords coming one after another.
During the fierce debate, Fang Zilan's crown fell to the ground, and her long black hair fell out of restraints.
The bright red robe like fire was torn apart, and the long hair was carried by the cold wind and flew in the air. Red and black were intertwined, alluring and sad.
Fang Zilan held a broken sword in her hand and retreated to the edge of the stage under the intimidation of everyone. If she was not careful, she would fall. She raised her head and looked up at the tower. Li Shengxuan was surrounded by civil and military officials, and everyone was watching the show.
Amid the overwhelming momentum, her eyes were fixed on Li Shengxuan. She couldn't see clearly because it was too far away, and could only see a vague figure, but for some reason, she felt a little calmer in her heart.
"You monster, why don't you die quickly!"
The person closest to Fang Zilan suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword pointed directly in front of her.
She nimbly avoided it, dangling her slender legs and half of her body hanging outside the high platform, like a teetering kite.
Soon the next round of attack came unexpectedly. She turned around and the sleeve of her robe was cut open by a sharp blade, and the bright red cloth strips fluttered in the wind.
Fang Zilan is now riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. If she jumps off the high platform, even if nothing happens but the evil spirit is not dead, she will fall off the stage. It seems that there must be something wrong in the social drama, and I am afraid that she will be charged with causing chaos in the capital.
But if she had to fight them with real swords and guns, even though she wouldn't lose, she might not be able to do well. If the injury is serious, Awan will inevitably talk about it. Being in a dilemma, this year will be difficult.
After much deliberation, there was no way to achieve both ends. Fang Zilan simply acted decisively and unexpectedly reached out to grab the wrist of the person in front of her on the left. She exerted force so hard that he let go of his hand in pain. She took advantage of the situation and snatched his sword.
The man obviously didn't expect that she would do this, and because she moved too fast, he was caught off guard and unable to resist. He was pushed away by her palm in a daze, and retreated with inertia, knocking down several people behind him.
The people standing on Fang Zilan's right saw her grabbing the weapon. Seeing that the situation was not right, they took a few steps forward, and swords came one after another.
Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, she tore open her outer robe to use her strength, and her dazzling red color captivated everyone's attention. When everyone reacted, they saw red rags falling from the sky, like a bloody rain of flowers.
Everyone's eyes followed Hua Yu to the audience, only to see the demon in red clothes lying lifeless on the ground, with black hair in red clothes and skin as white as snow, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. The bright strips of cloth fell on her body, which was indescribably strange and sad.
In an instant, the people watching on Zhuque Street fell silent. Everyone was shocked and speechless by this scene.
For a moment like time stood still, Li Shengxuan stood on the tower, all his attention was occupied by her, and there was no room for anything else in his eyes.
It was just that he was so surprised that he suddenly remembered, is she recovered from the fever? The cold winter weather couldn't let her lie on the ground for too long.
