"There is no hope." Fang Zilan moved her fingers wrapped in gauze, "It would be better to wipe it out."
Awan was choked by Fang Zilan and couldn't say anything for a moment. Only Fang Ziqin, who was standing by the window, straightened his sleeves and said softly: "If there is no hope, you are so injured, why do you still come back with one breath? "
Fang Zilan was stunned for a while, then said: "I made a promise to someone, and I must keep my promise."
"Really?" Fang Ziqin looked at Fang Zilan steadily, as if she had seen through her, and she couldn't help but confide: "I never thought I could come back alive. Before I lost consciousness, I was still thinking about that time You shouldn't say such nonsense as if you promise to keep your promise to the king, you will keep your eternal life. How can I come back to the way I looked at that time? Isn't this embarrassing?"
"But you're still back." Fang Ziqin said word by word, "You're back alive."
"Yes." Fang Zilan smiled self-deprecatingly, why? Perhaps it was the plum branch that fell from her chest before she almost collapsed, which reminded her that there were many people waiting for her in the capital, and she couldn't stop there.
Nowadays, she not only lives for herself, but also lives for the people she is tied to.
"Lan'er." Fang Ziqin walked to Fang Zilan and reached out to stroke the top of her hair, "You are the toughest person I have ever seen..."
"Sister, you don't have to comfort me..." Fang Zilan subconsciously intercepted Fang Ziqin's last words and blurted out a title that even she didn't expect. After reacting, she couldn't say anything.
"I know." Fang Ziqin's hand paused, "But no matter what, as long as you are willing, I will be your support."
Fang Zilan nodded slightly and stopped showing off. For the next few days, he allowed others to feed him food and medicine. After she was able to walk on the ground, she picked up the sword with her left hand under the astonished eyes of others.
"What kind of stimulation did Miss Fang San receive?" The palace maid looked at the figure on the wall while whispering to her companions, "She just blocked the Queen's sword, and it has only been two days since she was able to get out of bed and walk around. Why? Just use the sword?"
The maid next to her said mysteriously: "I heard that Miss Fang San and the Empress have a very close relationship. This time I watched my eldest sister almost being assassinated, and I felt very uncomfortable. Why not wield a sword for this?"
A Wan put her hand up in confusion, but the moment she felt her pulse, she suddenly understood Wen Ya's intention.
The sudden surprise almost overwhelmed Awan. She jumped three feet high like a frightened rabbit, "She! She..."
Everyone was immediately frightened by Awan's words. Wen Ya didn't dare to speak directly, and this little girl reacted like this. Could it be that Fang Zilan was frightened to death?
Xu Yi was startled by his own thoughts. He grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist regardless of etiquette. As soon as he confirmed that he still had a pulse, he heard Awan yell, "What are you doing?"
"Awan, don't be rude." Wen Ya stood up slowly and saluted Wang Xianhui: "Sir Wang, Miss Fang San was very frightened. She needs to find a secluded place and get good treatment."
"Yes, that's what Mr. Wen said." Wang Xianhui hurriedly called a few maids, and together with Qiu Chan, helped Fang Zilan to the back room where guests could change and take a rest, and said solemnly: "I'll leave everything to Mr. Wen."
Xu was too flustered, and no one noticed that Awan was jumping and jumping happily all the way to the wing. Maybe someone noticed it, but they just thought that Fang Zilan's condition was critical and could not be delayed.
In short, no one paid close attention to A Wan's expression, while Wen Ya's expression was so gloomy that people couldn't help but feel anxious.
When they arrived at the wing and no one was around, Awan shook Fang Zilan's arm and said, "Okay, I know it's you, stop pretending."
Fang Zilan opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Wen Ya, "Mr. Wen, I didn't expect you to be so out of control and tell Awan so quickly."
"I also want to keep hiding it from her." Wen Ya stood with his hands behind his hands and said quietly: "But I'm afraid that if it goes on for a few more days, my stupid apprentice will lose his life for you."
"Master!" Awan couldn't help but look away.
Will you risk your life? Fang Zilan stared at Awan thoughtfully, "Our little Awan won't hide in the pharmacy and cry for many days, right? His eyes still look a little swollen now."
"No!" Awan retorted anxiously, but her hands subconsciously touched her eyes. However, the next moment she caught the smile on the corner of Fang Zilan's lips, and she was so angry that she scratched her, "Okay, you lied to me again!"
Seeing this, Wen Ya coughed slightly and warned: "Be careful, the walls have ears."
Awan immediately fell silent, looked around carefully, leaned into Fang Zilan's ear and asked: "There shouldn't be anyone outside, right?"
"No." Fang Zilan shook her head, "If there was someone, I wouldn't wake up at all."
Awan curled her lips and was about to ask something else, but she covered her mouth with her hand. Finally, she took a deep breath and stood up, "I'll boil the medicine for you."
"A Wan, don't you ask?" Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear. A Wan wrung his fingers and said unnaturally: "I want to ask, but I don't want to force you, and I don't think you should say it. Now I can see It's enough for you to appear before me alive."
After she said that, she turned and left. Fang Zilan looked at her back and sighed softly, "Our little Awan has indeed grown up."
"Miss Fang San, are you planning to attach yourself to the Fang family?" A look of inquiry appeared on Wen Ya's face, and Fang Zilan took the time to say, "Who knows, just take a step and see."
She said seriously as if she was remembering something: "However, I will do what I promised you. As long as I live for one day, Awan will be fine."
Wen Ya seemed to be relieved, moved a round stool and sat beside the couch, and said in a deep voice: "Young master doubts me."
"Normal." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who has he really trusted in all these years?"
Wen Ya pursed his lips and said, "On the day the Di Rong delegation came to the capital, the young master sent me out of the capital. When I came back, you were already in the sky prison."
"This is not a suspicion." Fang Zilan pondered for a moment: "He just doesn't want to have a capable doctor around me who can control the poison in my body. As for other doctors, he knows that I can't trust him, and he doesn't dare to expose himself. If there is poison, you can only stay close to it, so that the trap he sets can be effective."
"You don't have to comfort me." Wen Ya said helplessly: "I know what kind of person he is."
"Really?" Fang Zilan was noncommittal, "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about whether his illness is real or fake."
Wen Ya looked a little colder, "You don't have to test me. There are some things I can say. There are some things I would rather bring into the coffin than say a word."
