"I..." Fang Zilan opened her mouth, and Wen Ya said helplessly: "Miss Fang, do you think that as long as you don't eat plum blossom soup, everything will be fine? You haven't eaten for several days, and you vomited out everything you ate, even your throat I'm so sick that I need to take good care of myself if I want to return to normal."
Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said, "Well, you're done. I'll ask the housekeeper to clean up a guest room later, and I hope Mr. Wen won't dislike the simplicity of the house."
Wen Ya raised his eyebrows, and Fang Zilan turned away unnaturally, "I know that I have caused a lot of trouble to Mr. Wen, and I will never threaten Mr. Wen with my life again."
Wen Ya looked at Fang Zilan's awkward side face and suddenly chuckled.
That year, not long after he first entered the underworld, Xiao Zixiu, who often suffered from bruises due to poor academic skills, had a straight face and coquettishly complained that he was not good at medical skills and acted lightly.
As a young man, he put on airs and asked Zixiu to call Mr. Wen, saying that if he didn't call, he would not treat her again. What she got in exchange was her warm words again and again, which remained unchanged for many years. Who would have thought that today she would take the initiative to call Mr. Wen.
The heartless children eventually grew into thoughtful adults.
Wen Ya suddenly felt that the person in front of him was getting farther and farther away from him. She stood under the sun, but he was still in the endless darkness, never to come out.
"Is it so funny?" Fang Zilan murmured in a low voice. Wen Ya was about to say something when someone knocked on the door and said, "Master Fang, Miss Awan asked me to deliver medicine. Can I come in?"
Wen Ya was startled when he heard the voice, and Fang Zilan hurriedly said: "Miss Cong, come in."
Wen Ya watched Cong Rong walk into the room and could no longer take his eyes away from her, "You are..."
"Young lady Cong Rong, I have met you, sir." Cong Rong bowed generously, and then put the medicine on the table, "Sir Fang, do you want to use this medicine now, or wait a while?"
"What kind of medicine is this?" Wen Ya came back to her senses and walked to Cong Rong. She couldn't help but take a step back, lowered her eyes and said, "Miss Awan asked me to bring it in. I don't know what kind of medicine it is."
Fang Zilan glanced at Cong Rong, and then her eyes fell on Wen Ya, "Mr. Wen and Miss Cong are old acquaintances?"
Wen Ya looked steadily at Cong Rong, who was just one step away, and said indifferently: "I don't know you. Is the girl Awan that Miss Cong mentioned is the medical girl in the house?"
"Yes." Cong Rong nodded, "I wonder what your orders are?"
"The medicine prepared by this Miss Awan is interesting." Wen Ya said calmly: "I want to meet this Miss Awan. I wonder if Miss Cong can lead the way?"
Cong Rong looked at Fang Zilan and saw her nodding slightly and saying, "Take Mr. Wen with you and ask the housekeeper to clean up a guest room and come out. Mr. Wen will stay at the house for a few days."
Cong Rong made a respectful gesture of invitation, "Mr. Wen, please come with me."
Fang Zilan lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look at the child. Li Qiyou came over and gently rubbed the top of the child's hair, "Brother, can I help you catch butterflies?"
"Okay!" The child raised a big smile, "Brother, help me, we will catch the butterflies and give them to daddy."
"Your father won't wake up." Fang Zilan suddenly said. Li Qiyou's face was full of astonishment. Before he could say anything, he heard the child say: "Why won't he wake up?"
"Because the dream is so beautiful and wonderful that your father can't bear to wake up." Fang Zilan said in a sad and controlled tone, and the child seemed to understand: "Then can I go to the dream to find my father?"
"No." Li Qiyou hurriedly answered: "You are too young, dreams are not suitable for you." After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and looked a little unnatural, as if he had never thought of such a bad thing. Lies come out of your own mouth.
"Then when can I go to find my father in my dream?" The child asked. Li Qiyou was startled, but then he heard Fang Zilan slowly speak: "One day, you will see all the butterflies in the world and find them." I will capture the most beautiful one among them. If you catch it, you can go to your father."
"I understand!" The child suddenly understood and tugged on Fang Zilan's sleeves excitedly, "Sister, my father taught me that if you want to eat candy cakes, you have to pay for it yourself. I think the same goes for butterflies, and you also have to catch butterflies. go alone!"
After saying that, he jumped up and ran out of the mourning hall, shouting as he ran, "When I catch the most beautiful butterfly, I can go find daddy in my dream!"
Li Qiyou laughed dumbly. Although he didn't fully understand the logic behind the child's words, he finally deceived him.
cheat? When this word flashed through Li Qiyou's mind, he was suddenly stunned. He used to hate the word "liar" deeply, but when he later discovered that his grandmother and queen mother would also lie to him, and that he could also deceive others, he subconsciously hid the word.
It was as if as long as he didn't say it, nothing had happened. Now that I think about it, I was really deceiving myself and others.
Fang Zilan stood up and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a wry smile emerging from the corner of Li Qiyou's lips. She said helplessly: "Your Majesty, you don't have to smile uglier than crying. I know that Your Majesty never likes to lie to people, let alone children. This time, even if you are the victim, Will the prince feel better if I threaten you?"
"Master Fang doesn't have to be like this." Li Qiyou suppressed a smile and shook his head: "I am different from before. I will not do such self-deception even if I don't want to."
"Really?" Fang Zilan looked sideways at him, "Actually, there was nothing wrong with the prince before. After all, not everyone can have that kind of sincerity, it's rare."
Wen Ya followed Cong Rong out and into the deserted corridor. He finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here?"
"Mr. Wen is smart, you can't guess it even if you think about it." Cong Rong's voice was soft and charming, as if she was a completely different person.
Wen Ya took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "There are so many people in the Ghost Sect, why are you?"
"With so many people, how many of them have never even met Zixiu and Awan?" Cong Rong took steps steadily, but Wen Ya lost her usual gentleness and said anxiously: "With Zixiu's temper, if she knows... …”
"She won't know." Cong Rong stepped down and her voice became much lower, "As long as you don't tell her, she will never know."
"But..." Wen Ya wanted to say something more, but was cut off by Cong Rong, "Except for you and the young master, no other person in the world knows about my existence. Even you, do you really know who I am?"
Wen Ya stopped suddenly, and Cong Rong turned around and leaned into his ear with a smile, "How can a person who doesn't even know who he is be discovered?"
Wen Ya felt choked in his chest and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Cong Rong smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Wen, little girl Cong Rong, please don't admit your mistake."
