Murong Qing stood up slowly, feeling that his legs were weak. As soon as he took a shaky step, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, "Your Majesty, please drive."
Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at the owner of her hand - Fang Zilan. Her expression was indifferent, with no hint of impatience.
Tao Zhiwei, who was following Murong Qing not far behind, raised her eyes and looked over. The nanny beside her already said, "What are you doing, Master Fang?"
Fang Zilan gently raised the plum sword, raised her eyebrows and said: "I'm just doing my duty. Grandma, do you have any opinions?"
The nanny took a deep breath, and before she could speak, she heard Fang Zilan say: "If you have any objections, please hold it back. I am the Duke of Jingyue, and it is not the turn of Miluo's nanny to come and discuss the rules with me."
"Master Fang, please calm down." Tao Zhiwei suddenly spoke out, her tone and tone were measured and elegant, "Ms. You can discipline me outspokenly during your trip, and I hope Master Fang won’t take offense.”
Fang Zilan glanced at Tao Zhiwei and was about to say something when she saw Murong Qing put his hand into her palm and said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm here."
Fang Zilan lowered her head and looked at Murong Qing. There was no trace of fatigue in his eyes. His black and white pupils were clear and resolute. They were extremely beautiful eyes.
"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Fang Zilan took Murong Qing's hand, ignored the various looks from the people around him, walked straight to the carriage, and put Murong Qing on the carriage.
Tao Zhiwei's face turned pale, but she still followed step by step, like a delicate porcelain doll, stepping onto another carriage.
Aunt Xing, who spoke just now, put down the curtain of the carriage for Tao Zhiwei, and then stood next to the carriage. The other people accompanying him also stood up one after another, with their elbows raised and their heads nodded, and they stood surprisingly unanimously.
Fang Zilan and Murong Xun greeted each other from a distance, then got on their horses and led the team back to the capital.
Shangguan Min nodded, "If General Zheng hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known about it."
The two talked lively, but Zheng Yan remained completely unmoved, not even raising his eyelids.
Shangguan Min laughed twice and felt that his praise was like a pile of sand, blown away by the cold wind named Zheng Yan.
Fang Zilan felt bored, and after saying a few words to Shangguan Min, she claimed that she had something to do, ended the conversation hastily, and went back to her room to rest.
As soon as she returned to the room, she saw Awan running in, approaching her mysteriously, and whispered: "Fang Zilan, I have something to ask you."
"You said it." Fang Zilan nodded slightly, and Awan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Will my master also go to the spring hunt this time?"
"Probably." Fang Zilan said softly: "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
"What do you mean it should be?" Awan glared at her angrily, "Please confirm it for me."
Fang Zilan looked at her funny, "You are so confident in asking for help. You are so insincere."
Awan took a deep breath, "I don't care, do you want to help or not?"
"Do you have anything to do with Wen Ya?" Fang Zilan asked instead without answering. A Wan softened her tone and said, "Last time when you were stimulated and fell into coma, I suddenly had inspiration and thought of a new prescription. But this prescription is more risky. I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you with the medicine, so I want to discuss it with my master first."
Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of her steadily, making her feel scared, "Why are you staring at me like this?"
"I'm afraid you'll kill me with the medicine." Fang Zilan raised his hand and pinched her face, "Aside from practicing medicine, can you think of other things?"
Awan grabbed her wrist and tried to stop her movements, "For example?"
Fang Zilan said: "For example, Chun Shou is a blind person. Even if Wen Ya goes there, how are you going to meet him?"
"Sister Lan, since His Majesty believes in you, then you must live up to this trust." Zhuge Yu stopped his movements and said seriously: "Things have their own priorities, and having many government affairs is not an excuse for me to hold you back."
"So Ayu wants me to get started as soon as possible so that you can go on business with His Majesty and find a better position?" Fang Zilan looked calm and took the top document.
Zhuge Yu clasped her restless wrist through his sleeves, "It's good that Sister Lan knows, don't cause trouble."
"Really?" Fang Zilan did not break away from his hand, but lightly tapped the document she was holding down with her fingers, "Ayu, this is last month's report, you put it in the wrong place."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yuwu loosened his hand and took out the document that was under Fang Zilan's hand. He held the document in his hand and composed himself, speechless for a long time.
Fang Zilan looked at the document he was holding tightly. The thin wrinkles spread from the place where his palm exerted force. The wrinkled texture concealed twists and turns of his mind. She said with determination, "A Yu, there is something on your mind."
Zhuge Yu remained silent and did not speak. Fang Zilan reached out and grabbed the other corner of the document, "If you don't want to tell, you might as well let me guess."
She looked as if nothing had happened and used her hands secretly, "Your Majesty doesn't want to see me participate in the New Year's social drama, right?"
Zhuge Yu's fingers loosened a little, and the document fell into her hand, with obvious finger marks on it.
Fang Zilan's fingers stroked the creases, and with a little force she stretched the paper, and the folds became lighter. "In the New Year's social drama, I will not lose anyone's face. Even if I pretend to be a monster, I will always be the best." The one and only one.”
Zhuge Yu's expression relaxed a little, "It's not that I don't believe you. But Sister Lan, you also need to know that this matter is not a child's play. The nine princes were awarded the title in front of everyone in the court, but you were awarded the title of Duke of Yue. Only His Majesty's imperial edict is known to the world. Despite His Majesty's eloquent words, there are rumors in the capital that you have been criticized. Why do you need to act in a social drama with the dignity of a minister and make people laugh? Your Majesty intends to ask you to escort you during the spring hunting. As you cross the country The public’s first public appearance shocked the world.”
"If someone deliberately humiliates me, even if I don't participate in the social drama, there are still other traps waiting for me, which I can't avoid." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who is behind the scenes? No one is talking about it? How others talk about it, I I can’t control it. What’s more, it was the same when I was granted the title of Duke of the Northern Kingdom and went to the north. It was just a piece of edict. I’m used to it and I don’t care.”
"Sister Lan said this, but she still holds a grudge?" Zhuge Yu frowned slightly as if he was dissatisfied, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "Your Majesty, I can't thank you enough for your kindness, so how dare I hold a grudge? To me, these false gifts are nothing. It doesn’t matter, as long as we hold real power, that’s enough.”
"Do you have real power?" Zhuge Yu repeated this sentence in a low voice without saying more.
