Fang Zilan let out a long sigh. Huanyan had already planned it. Everyone in the Qingchao class knew about it, but no one stopped him. With such a will to die, and at the cost of risking her life, she actually suspected that she and Ji Ning Tianhang were colluding. She was really a villain.
Awan's nose felt sore, and she subconsciously reached out to grab the person next to her. Only then did she realize that Cong Rong had disappeared at some point, "Where is Sister Cong?"
Cong Rong leaned against the pillars with her back to the hall, her face turned pale, her hands were twisted together tightly, and there were red marks on her face.
As a daughter of the Huan family, she not only knew Huanyan, but also admired her. Especially when she heard that she founded the Qingchao class and settled down, she was even more envious.
Huanyan was everything she longed for, but she could never become Huanyan. For the sake of the so-called grace of saving lives and giving names, do you not care about anything?
No name, no clue, at least I can survive. Since the Huan girls were originally just playthings to please others, then what does it matter about which dynasty we celebrated in the past and present?
Why, must it be today?
"Aren't you going to send her off?" Wen Ya's voice suddenly sounded, as gentle as ever, but it inexplicably annoyed Cong Rong, "We don't agree with each other. Since I have seen her for the last time, I have nothing to give her." ”
Hearing this, Wen Ya hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "Before she died, she said she wanted you to live for yourself."
"Live for yourself?" Cong Rong snorted with disdain, "When will such deceptive words be able to deceive us lonely ghosts?"
She turned her head and stared closely into Wen Ya's eyes, "Wen Ya, ask yourself, do you believe this? We..." She bit her lip sharply and stopped what she said.
"I don't dare to think about living for myself in this life. But..." Wen Ya paused, and the expression on his face suddenly softened a lot, "I risk everything to let Awan live for myself." .”
"It's such a deep relationship between master and apprentice." Cong Rong said with a sneer on her face, "What a pity." She breathed a sigh of relief after saying that, "It's time for me to go back. Fang Zilan and your good apprentice will become suspicious if I delay for too long. "
Wen Ya watched Cong Rong walk away slowly, as if she was trying to escape from something. However, she failed to escape in the end. Looking at the happy faces of people on the stage that were stained with blood, she covered her mouth and cried, her tears falling uncontrollably and blurring her vision.
The longing she once had is now gone. Perhaps, there shouldn't have been any delusions from the beginning. It's already good enough to survive.
"I don't want to."
Three sonorous and powerful words, like a beam of light breaking through the darkness.
The Fang Zilan in her memory was kneeling upright in front of the Fang's ancestral hall, speaking confidently and confidently. She looked like just a little girl, but she had indescribable power.
"My grandma cannot enter the Fang ancestral hall today. I will need you to invite her in tomorrow. All of you think that I am just a concubine of the prime minister's house, but I, Fang Zilan, will never accept my fate in this life. One day, I will definitely let you all Kneel at my feet.”
Is that so? She always thought that Fang Zilan's desperate efforts were just for Ji Ningtian, but now that she thought of this episode, she realized that her original intention was actually herself.
It was not easy for women in ancient times. Fang Zilan's mother had a bad background, so she was looked down upon by everyone in the Fang family, but who could choose her background?
Fang Zilan went around asking people for help, but she still couldn't let her mother, who died trying to save her, enter the Fang family ancestral hall. In the end, it was just a thin-skinned coffin and she was buried in an unknown mass grave.
She struggled, but no one paid any attention to her.
Fang Chongzheng's silence, Fang Ziqin's admonishment, and Fang Zitong's ridicule, everyone just wanted her to behave herself.
She is just a concubine of the prime minister's house, but it will be a big deal if she marries a high-ranking family member in the future.
But she refused to accept her fate. She personally rejected the marriage chosen by Fang Chongzheng for her in front of Fang's ancestral hall, and even said she would never marry in this life.
Thinking about it this way, Ji Ningtian was not unkind. With his status, he should have married a former princess like Wu Qing, but he didn't.
He didn't marry, and she didn't want to marry. From the beginning, fate had deviated from its original track and headed towards a future that no one could predict.
She came through time and space, and it turned from an unexplained accident into a desperate necessity.
She had been at a loss many times, and had been uneasy after her midnight dreams. However, until this moment, she was so groggy in her dreams that she finally found the real reason.
No matter who she is, even if she is accused of all kinds of falsehoods, even if it is just an excuse, she will insist on going on. This is the meaning of her existence.
"Fang Zilan!" A Wan called persistently again and again. For a whole hour, she didn't even know whether this method would work. Even Deputy General Cao didn't agree to call her on his behalf.
Seven days have passed since Fang Zilan fell into coma and she gave her injections and medicines. She was holding on to the time. If she didn't wake up today, she was afraid she would never wake up again.
Awan still remembered that the master had used this method back then, and half-jokingly said that at this time, she could only do her best to obey fate and see if she could bring people back from hell.
At that time, she was disgusted that her master, as a doctor, believed this statement. However, her master did save Fang Zilan's life that day.
Now that times have changed, she knows that she does not have the skills of her master, but she still does her best, and now she can only listen to fate.
"Fang Zilan!" Awan felt that her throat was astringent and her voice was already a bit hoarse, but she didn't even bother to drink water, for fear that Fang Zilan wouldn't wake up if she shouted less.
She stared at the person on the bed without blinking, her voice was not as clear and crisp as before, and there was an unspeakable uneasiness in her voice.
"Little Awan..." The voice was so angry that Awan couldn't believe her ears, "Fang Zilan!"
She reached out and put her hand on Fang Zilan's wrist. The moment she felt her pulse, her anxious heart finally settled into her stomach, "Are you awake?"
"You've been calling for so long, how come I...can't bear to wake up?" Fang Zilan said intermittently, feeling that her eyelids were extremely heavy, and it took a lot of effort to barely open her eyes.
In the mist, she could only see an outline against the light, but she knew it was Awan who had brought her back from hell.
"You can wake up, which means that the poison is not as overbearing as the poison in your body, and it has been swallowed up by it. But your body is extremely weak these days, so you must be extra careful." Awan gently held Fang Zilan's wrist and leaned towards her He came closer and whispered: "You have been in a coma for seven days. People from the Fang family and Ouyang family arrived yesterday. I have temporarily arranged for them to live in the post house, but I can't stop them from coming to see you, and I can't stop them. I can only do it for you. I promise, as long as I am here, I will heal you and help you survive."
