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."
"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in a hurry?" Mo Yang suppressed a smile and flicked the dagger in his hand in a leisurely manner. The blood beads on it fell to the ground with his movement, and his eyes were as bright as new in a blink of an eye.
"I can let you go, but there are conditions." He said solemnly: "Aside from the people I detained, are there anyone you know in this restaurant now?"
As he spoke, he pointed the dagger in his hand at everyone in the lobby one by one, and paused every time he pointed at someone.
Fang Zilan on the side was holding Awan tightly while observing the situation secretly, and then realized something was wrong. I don't know when the door of the restaurant was closed, but not only did no one present move, there was not even a trace of fear or panic.
No wonder she had a vague feeling that something was wrong when the pirate rolled down the stairs just now. There was clearly more than one table of them in the restaurant, but the people at the other tables seemed not to notice this change, and turned a deaf ear to it almost numbly.
It seems that all of this is premeditated. Zhang Ji sets up a trap and invites you to enter the urn.
Thinking of this, Fang Zilan looked steadily at Mo Yang, who was standing in the center of the lobby, and saw his dagger stopped just in front of her, the tip of the sword shimmering with silver light, and it was chilling.
The dagger stopped in front of Fang Zilan for a while, with no intention of moving away. Seeing this, the pirate understood what was happening, pointed at her with a wink, and shouted, "Yes, that's her! I know her..."
"What do you know?" Awan couldn't help but interrupted the pirate's words, and raised her voice: "When did there be a female pirate, and I didn't know about it?"
"This girl, the person involved has not spoken, why are you complaining for her?" Mo Yang looked at Awan quite amusedly, suspicion clearly visible in his eyes, "There are no female pirates, but there are female pirates. Maybe, she is Where is the person who tipped off the pirates?"
"Where's the evidence?" Awan showed no sign of weakness and retorted: "Without evidence, you are just slandering me."
"You want evidence?" Mo Yang's lips curled up slightly, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
As he spoke, he turned the dagger in his hand, threw it back, and stabbed the beam next to Vice General Cao, "Just now, I saw with my own eyes that she was secretly communicating with this person, and she was secretly plotting." What..."
Before he finished speaking, Awan's face turned pale, but he still shouted loudly: "You are talking nonsense!"
"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you'll know as soon as you ask." Mo Yang looked directly at Fang Zilan and asked with determination: "Girl, what do you think?"
"Master Mo is indeed not talking nonsense." Fang Zilan nodded innocently, then raised his eyes and glanced at Deputy General Cao and said: "I have met this person just now. However, just because I went the wrong way, bumped into him by mistake, and still talked It’s not a conspiracy.”
Mo Yang coughed lightly, "The girl climbed in through the window. Did she accidentally hit her and go the wrong way?"
"Yes." Fang Zilan looked like it was a matter of course. Mo Yang couldn't help clenching his fists and said in a cold voice: "Girl, I ask you politely, don't be ungrateful."
"Isn't it good?" Fang Zilan chuckled, "Cousin, I just climbed through the window, why are you so mean?"
Hearing the name cousin, Mo Yang couldn't help but frown, his expression getting colder, "Girl, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't identify your relatives randomly. Who is your cousin?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Han subconsciously, and saw that he stepped forward and walked among a few people. Shi Shiran saluted and said: "Third brother, this girl Allan is the daughter of Aunt Qin. Yesterday she came to the house to recognize her relatives. , both parents recognize her."
"Aunt Qin?" Mo Yang raised his eyebrows, "Which Aunt Qin?"
