Fang Xu had a smile on his lips and a cold look in his eyes, "You think I don't dare?"
The War King looked up and laughed as if he heard some joke, "Fang Xu, Fang Xu, you are not talking big words like that."
"I am a relative of the emperor. You are a woman. Do you think you have the power to reach heaven?"
Fang Xu looked at her with a smile, and slowly tightened his grip on the long knife.
The next moment, her wrist flew, and the blade followed her force and slashed towards the man's shoulder.
"Hiss!" The war king was in pain and raised his hands to cover his shoulders. His eyes were full of disbelief, "Fang Xu! How dare you!"
"Why shouldn't I dare?" Fang Xu held up a long knife, with blood dripping from the tip. "You think you have power and are arrogant. How do you know that you have nothing to do but fall into the hands of others?"
"Okay, very good." The King of War covered his wound, his eyes gradually becoming crazy, "I haven't been treated like this for a long time, Fang Xu, just wait for me!"
"I will be waiting for you at the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion." Fang Xu lowered his arms and looked at him sarcastically, "I would like to advise you, please keep a tightrope in your work so that we can meet you in the future."
Fang Xu raised his eyebrows, "Don't let me say anything I shouldn't say again."
The War King stared at her, his anger making him forget the pain of the wound, "Are you trying to provoke me with your life?"
"So what?" Fang Xu raised his lips, "If I choose to die and die together, I will be forced to this point by the prince."
"Su Zi." Fang Xu turned his face and said softly, "Hel my sister up."
"Yes." Su Zi walked around the King of War, stepped forward quickly, and helped Fang Lan's arm, "Master Lan, are you okay?"
Fang Lan shook his head and stood up with Su Zi's strength. He walked staggeringly to the little round face and raised his hand to help her, "Jia'er, are you hurt?"
The little round face covered her stomach. Although she was in pain and covered with sweat, she still remembered the inferiority of master and servant. She struggled to get up and forced a smile, "Madam, don't worry about me, slave. I have strong skin and can withstand beatings!" "
"It's hard for you to follow me." Fang Lan held her hand with a firm look, "Don't worry, I will never wrong you in the future."
The eyes of the little round face turned red, and he shook his head silently.
"Master Lan, the carriage of our Marquis Mansion is outside. I will take you out here." Su Zi held Fang Lan's hand and persuaded softly, "There is a doctor in the mansion, and nothing will happen to Sister Jia'er."
Fang Lan nodded and said softly, "Let's go."
"stop."
The King of War suddenly spoke out, looking Fang Lan up and down, "I look at you from head to toe and you look very familiar. They should all belong to the palace. Since they belong to me, how can there be any reason for you to take them away for nothing?"
The King of War sneered, "You can only leave my Prince of War's palace after taking off this outfit!"
Fang Lan raised his head with cold eyes, "Your Majesty, you want me to take off my clothes in public?"
"Isn't it possible?" King Zhan raised his eyebrows with a teasing look on his face, "You are also a married woman, so why should you care about propriety, justice and shame?"
"you!"
"Your Majesty, what you said is really beautiful."
Fang Xu interrupted the two of them with words, without any wavering in his eyes, "We can't bear this dirty world. Su Zi, bring me the clothes I prepared and take my sister back to the house to change into them."
"Yes!" Su Zi raised his chin, walked past the King of War in a high-profile manner, walked straight out of the yard, and after a moment, took back a black package.
"Master Lan, these are the clothes that Madam specially prepared for you. The material was rewarded by the Queen. It is top-notch Yun brocade!" Su Zi pointed out, "Your identity is displayed here. Wear those shabby linen materials and scratch them." What can I do about my skin?”
When Fang Xu heard this, he felt funny in his heart.
When it comes to venomous tongues, no one can beat this little girl of hers.
Although the King of War could not afford to give away Yun brocade materials, the ones he could give away were considered to be of the highest quality, but Su Zi actually said that they were useless.
War King's face was ashen and he looked at Fang Lan steadily.
Fang Lan didn't change his expression, took the clothes, went back into the house and changed before coming out.
Yun Jin fell down, as if covered with sunset glow. Fang Lan had not applied makeup, her face was plain, the beaded hairpin on her head had been removed, and the pinch marks on her neck were particularly obvious.
"May I ask, Your Majesty, can I leave now?" Fang Lan raised his eyes, his eyes indescribably cold.
Looking at Fang Lan's almond-shaped eyes, the previous admiration was replaced by coldness, and the war king's heart felt pain for no reason, as if he had lost something most important.
"You can leave, but she can't leave." The King of War let go of his hand and let the wound bleed. His face turned pale and he pointed at the round face and said, "I remember that Jia'er is a maid in the palace."
Fang Lan frowned and said slowly, "Jia'er is my personal maid, so naturally I want to take her away."
The King of War curled his lips, "It's a pity that you have a deep love between master and servant. Her contract of sale is in the palace, written in black and white. How can you deny it?"
"Oh, this yard is really lively!" Lin Sheng walked over with small steps, holding a bright yellow object in his hand, with a smile on his face.
"It's you again?" The War King recognized him and subconsciously frowned, "What are you doing here! Are all the people at the door dead? Why didn't anyone notify you!"
"My lord, calm down, anger is very harmful to your health." Lin Sheng smiled and raised his hand and waved, "We are here because we have something important to do."
Lin Sheng cleared his throat and unfolded the bright yellow thing, "Fang Lan, daughter of the Fang family, listen to the order!"
Fang Lan stepped forward and slowly knelt down, followed by others kneeling behind him.
The War King clenched his molars, feeling something bad in his heart.
"Prince Zhan, seeing the imperial edict is like seeing the holy face, do you dare not to kneel down?" Lin Sheng held up the imperial edict and asked with a smile, "We have a lot of mouths. Your Majesty, please don't let your servants see anything."
In the first thirty years of War King's life, he had not suffered as many grievances as he did today.
Listening to Lin Sheng's threatening words of comfort, the war king's forehead was throbbing with veins. After much thought, he bent his knees and knelt down.
"That's right!" Lin Sheng's smile widened and his voice was high-pitched, "Fang Lan, the eldest daughter of the Fang family, has been married to the King of War for more than ten years. I heard that their relationship has broken down, and I don't want to see each other have a grudge. I allow them to reconcile. Li, don’t cause any more trouble.”
"The queen heard that her maid Jia'er served her master with meritorious service and was loyal and dedicated. She was given a special reward to be freed from slavery, given her master's family name, and regained her freedom."
Fang Lan was shaken, her eyes were moist, and her voice was choked with sobs, "Fang, thank you Lord for your kindness!"
The little round-faced man didn't expect that there was something of his own to do here, and his heart that had turned to despair rekindled again, and he kowtowed to the ground vigorously, "I thank you, Your Majesty, and I thank you, the Queen!"
Lin Sheng put away the imperial edict, and the smile on his face was a little more sincere, "You should quickly accept the edict, take Jia'er to get the deed of prostitution, and give her a new life."
Fang Lan raised his hands and shouted loudly, "Fang received the order!"
The imperial edict was handed over to Fang Lan. Blood oozed from her round face and forehead. Regardless of the pain in her lower abdomen, she got up and supported Fang Lan, "Madam, get up quickly."
Fang Lan stood up quietly, her eyes sparkling, she grabbed the round-faced hand and murmured, "That's great...that's great Jia'er..."
Lin Sheng glanced at the King of War out of the corner of his eye and grinned, "Oh, my lord, you look so bad, but are you feeling unwell?"
