"That's right." Fang Zilan looked at Murong Xun and wrote lightly: "The prince seems to be in a peaceful mood and seems not to be affected by the festival at all."
"I'm just used to it." The corners of Murong Xun's lips curved up, with an unspeakable bitterness in his smile, "Tomorrow, Qing'er will arrive in Lincheng."
Fang Zilan put her hand on the table and said thoughtfully: "My lord, do you have something to say to me?"
"Yes." Murong Xun nodded and said, "The dog is weak and has to stay away from his homeland at a young age. I..."
He didn't say any more. Seeing this, the deputy general on the side withdrew all the people accompanying him at the banquet with a wink. For a moment, only Fang Zilan was left sitting at the banquet.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is only entering the capital as a hostage, no one will embarrass him." Fang Zilan said politely, Murong Xun looked at her steadily, "Master Fang, are you serious about this?"
"My Majesty has no intention of allowing Miluo's relatives to enter the country as hostages. This is your Miluo monarch's idea." Fang Zilan said softly: "In that case, why do we, the capital, seek trouble for ourselves and embarrass the crown prince?"
"I believe that your country is benevolent and will not treat dogs harshly, but..." Murong Xun hesitated for a moment, and Fang Zilan tapped her fingers on the table, "Your Majesty, I can't guarantee what will happen in the future, but the prince is at least safe in the capital. Yu, I think you know this better than anyone else."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Murong Xun said anything, the lieutenant beside him already called Master Fang in displeasure.
Fang Zilan curled her lips and stopped moving her fingers. She folded her hands in front of her in an upright manner and said, "My lord, you are a very well-behaved general. I will give you this face, but there will be no next time."
Murong Xun coughed lightly and said, "Miluo has strict rules. I hope Master Fang can forgive me."
"Your Majesty, I have said everything that needs to be said. If you still have doubts, I can't help you." After speaking, Fang Zilan slowly stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you for your hospitality today, Your Majesty. I'm a little tired, so I'll take my leave first."
"Master Fang, wait a minute." Murong Xun ignored the rules and walked up to Fang Zilan suddenly, "I invite Master Fang to come here today. Actually, I have something to ask for."
"Do you have something to ask of me?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep, and Murong Xun said with a solemn salute: "Please accept your request, Mr. Fang."
Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves slowly, "Your Majesty, please tell me. What do you want me to ask you for?"
"I have two things to ask for." Murong Xun said solemnly: "First, when I am in the capital, I will let the dog follow the local customs and follow the etiquette and rules of the capital. Please ask Mr. Fang for help, and do not let anyone use Miluo as a courtesy. The etiquette and rules are strict with Quanzi. Secondly, no matter what happens in the future, I want to ask Mr. Fang to save Quanzi's life."
Fang Zilan thought over Murong Xun's words in her mind, and was quite amused: "First, the prince is of noble birth, and he must be a person who observes etiquette and etiquette. Second, our capital is a well-connected government, and it is not a land of tigers and wolves, so where can the prince come from?" This statement?"
"Lord Fang, you don't know. Qing'er has a wife who was given a marriage by the late emperor. This lady has always treated her with great courtesy. She will accompany her to the capital this time, so I have this request." Murong Xun lowered his head slightly and said sarcastically. Said: "Qing'er's health is not good, some rules are really frustrating, I..."
Fang Zilan looked at Murong Xun, who was still worried about his son with an embarrassed face but his temples were turning white, and couldn't bear to refuse. Without the title of Miluo God of War, he is just an ordinary father.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. I will inform your majesty of the rules and regulations. Whether it's from Dajing or Miluo, I'll try my best to save the crown prince as much as possible." Fang Zilan said frankly: "As for the crown prince's safety, I might as well go with him. The prince opened the sky window and spoke frankly. If something goes wrong with the prince in our capital, there is no guarantee that Miluo will not use this as an excuse to make enemies with the capital, or even send troops to invade. In this way, even if the prince does not say anything, Someone will protect the prince’s safety.”
"Master Fang misunderstood me." Murong Xun said seriously every word: "What I ask for is that Master Fang save Qing'er's life, not others."
"Please ask me?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "As the Duke of the Kingdom of Yue, I will not take orders from anyone except my Majesty. Even if it is a request, the prince has crossed the line."
"I know, but in the capital, apart from Master Fang, I really don't know who else I can entrust Qing'er to." Murong Xun showed a slightly anxious look on his face, "Master Fang, this is my deputy general Meng Tingyang, I will let him Protect my son personally and won’t cause trouble to Mr. Fang. But after all, I am beyond my reach of Dajing. If anything happens, I am really afraid of Qing’er as a child..."
His voice was tainted with a hint of bitterness, and he finally said: "As long as Mr. Fang is willing to agree to these two requests of mine, I will never give up."
"I will give up even if I die, what does it have to do with me?" Fang Zilan curled her lips and smiled coldly, "My lord, you asked the wrong person."
"Master Fang, my prince has said this, if you still refuse to agree..." As soon as the deputy general named Meng Tingyang started to speak, he was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "Why, if I refuse to agree, what are you going to do to me? "
"Tingyang, don't be rude." Murong Xun bowed and said, "How do you want Mr. Fang to agree to it? You might as well just tell him."
"Is it okay to do whatever I want?" Fang Zilan said nonchalantly: "Even if I ask the prince to kill the king of your country, is it okay?"
"Presumptuous!" Meng Tingyang took a step forward. Fang Zilan didn't even look at him. She just said to the pale Murong Xun: "My lord, if you don't do anything and let things happen, you will not only get nothing in the end, but you will also lose everything." .”
Murong Xun's pupils trembled, and he suddenly said: "As long as it does not violate the kindness and righteousness, I am willing to promise to do something for Mr. Fang, no matter the cost."
Fang Zilan didn't expect him to say this, and was silent for a long time, "Why me?"
"Fighting against Mr. Fang shows your high righteousness." Murong Xun still maintained his saluting posture, "Only by entrusting Qing'er to Mr. Fang can I feel at ease."
"Forgive me for not being able to promise the prince." Fang Zilan watched helplessly as the figure in front of him swayed, and said without any emotion: "But I can promise that as long as I am in the capital, I will do my best to protect the prince. "
"With Lord Fang's words, I feel at ease." Murong Xun expressed joy, "As long as Lord Fang opens his mouth in the future, I will definitely complete one thing for Lord Fang."
Fang Zilan was noncommittal and did not fully believe Murong Xun's words, so she saw him pointing to the sky and the earth: "I, Murong Xun, swear an oath here today. If you break this promise, you will not die a good death."
After speaking, he took out a jade cicada from his arms and handed it to Fang Zilan with both hands. "This is a token. Please keep it, Mr. Fang."
Fang Zilan hesitated for a while, finally took it, returned the gift solemnly, and then left.
Early the next morning, Fang Zilan had breakfast and met Murong Qing, the crown prince of Zhongzheng Prince, who was in the dust, and his wife Tao Zhiwei.
Murong Qing was only eleven years old, with slender eyebrows and delicate eyes, fair skin and a thin figure. He looked like a child who had not yet grown up, but he did not have the liveliness and childishness of a child, but instead exuded a bitter and sick air. .
Tao Zhiwei was only eighteen years old. She was beautiful and elegant, and her every move reflected the nobility of a lady. She was the noble daughter of the Tao family in Miluo.
Fang Zilan looked at the two people who looked like siblings. After receiving the gift, she took the roster and sent someone to check them one by one to confirm the identities of Miluo's entourage.
