After Fang Zilan returned to Beijing, she stayed in seclusion and rested for several days. Except for Li Shengxuan's imperial edict of conferring a reward, nothing else could enter her house. Even the greeting card sent by Zhuge Yu was returned intact by her.
On this day, Deputy General Awan Fucao was practicing walking step by step in the courtyard. Fang Zilan and Mo Han were sitting beside them, drinking tea, eating melon seeds, and doing embroidery with Cong Rong, a scene of quiet time.
"Miss Awan, you don't have to hold me up like this, I still have one leg." Deputy General Cao touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and Awan said helplessly: "Let me think about it, who secretly went to the ground yesterday and was killed Did you trip over the threshold and hurt your arm?"
"No injuries from the fall." Vice General Cao said sarcastically, "It's just a scratch on the skin, it's not a big deal."
"Isn't it a big deal? When you fall out, Mr. Fang of your family will have to fight with me." Awan said and glared at Fang Zilan who was leisurely leisurely. "Mr. Fang, what are you planning to do? What time?"
"Isn't the Double Ninth Festival coming soon?" Fang Zilan threw the melon seed peels away, stretched and said: "After the Double Ninth Festival, I will go back to the government office to work."
"Sister Lan, melon seed peel." Mo Hanyan reminded concisely and concisely: "The yard that Aunt Wu and the others worked so hard to clean..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Zilan neatly picked up the melon seed peels on the ground and said, "I understand, Butler Mo Han."
Her pronunciation was not straight, so Mo Han smiled and returned to the topic: "Sister Lan, you want to wait until the Double Ninth Festival has passed before returning to the government office?"
"Yes." Fang Zilan changed into a comfortable position and sat down, "His Majesty's imperial decree also said that I should have a good rest. This is what he promised me, to rest and recuperate after returning to the capital."
"Boss, speaking of this reward..." Vice General Cao interrupted, but did not continue.
Fang Zilan was heartbroken, "Old Cao, you worked so hard and even broke a leg. If your majesty doesn't reward you, who will reward you? As for me, I'm already the Duke of Yue. I'm almost at my peak. How else can I reward you? That's all. Bar."
Mo Han took a sip of tea and said, "Sister Lan, since she knows it in her heart, why has she stayed in seclusion these days?"
"The people I want to see are all in this courtyard." Fang Zilan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretched out his whole body, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Others, just out of sight."
"It's just the others." Awan stopped and raised his hand to wipe his sweat, "You didn't even see Mr. Zhuge. What's going on? When you were in Qiluo City before, you didn't even talk to Mr. Zhuge. …”
As she spoke, she saw a silk handkerchief thrown towards her. Fang Zilan, who threw the silk handkerchief, wrote lightly: "If you don't want to see me, I'll see you there. How come there are so many reasons."
"Master Fang, did you quarrel with Mr. Zhuge?" Cong Rong raised her head from her embroidery and asked cautiously.
"Nothing." Fang Zilan yawned and changed the topic, "You and Mo Han have been in Beijing these days, no one has made things difficult for you, right?"
Cong Rong thought for a while and then slowly said: "I have nothing to do, but Mr. Mo. The Queen Mother wanted him to enter the palace before, but Her Majesty blocked him."
"What did the Queen Mother ask Young Master Mo to do?" Awan couldn't help but asked curiously: "And Your Majesty, why did you help?"
Fang Zilan took time to calm down and said: "The Empress Dowager invites Mo Han. It's probably the Empress Dowager's intention. She definitely doesn't have any good intentions. Naturally, she just hides when she can. As for Your Majesty, I worked for him in Qiluo City, and he is not allowed to help me kill people." Are you optimistic?"
"That's right." Awan nodded thoughtfully, shook the silk handkerchief around, and said in a different voice: "It's almost Double Ninth Festival, why are there no signs of chrysanthemums in our courtyard?"
"It was already summer when I planted them, and I didn't expect them to bloom." Fang Zilan said, "It's good to be alive. We'll see next year. Let's enjoy the chrysanthemums outside during the Double Ninth Festival this year."
"Outside?" Awan frowned slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the housekeeper walking in quickly, "Master Fang, someone from the palace has sent a flower note."
"What kind of floral note do you want to send during the Double Ninth Festival?" Fang Zilan sat up straight and waved: "Bring it to me and see."
The housekeeper hurriedly handed over the flower note and explained: "Someone from the palace said that because this year was not going well, the two elders, the Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother, invited themselves to go to the temple outside Beijing to pray for the Double Ninth Festival. Please pray for blessings, we will set off tomorrow."
"Your Majesty means that there will be a banquet to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival?" Fang Zilan scanned the content on the floral note at a glance, and the housekeeper nodded and said: "This is what the people in the palace conveyed. After all, the frontline war was tense during the Mid-Autumn Festival a while ago. All the celebrations in Beijing have stopped. Now that the world is at peace, we should have a good celebration."
"Okay, I understand." Fang Zilan casually put the flower note on the table, "Go and give a message to the people in the palace, saying that I will be at the banquet on time. Also, you can ask for me, Double Ninth Festival Can relatives be brought to the banquet, and how many people can be brought? Ask them clearly."
"Okay." The steward nodded in agreement, and then heard Fang Zilan say: "Thank you for your hard work, please don't forget to give me the reward."
After the housekeeper left, Awan helped Vice General Cao sit over and said, "In previous years, the Double Ninth Festival has never been held with such great fanfare. Even the palace banquet was very simple."
Fang Zilan picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, and said happily: "It's great to have festivals to celebrate, banquets to eat, fun to play and rewards to do, what to do with all that."
"I find that you are really big-hearted now." Awan fished out a melon seed, and Fang Zilan smiled, "If you go to hell a few more times, I guarantee that your heart will be bigger than mine."
A Wan shook her head and said: "Who can compare with you..."
"Eat less melon seeds, it's easy to get angry." Fang Zilan said, putting Awan's tea cup into her hand, "Drink tea. And you, Lao Cao, too, drink more tea."
"Boss, I'll do it myself." Vice General Cao poured several cups of tea in succession. Mo Han poured tea and water for him and said, "Vice General Cao, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."
Vice General Cao put down the tea cup, and before he could speak, he saw the butler hurried in again, "Sir Fang, people from the palace said they can bring their relatives, but they can't bring more than six relatives and followers."
"I understand." Fang Zilan responded, and the housekeeper said again: "Master Fang is here, do you want to invite him in?"
"Mr. Fang?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Mr. Fang Lihui? Please invite him in."
After a while, the housekeeper came with Fang Lihui. When Fang Lihui saw Fang Zilan, he was about to salute when she stopped him, "Mr. Fang, there is no need to be polite between you and me."
"Since Mr. Fang said so, I won't be polite." Fang Lihui said and sat down on the empty seat gracefully.
After Fang Zilan signaled the housekeeper to step back, she asked, "Young Master Fang came here today. Why do you know why?"
Fang Lihui coughed lightly and said, "I'm ashamed to say that I came here today just for this year's money."
"Tell me, how long do you want my grace this time?" Fang Zilan looked like he was very talkative. Fang Lihui pursed his lips and said pitifully: "Can two years be enough?"
Hearing this, Awan choked on his tea and coughed several times, "Mr. Fang, are you going too far?"
