"Yes." Awan came closer to Fang Zilan, "With so many invitations, if you accept them all, how can your body cope with the daily social activities? I'm afraid that after the first month of the year, you will have to take a rest for another month."
"Xiu Mu?" Fang Zilan said angrily: "Not long after I took a break, Mr. Yang came to the door with Mr. Wu. After the first month, there will be new officials in the government office, and they are very busy, so what? Hugh Mu?"
Awan let out a long sigh, "Then it shouldn't be a big deal if you reject a few people you're not familiar with, right?"
"Rejection is for sure." Fang Zilan looked at the mountain of invitations with sadness, "With my body and strength, it would be great if I could handle the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. The other houses, except the Zhuge family, Except for the Wei family, the Ouyang family, and the Fang family, they all rejected it."
Hearing this, Awan dug out the invitations from these families from a pile of invitations. After reading them, he frowned and said, "The date of the Zhuge family's banquet is connected with ours. It is on the fourth day of the lunar month. The Wei family's The day is also very close, it’s the seventh day of the lunar month.”
"Even if I go, it's just a formality. It doesn't matter if the days are piled up." Fang Zilan took the invitation from Awan and put it away properly, "Ayu and I have friends, and Master Wei is in Qi Luo Cheng has been a life-saver to me, and I promised to help with Zirou's matter, so I have to go there to save her face, and I can't shirk it."
"What about the Fang family?" Awan looked a little uneasy, "The third lady of the Fang family said she has the same name as you, but you know best what's going on. Who knows what the Fang family's intentions are for making such a move?"
"No matter what the Fang family's intentions are, I will go." Fang Zilan looked tired, "There are some things that you can't hide from. Only when I go can I know what the Fang family is going to do."
Awan's expression became a little more solemn, "So you went to Fang's house to investigate the current third lady?"
Fang Zilan hummed. She didn't want Awan to know too much, lest someone in the ghost sect would find out and cause trouble to Awanping in the future, so she just let Awan misunderstand it.
"Since you've made up your mind, it's useless for me to say more." Awan stood up and said, "It's getting late, you should rest early."
After Awan left, Fang Zilan took out the document Xiao Xuan'er gave her from her sleeve and put it together with the one sent by Xue Haoyu before.
For some reason, she always felt that this matter was not simple. Even if the Ministry of Rites did not deal with her, they did not dare to make a fuss about the year-end festival. After all, if something goes wrong, the official position of the Minister of Rites will not be saved, and whether his wealth and life can be saved is another matter.
Could it be that the Minister of Rites had calculated that because the year-end festival was related to the fate of the country, she would swallow her anger and not raise an issue?
But rabbits can bite when they are anxious. The Ministry of Etiquette has been targeting her for more than a year. Do you really think she has a good temper?
She won't say anything tomorrow, but after the New Year is over...
Fang Zilan's expression was gloomy and unclear. It was her first time to participate in the year-end festival, and she didn't know what it would be like. Let's wait until tomorrow.
*
The next day was New Year's Eve. Fang Zilan didn't sleep well at night, but she fell asleep for a while after dawn. Awan came in and shouted several times before pulling her out of the quilt.
A Wan was dressing Fang Zilan in court clothes while saying, "Sir Fang, you are so heartless that you are still confused even now. You must know that today is New Year's Eve, and what you are going to is the year-end festival. If it is late, it will be A huge sin.”
"There's enough time." Fang Zilan yawned with half-closed eyes, "You see Miss Cong is not in a hurry."
On the other side, Cong Rong, who was adjusting Fang Zilan's sleeves, said sarcastically: "Master Fang, I'm not in a hurry because I'm short-sighted, don't understand anything, and can't prioritize. Unlike Miss Awan, who knows everything. "
"Sometimes, it's useless to be anxious." Fang Zilan's voice was a little hoarse, "It's better to do everything at hand and get it done faster."
A Wan gave Fang Zilan a hard look and said, "It's true that adults are not in a hurry and others are in a hurry. It's just too much for me to worry about."
Cong Rong smiled, looked in the mirror and said, "Okay, Mr. Fang, let's see how it goes."
Fang Zilan steeled herself and said, "It's pretty good." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xiao Xuan'er walking in.
"Master Fang, I'm afraid it's too late to have breakfast at this hour. I made some porridge, you can use some of it." Xiao Xuan'er said, putting the pastries she was holding on the table.
"Miss Lao Xiao." Fang Zilan casually took a piece of cake, "Has Old Cao had breakfast? If not, send him some. The festival is not short, so we can't go hungry."
"Vice General Cao got up much earlier than you, you should worry more about yourself." Awan tidied up the bed, not forgetting to say a few sarcastic words.
Fang Zilan was stopped by A Wan's words, so she immersed herself in eating and drinking, and then heard her say: "Mr. Wen will deliver the medicine later. It won't be too late for you to take the medicine before leaving."
"Okay." Fang Zilan wiped her mouth and waited for Wen Ya to deliver the medicine. After she took it, she went to the altar with Deputy General Cao.
When the two arrived, it was less than three quarters before the start of the festival, so they were relatively late among the officials.
"Boss, your position is in the front, so go over first." Deputy General Cao said to Fang Zilan: "My position is in the back, just stand over."
Fang Zilan was still worried, "Have you remembered everything I told you clearly?"
"Remember." Vice General Cao grinned and said, "Salute more and talk less, boss, don't worry."
"Okay, I'll go over first." Fang Zilan said and walked forward. However, before she could reach her position, she heard a noise from behind.
She looked back and saw a military general pulling Deputy General Cao and talking about something. There were several people surrounding him, all chattering.
"Master Fang." Zhuge Yu, who was not far away, saw this scene and called out to Fang Zilan who was about to walk back, "The festival is about to begin."
"I know." Fang Zilan raised her feet and was about to walk over there. Wei Subaru, who was a few steps away from her, followed, "As long as Mr. Fang is here, there will always be fun to watch."
Fang Zilan looked stern and ignored Wei Subaru's words. She walked over and said, "The festival is about to begin. How can you be so noisy here?"
The general who was holding Vice General Cao let go and saluted: "Master Wei, Master Fang, please tell me clearly. This is my position, but General Cao said it is his. We both have different opinions, so we have to ask Masters from the Ministry of Rites, please come and see who owns this position."
Vice General Cao looked troubled, and Fang Zilan said quietly: "I remember that the document sent by the Ministry of Rites stated that Lao Cao's location is indeed here."
As soon as she said this, the general turned pale, "Master Fang, you..."
"I don't plan to do anything." Fang Zilan interrupted him coldly, "The festival is coming soon, and no one here wants to make the matter a big deal. Since all the adults from the Ministry of Rites are here, we might as well explain clearly what is going on? "
