"Is it rude? Arrogant?" Fang Zilan took a step forward every time he said a word, and the young masters from aristocratic families took a step back accordingly.
When there was no way to retreat, the leader boldly asked: "Master Fang, what are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically: "When the foreign enemies came, why didn't a few young masters come forward? Now when we face a weak and immature child, we are shouting and killing. I don't know why? "
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the pale expressions of the young masters from the aristocratic families across from her, and said sternly: "Why are you still standing here? You are waiting for me to drag you around the capital and ask questions from door to door to see who has taught you such a good thing. A rude person?"
Before she finished speaking, the people in front of her dispersed. She snorted coldly, turned to look at Murong Qing, who was lying in the snow, covered in mud, and asked, "Is the prince okay?"
"It's okay." Murong Qing struggled to sit up, nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your help."
"I just couldn't stand it and said a few more words." Fang Zilan walked to Murong Qing, but saw that his face was pale, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he looked like he was in pain.
Fang Zilan leaned down and stretched out his hand, "The prince is injured?"
"It's nothing." Murong Qing did not accept her kindness and tried to stand up with his hands on the ground. However, he fell back down again after less than half of raising his upper body.
Fang Zilan looked at Murong Qing helplessly, squatted down and turned her back to him, "Come up."
"How does this make..." Murong Qing's voice was a little more panicked, Fang Zilan looked back at him, "Then let Mo Han carry you?"
Murong Qing looked up at Mo Han who was standing aside. After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his hand and climbed onto Fang Zilan's shoulder.
Fang Zilan helped Murong Qing and stood up after making sure he hugged him tightly. Only then did she realize that he was much lighter than she expected, not at all the weight a child of his age should weigh.
There was a little more pity in her heart, and she couldn't help but tighten her hands. Then she looked at the little novice monk who had been standing in the corner for a long time and said, "Little master, the play is over. Could you please help me find a side room to see how the prince's injury is?"
The young novice nodded hurriedly, "Everyone, please follow me."
As Fang Zilan walked, she asked Murong Qing behind her: "Why is there no one following the prince when he comes to Baiye Temple?"
"General Meng and a few servants accompanied his wife to chant sutras." Murong Qing said obediently: "I felt bored, so I quietly came out to get some air. Who would have thought..."
He didn't say any more, but Fang Zilan understood in her heart, "It would be better for the prince not to be alone in the future."
"I understand." Murong Qing leaned on Fang Zilan's shoulder and said apologetically: "Master Fang, please put me down."
"It won't take long." Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the young novice monk also said quickly: "There is a wing in front."
After several people walked into the side room, Fang Zilan put Murong Qing on the couch and said to the little novice monk: "I would like to ask my little master to do another favor and find the Crown Prince's wife and General Meng."
"Amitabha, you're welcome, Master Fang." The little novice monk saluted, "I'll go right away."
After the young novice monk left, Murong Qing pursed his lips and said, "If Mr. Fang has other matters, you may as well leave first. I'll wait here for them to come over. Everything will be fine."
Fang Zilan looked at Murong Qing steadily for a while, then suddenly said: "I'm sorry."
Before Murong Qing could react, he saw Fang Zilan approaching. He subconsciously moved his body back, opened his eyes wide and said, "Master Fang..."
Seeing this, Mo Han shook his head and stopped Fang Zilan's movements, "Sister Lan, I'll do it."
Fang Zilan stepped aside calmly, and Mo Han said warmly: "It may hurt a little, please bear with it, Your Majesty."
Murong Qing bit her lips tightly and allowed Mo Han to untie his cloak, take off his shoes and socks, and lift up the trousers to reveal the injury on his leg.
The large bruises and bleeding scratches were shocking against the white skin.
Mo Han took a breath of cold air, and Fang Zilan's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist. Murong Qing comforted him: "My skin is thin, and any bump or injury will only appear serious. In fact, it's nothing. I'll be fine after a while." .”
Fang Zilan remained silent and just handed Mo Han a thin white porcelain bottle. After he took it, he began to apply medicine to Murong Qing.
"Your Majesty is still young and has a weak constitution. It is better to avoid unnecessary injuries if possible." Mo Han's movements were very gentle, but Murong Qing held on to the thin cushion on the couch and tried to keep his tone normal and said: "Thank you, Mr. Mo. , I will pay more attention."
Fang Zilan stood with her arms folded and stood watching. Murong Qing was originally thin and had a sickly pale complexion. But now at close range, even the blood vessels under the skin could be seen clearly. Although he is still young, the delicate appearance of Miluo Mu can be vaguely seen between his brows and eyes.
Such a well-born sickly child can indeed easily arouse people's sympathy and protective desire.
Fang Zilan thought about this and was about to look away when she saw the door to the wing was pushed open.
Meng Tingyang strode in and knelt in front of the bed, "The end will come later. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Fang Zilan glanced at Meng Tingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, and Tao Zhiwei, who was looking shocked at the door, and said sternly: "Since Madam Prince and General Meng are here, Mo Han and I will not disturb them any more."
"Thank you for today, Mr. Fang." Meng Tingyang bowed respectfully, Fang Zilan waved her hand and left with Mo Han.
The little novice monk was outside the wing. After the two came out, he sent them to the front mountain.
When passing the place where the dispute had just occurred, the little novice monk noticed with sharp eyes a piece of jade pendant dropped on the ground. He walked over and picked it up, turned it over and looked at it carefully, and said, "This is the jade pendant of Crown Prince Zhongzheng."
Fang Zilan calmed down and said: "I guess it was accidentally dropped when the prince fell down. Fortunately, the prince is still in the temple. It won't be troublesome to send him there later."
"Master Fang is right." The little novice monk nodded. Just as he was about to put the jade pendant away, he saw Fang Zilan coming over. "Little master, wait a minute. Can I take a look at this jade pendant?"
"Master Fang, please." The little novice monk handed the jade pendant to Fang Zilan. After she looked at it, she thought: "Little master, can I return this jade pendant to the prince?"
The little novice monk smiled slightly and said, "Master Fang is willing to help, I am very grateful."
"Young master's words are serious." Fang Zilan smiled, "Then young master, go and do your own business. After I returned the jade pendant to the prince, I left on my own."
The little novice monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, sir, I have a job. Please help yourself."
Fang Zilan returned the same way with the jade pendant. Mo Han followed her and asked puzzledly: "Sister Lan, what's so special about this jade pendant?"
"I didn't see it." Fang Zilan shrugged, and Mo Han teased, "I didn't expect Sister Lan to care so much about Prince Zhongzheng."
Fang Zilan looked like her thoughts had been seen through, but she still said stubbornly: "I originally wanted to see if there was any connection between this jade pendant and the jade cicada given to me by King Zhongzheng. But then I thought that I had this jade pendant in my hand, so I helped It doesn’t matter if my little master gives me a ride.”
"Yes, Sister Lan is just kind-hearted." Mo Han couldn't help laughing, but Fang Zilan stopped suddenly, "Do you feel that it is a lot quieter, something is wrong?"
