"Master Fang, what did you say...?" Murong Qing's voice trembled violently, and Fang Zilan gave a cruel smile, "The Crown Prince is the son of Prince Zhongzheng of Miluo, and his hands will be stained with blood sooner or later. Why not start with Mr. Zuo? How are you?"
"Master Fang, you have already said that I am the prince and half a teacher. How can there be any reason in this world to let a disciple kill his master?" Mr. Zuo said angrily: "It is simply against ethics!"
"The prince hasn't spoken yet, why is Mr. Zuo so restless?" Fang Zilan showed no intention of taking back the dagger. Murong Qing stared at the dagger in front of him, and the cold light reflected his eyes - a pair of eyes full of hesitation and fear. .
"Master Fang..." Murong Qing heard his voice, as if he had spent all his strength in his life to piece together a complete sentence, "I can't do it."
Fang Zilan grabbed his hand noncommittally and stuffed the dagger in, "I know, you can do it."
She spoke of knowing, not believing.
Murong Qing slowly closed her eyes, and it turned out to be her. A hundred secrets could cost Mr. Zuo's life...
"Master Fang, the prince is weak and sick. I'm afraid he won't be frightened." Wei Subaru couldn't help but speak out, hinting to Fang Zilan every word that if something happened to Murong Qing, there would be no peace in the capital in the future.
"How could the eldest son of Prince Zhongzheng not be able to do something of this level?" Fang Zilan chuckled, "Master Wei, you are looking down on the eldest son too much."
Murong Qing opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes full of resentment looked directly at Zi Lan's meaningful gaze above him. He grinded his teeth but could not utter a word of rejection.
He had heard this many times since he was a child. Yes, he is the loyal prince, the son of Miluo God of War, how could he not do it?
Reading, practicing calligraphy, riding horses and shooting arrows, in the eyes of the world he was supposed to be capable of everything. However, in fact, he is a sickly child who cannot even lift a sword.
If it hadn't been for that damn prophecy, how could he have ended up where he is today?
"Your Majesty the Crown Prince." Mr. Zuo's voice sounded deep and unexpectedly calm, "You are the noble and loyal Crown Prince of Miluo, and a person with a destiny. You still have a long way to go, and I am destined to die here. "
"Sir..." Murong Qing raised his head and looked at the upright man who was firmly tied to the torture rack. He was like a statue, standing in his heart from beginning to end, supporting himself.
"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, there will always be a day like this for me." Mr. Zuo softened his tone and said as if to comfort him: "If I can die in the hands of your Majesty, I will die without regrets."
"Sir..." Murong Qing's face was already full of tears, but he still shook his head desperately in refusal.
"Your Majesty, I am not patient enough." Fang Zilan's voice was full of exhaustion, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped on the dagger, mixed with Murong Qing's tears, making it blurry.
"Fang Zilan!" Murong Qing gritted her teeth, picked up the dagger and stabbed Fang Zilan suddenly. Unexpectedly, she was already prepared and grabbed his wrist, pointing the sharp blade directly at Mr. Zuo.
"Your Majesty, this dagger is extremely sharp. Be careful not to hurt yourself." Fang Zilan said and pulled Murong Qing up from the ground. "Now that the matter has come to this, I might as well help you."
"No..." Murong Qing struggled to his death, and there were blood marks on Fang Zilan's arm. However, he still dragged him with one hand and held his dagger hand with the other, approaching Mr. Zuo step by step.
"Master Fang, you promised King Zhongzheng that you would take care of the crown prince and keep him safe and sound." Mr. Zuo said loudly, "If you break your promise, I will turn into a ghost and drag you to hell."
"I will do what I promised." Fang Zilan seemed to comfort Mr. Zuo, more like saying to himself, "The prince will be fine."
Murong Qing listened and couldn't help but sneered.
Yes, how could anything happen to him? If he stopped here, wouldn't the humiliation and torture he has endured since birth be in vain?
He, Murong Qing, was the person prophesied by the high priest of Miluo. Wouldn't it be a joke if he couldn't stand above all others despite his destiny?
When Fang Zilan heard the laughter, she lowered her head and looked over. She saw that Murong Qing's face was full of sadness, but he curved the corners of his mouth and revealed an almost weird smile, which was creepy.
Sure enough, this was Murong Qing's true appearance. There was a devil hidden under his delicate face.
Seeing this, Fang Zilan stopped involuntarily. Murong Qing glanced at her sideways and said coldly: "Let go."
He clearly has the appearance of a child, and does not even have the stature of a teenager, but the two words he spoke have a pressure that is not inferior to that of any adult superior.
Fang Zilan subconsciously let go and watched as Murong Qing walked step by step in front of Mr. Zuo.
"Sir, I have learned everything you taught me."
Murong Qing made no sound, but Mr. Zuo understood his mouth movements, and a look of relief appeared on his face, "Your Majesty, take care..."
Before he could finish his words, the dagger in Murong Qing's hand had already pierced his chest, causing him to swallow the last half of his sentence "I can't walk with you any longer." He vaguely saw Murong Qing's lips move, but did not recognize the word "I'm sorry".
Murong Qing suddenly let go. He stared blankly at the blood on his hands, feeling that his mind was completely blank. He could neither hear nor see anything around him.
Fang Zilan supported the fallen Murong Qing. His small body was as light as a feather, but it bore the weight of a thousand kilograms.
"Master Fang." Wei Subaru said slowly, "The play is over, you still owe me an explanation."
"I have nothing to explain." Fang Zilan held Murong Qing's hand tighter, Wei Subaru's eyes were sharp, "I don't have to ask about other things, but Master Lioyuan..."
"Now that things are overturned, it is difficult to recover. What's the point of Mr. Wei asking about the cause?" Fang Zilan calmed down and said quietly: "If Mr. Wei is worried about Master Yuan, you might as well think about the debate on Taoism on the first day of next month. There is no place that can help.”
Wei Subaru's expression froze and he watched Fang Zilan hugging Murong Qing and disappearing from his sight.
"Sister Lan." Seeing Fang Zilan come out, Mo Han breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he saw Murong Qing in her arms, he was stunned and said, "What's going on?"
Fang Zilan did not answer him, but turned to Zheng Yan and said, "Bring me something for bandaging."
"Sister Lan, are you injured?" Mo Han anxiously wanted to check the injuries on her body, but when he saw her waving her hands, her eyes remained on Murong Qing's hands, and then he noticed Murong Qing's injuries.
Zheng Yan quickly brought something over. Fang Zilan helped Murong Qing bandage his wounds and asked in a low voice: "Zheng Yan, do you still remember the first time you killed someone?"
"I don't remember." Zheng Yan answered without hesitation, and Fang Zilan said sadly: "I don't remember either."
She looked at the gauze wrapped in Murong Qing's hand and murmured: "When you kill someone for the first time, if you don't have much experience, you will most likely hurt yourself."
"Sister Lan, what did you say?" Mo Han looked shocked, and Fang Zilan sighed quietly: "He will remember what happened today forever." After saying that, she picked up Murong Qing and walked out of the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, handing him to him. Meng Tingyang.
Meng Tingyang wanted to ask more questions, but Fang Zilan didn't give him a chance and turned around and left. Fortunately, Murong Qing woke up quickly, and he felt at ease, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Murong Qing's expression was empty, like a porcelain doll without a soul, and he said with tears streaming down his face: "It hurts..."
Meng Tingyang was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, where do you feel pain?"
Murong Qing pointed to his heart, then raised his hand and looked at the dazzling white gauze on his hand.
He personally knocked down the statue that stood tall for him, and watched the statue being destroyed with his own eyes, and every fragment was pierced in his heart.
How ironic that the heart-piercing pain only left such a light wound.
"Your Majesty!" Before Meng Tingyang could stop him, he saw Murong Qing tearing off the gauze and biting off a piece of flesh from the wound.
Meng Tingyang knelt on the ground in fear, only to hear Murong Qing say word by word: "Sir, don't worry, one day, I will destroy the capital and avenge you."
