Fang Zilan's expression was solemn, and Murong Qing couldn't help but take a step back and slowly closed his eyes, "The matter has come to an end, whether you want to kill or behead him, it's up to you."
"I didn't expect that the prince didn't even bother to say a word of defense?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, and Murong Qing smiled bitterly and said: "Since Mr. Fang has come to ask the teacher for questioning, he must be fully confident. Whether I argue or not, or not, has no meaning?"
"Did the frost poison that the prince used on me come from the ghost gate?" Although it was a question, Fang Zilan did not give Murong Qing a chance to answer, and said to herself: "Have you ever thought about it, since the frost poison is the previous one?" There is no antidote to the things of the dynasty except the gate of hell, so why am I standing in front of you now?"
Hearing this, Murong Qing suddenly opened his eyes with a serious look on his face, "Are you a member of the ghost sect?"
Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips, bowed slightly and said, "Zixiu of the Ghost Sect, I have met Prince Zhongzheng."
Murong Qing's eyes flashed with surprise, "You..."
Murong Qingyuan had heard of Zixiu's name in the palace of Prince Miluo in the past. The killer who was talked about in the world and the sharpest sword in the world was actually the Duke of Dajingyue in front of him.
The former dynasty, the Gate of Ghosts, and Dajing.
Zixiu, Fang Zilan, Duke of Yue.
After figuring out the key, Murong Qing suddenly laughed out loud, raised his hands and said, "Master Fang is really resourceful and scheming. It seems that the power of the capital has been exhausted, and your Majesty's time is running out."
Fang Zilan felt a dull pain in her heart, like a needle pricking her, but her face remained calm, "Does the Crown Prince really think that the Ghost Sect is helping you by handing over the Frost Poison to you?"
"Even if the Ghost Sect is not helping me, it is not helping Mr. Fang." Murong Qing looked a little colder, "Frost is very poisonous. Even if there is an antidote, it will cause great harm to people. Am I right? Master Fang?"
"If the Crown Prince thinks so, then let it be that way." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, and Murong Qing said with great interest: "Master Fang, you may not be truly loyal to the Ghost Sect, and the frost poison is proof. I think you will be with me. There are also transactions among ghosts, and in that case, you and I are no different."
Fang Zilan was silent, and Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, "With Mr. Fang's appearance, I will assume that I am right."
"Hasn't the prince ever thought that some people would use poison as feed to raise poison?" Fang Zilan suddenly spoke with a sinister expression, "A hundred years ago, the art of Miluo's yin and yang and the art of witchcraft and poison were popular. I thought the prince would not know about it. "
Murong Qing's expression froze. He looked at the person in front of him intently, as if he wanted to see something from her, but he couldn't see anything. But the seeds of doubt in his heart began to take root and sprout.
Both Zixiu and Fang Zilan are too powerful. They slaughtered all over the Gilded City, faced off against the robbers alone, and fought fiercely for several hours under Qiluo City to protect the people. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed beyond human power.
It would make sense if there were Yin and Yang magic, or the magic of witchcraft and Gu. But the art of yin and yang has been lost for a long time. Even the high priest in the Miluo court can't use it, let alone others?
As for the art of witchcraft...
Murong Qing was in a trance for a moment, and Fang Zilan calmed down, and her voice became darker, "Your Majesty, I promised King Zhongzheng that I would protect your life. But if you have evil intentions, don't blame me for being ruthless. Next time, I will Kill you."
After she said that, she turned around and was about to leave, but Murong Qing called out to her, "Master Fang, you said that I have evil intentions. Then you worked hard to reach the position of Duke of Yue. Don't you have other plans?"
Any other plans? Fang Zilan chewed on these four words repeatedly, then looked back at Murong Qing, "I have other plans, but they are different from the prince's ambition."
"Ambition?" Murong Qing laughed out loud as if he heard something funny. After a while, he stopped and said word by word: "Master Fang, if you have the prophecy of destiny, will you fight for it? If so? If we don’t fight, where can we settle down and live?”
Fang Zilan laughed and said coolly: "There are many people in this world who do not have the prophecy of destiny. Don't they need to settle down and settle down? The prince has come this way, whether it is for the sake of settling down and establishing his destiny or the prophecy of destiny, as long as you know best in your heart."
"No matter what Mr. Fang thinks, I will not stop here." Murong Qing clenched his hands into fists and said with a fierce expression: "I will never let Mr. Zuo's blood flow in vain."
When she heard Mr. Zuo, Fang Zilan was stunned. She pursed her lips and whispered: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought that Mr. Zuo's so-called help for you may be just to satisfy his own god-making?"
"What did Lord Fang say?" Murong Qing didn't seem to hear it clearly. Fang Zilan shook her head, "It's nothing. Your Majesty just needs to remember what I said today and stay safe. Otherwise, forgive me for not being able to fulfill my promise to your father."
After she said that, she walked out without looking back. Murong Qing looked at her back and felt a helpless and dejected feeling in his heart.
It wasn't that he didn't hear the last sentence he just said clearly, but he didn't dare to hear it clearly.
If Mr. Zuo is really like what Fang Zilan said, and he only helped because of the destiny prophecy, what does the friendship between teacher and friend in those years mean... and who does he mean? A tool to fulfill destiny prophecies?
Fang Zilan's heart-wrenching words were truly more cruel than killing someone.
Thinking of this, Murong Qing staggered a few steps and finally managed to stand steady while holding on to the table. Panting heavily, he stretched out his hand and swept all the utensils off the table. There was an endless clanging sound and fragments were scattered everywhere.
Meng Tingyang heard the noise and rushed over quickly, "Your Majesty..."
"Get out!" Murong Qing coughed a few times and looked pale.
"Prince!" Meng Tingyang was about to step forward when Murong Qing waved his hand to stop him. "Go, follow Fang Zilan and see what is going on inside and outside the Duke of Yue's palace..."
"The prince is suspicious..." Before Meng Tingyang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Qing, "Go quickly!"
Meng Tingyang followed the order and quietly followed Fang Zilan's bike.
Fang Zilan, who was sitting in the carriage at this time, looked gloomy and unclear. She said to Chu Bin: "Mo Han's game is not subtle, but fortunately he took advantage of the unequal information between Guimen and Murong Qing, and finally got away with it." .”
"But Lanlan, why did you tell Murong Qing that you are Zixiu?" Chu Bin frowned, "There is also the matter of poison..."
"I didn't lie, so the one who lied could only be the ghost sect." Fang Zilan quietly intercepted his next words, "In the capital, Murong Qing is insignificant, but in Miluo, Murong Qing is the person predicted by destiny. . Ji Ningtian took a fancy to this and formed an alliance with him, in order to lend a helping hand to the Zhongzheng Palace in future uprisings."
She paused, "But unless the Miluo Mu clan is overthrown, the Zhongzheng Palace will not get much benefit from helping him. At most, it will be in exchange for Murong Qing returning to the country. But what can be done after returning? To form an alliance with profit, if the distribution is uneven , then it won’t be too stable.”
Chu Bin quickly reacted, "Just like the Ghost Sect and King Rongan?"
"That's right." Fang Zilan nodded and said, "Ji Ningtian uses my identity as a knife, so let him take a good look at who this knife will hurt."
