After the reception banquet, Fang Zilan followed Zhuge Yu who was silent but didn't know how to speak. After thinking about it carefully, she realized the impact of Princess Erya's words on Zhuge Yu.
Zhuge Yu lost both his parents when he was young. His sister died in battle, his second brother became a monk, and only his grandfather and eldest brother remained. Now that my grandfather is old, he still supports the entire Zhuge family. The eldest brother has reduced his sharpness and only paves the way for him, the future head of the family...
"Sister Lan, do you have something to tell me?" Zhuge Yu stopped and looked back. Fang Zilan was stunned, "I..."
"Sister Lan, don't worry, it doesn't matter to me." Zhuge Yu shook his head, "It doesn't matter whether the future is limitless or the relationship is shallow and short-lived. After all, it's a matter of one person and one family. As long as it doesn't hinder the capital, it doesn't matter."
"A Yu, even if the Zhuge family and the country are together, you can still leave room for yourself." Fang Zilan said each word slowly, as if he had considered it repeatedly.
Hearing this, Zhuge Yu secretly shook his head. To this day, he will not, let alone cannot, leave room for himself, but he cannot refuse the concern hidden behind Fang Zilan's words.
"I know it well, thank you sister Lan." Zhuge Yu said and bowed, then said goodbye and left.
At this time, the rain gradually stopped, but the sky was still overcast and dark, so heavy that the moon could not even look up, and there was no light at all.
Fang Zilan stood there, watching Zhuge Yu's back disappear, and didn't pay attention to it for a long time. Zheng Yan, who was following her, couldn't help but said: "Master Fang, the key to the palace door is about to be released."
"Let's go." Fang Zilan did not take the carriage, but walked back to the house. It was already night when she arrived. She thought it would disturb other people in the house, so she walked through the side door, but unexpectedly bumped into Mo Han and Awan who had just returned. Got it right.
"Why did you two come back at this hour?" Fang Zilan's eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them. Awan quickly waved her hands and said: "I went out to go shopping, but I didn't expect to go a little further. I took a detour and lost some time. I caught up. After the curfew, luckily I met Mr. Mo, otherwise I might not be able to come back."
Mo Han also explained: "There are some files to be processed at the Ministry of Punishment. I didn't pay attention to the time, so it was this time."
"I don't mean to interrogate you." Fang Zilan's voice revealed a hint of exhaustion, "It's just that Di Rong's delegation has entered the capital, and I'm afraid there will be no peace in recent days. You must be careful when you go out."
The two nodded in agreement, and then Awan tugged on Fang Zilan's sleeve, as if she had something to say.
Seeing this, Mo Han went back to his room to rest. Fang Zilan dismissed Zheng Yan and walked into the room with Awan before saying, "Tell me, what's going on at the Ghost Gate?"
"How did you know that I returned to the ghost gate?" Awan's eyes suddenly widened, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "The capital is such a big place, and you have walked through it not only a thousand times, but also a hundred times. What road can take you around?" Are you not going back home until this hour?"
"I really can't hide anything from you." Awan couldn't help but muttered: "It's boring."
Fang Zilan raised her hand and rubbed her hair, "The other things may not be interesting, but what my Awan said must be very interesting."
"Come here, you will coax me." Awan pushed her hand away and curled his lips, "The ghost sect has released news that the Wheel-turning King among the ten kings of hell has betrayed, and everyone in the world can be killed. If If someone takes his head, then the hell gate will be open to that person and will never attack him."
"As expected." Fang Zilan looked indifferent, and Awan frowned slightly, "Aren't you worried that something will happen to Brother Chu?"
"Do your best and obey fate." Fang Zilan had a firm look in her eyes, "I believe Chu Bin, he will be fine."
"You are so heartless." Awan shook his head helplessly, and then took out something from his arms like a treasure, "Although I wasted some time today, I found this."
"What is this?" Fang Zilan took it casually, but was stunned when she saw it clearly, "This is..."
"Lucky flower!" Awan said enthusiastically, "Isn't it magical? I didn't expect that there would be such a flower hidden in Guimen's pharmacy. Although it is a few years old, it is extremely well preserved and still lifelike. "
Even Fang Zilan was shocked, "How could it be possible... Didn't Miss Xiao say that the auspicious flower disappeared more than a hundred years ago?"
"The extinction is real, and this one is also real." Awan said firmly: "I have looked carefully, but I don't know who can have such a miraculous ability to seal this auspicious flower so well."
"Witchcraft?" Fang Zilan said these two words tentatively, and Awan thought for a moment, "It's not impossible. If someone from the Wu family survives, then there will be successors to witchcraft."
She paused as she spoke, "But compared to these, I am more curious about why there are auspicious flowers from Di Rong's tribe in the ghost gate, plus the master's manuscript I have read... Fang Zilan, is there something going on between you and master? Hiding it from me?"
Fang Zilan pursed her lips, and without waiting for an answer, Awan added: "I know that you and Master have hidden many things from me. What I'm asking about is not other things, but the poison on your body."
"A Wan, have you checked Chu Bin's pulse?" Fang Zilan asked instead without answering. A Wan said doubtfully, "No, I'm asking about the poison on your body. What does it have to do with Brother Chu?"
Fang Zilan told Awan about the master and auxiliary voodoo, and she suddenly realized, "So you suspect that the voodoo poison on your body is not only related to Miluo Yin and Yang magic, but also to Di Rong witchcraft?"
Fang Zilan nodded, and Awan said thoughtfully: "In that case, I'll go see Princess Erya and her maid."
"What did you say?" Fang Zilan looked at Awan in disbelief, but she was extremely serious, "It is natural for doctors to learn from each other. Is it just because the other party is a princess and I am a commoner, and there is a difference in dignity? Can’t you even communicate in the field of medicine?”
"Awan, what you said makes sense, but..." Fang Zilan looked worried, and Awan patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, even if Princess Erya kicks me out of the post house, it has nothing to do with you. When the time comes, I will Just say it was all my own idea and I won’t lose your face.”
"What's the point of saving face at this time?" Fang Zilan sighed, "Am I such a face-saving person?"
"Then what are you worried about?" Awan said confidently: "After all, I am a medical woman in the Duke of Yue's palace. Can Princess Erya still kill me?"
"What's the point of saving face at this time?" Fang Zilan sighed, "Am I such a face-saving person?"
"Then what are you worried about?" Awan said confidently: "After all, I am a medical woman in the Duke of Yue's palace. Can Princess Erya still kill me?"
"Then what are you worried about?" Awan said confidently: "After all, I am a medical woman in the Duke of Yue's palace. Can Princess Erya kill me?"
