"Your Majesty, would you like to call the third young lady here?" Qiu Shui looked at Fang Zilan, A Wan and Qiu Chan who were standing more than ten steps away. He felt extremely abrupt and couldn't help but look worried.
Fang Ziqin was calm and composed, without squinting, "Let her go for now."
"But empress..." As soon as Qiu Shui opened her mouth, Fang Ziqin stopped her, "Lan'er has a sense of propriety. She won't stand there attracting attention unless she has to."
Qiu Shui was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, the empress does not mean, is there any last resort for the third lady?"
"It's hard to say." Fang Ziqin's hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clasped together, and his face remained calm, "Qiu Shui, go..."
Her next words were drowned out by the cheers from downstairs. Qiu Shui did not listen and subconsciously looked at the stage. He saw the red-clothed Qiangu Demon standing in the center of the stage, standing firm against the sword of the right way.
Fang Zilan, who was also watching the show on the other side, had cold sweat on her palms. She couldn't tell others that the big demon in red on the stage was Mo Han, and she was afraid that something would go wrong with him, so she wanted to run away immediately.
Fortunately, none of Zhengdao's sword dances were realistic, and they were all props, so they couldn't hurt Mo Han, and the New Year's social drama was coming to an end...
Just as she was thinking about it, she was suddenly dazzled by a silver light. Although it only lasted for a moment, it still aroused her vigilance. She quickly searched for the source of the silver light, and finally her eyes fell on Zhengdao's arrow on the bowstring.
That arrow didn't seem to be a prop, but a real thing. Could it be that what happened to her back then would happen again to Mo Han?
Zhengdao, who was holding a bow and arrow, was hesitant, as if he realized something was wrong. Fang Zilan looked at him and suddenly remembered the scene in front of Lianhua Palace, and suddenly realized that this person should be Yucheng King Li Qiyou. If he...
However, before Fang Zilan's fluctuating heart could calm down for a moment, she saw a person behind Li Qiyou pounce forward, adding fuel to the flames without warning, causing the arrow to shoot out.
As if by instinct, Fang Zilan jumped up and jumped from the tower. Awan and Qiuchan both screamed in surprise, watching the purple figure flash past, but they couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.
The moment she landed, Fang Zilan groaned in pain, but still dragged her injured leg towards the stage. There was only one thought in her mind, nothing could happen to Mo Han...
At the same time, two figures flew down from the tower, passed through the crowded crowd, and caught up with Fang Zilan. Unfortunately, it was too late.
Fang Zilan's eyes widened and she looked at the man lying on the ground with blood gushing out in disbelief. His mask fell to the ground and shattered, and nothing could cover his face anymore.
The face in front of her was the face that Fang Zilan had engraved in her heart and mind. At this moment, she wished she had seen it wrong. Maybe it was someone pretending to be Mo Han?
For the first time, she strongly hoped that this was a dream. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will still be an ordinary college student who tried to skip class in the hot summer, but was dragged to the classroom by her roommate...
However, the dull pain in her legs told her that all this was true.
She tried her best to move towards Mo Han, gritted her teeth, and burst into tears, "Mother, do you want to call the third lady over?" Qiu Shui looked at Fang Zilan, Awan and Qiu Chan who were standing a dozen steps away. , I just felt it was so sudden, I couldn't help but look worried.
Fang Ziqin was calm and composed, without squinting, "Let her go for now."
"But empress..." As soon as Qiu Shui opened her mouth, Fang Ziqin stopped her, "Lan'er has a sense of propriety. She won't stand there attracting attention unless she has to."
Qiu Shui was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, the empress does not mean, is there any last resort for the third lady?"
"It's hard to say." Fang Ziqin's hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clasped together, and his face remained calm, "Qiu Shui, go..."
Her next words were drowned out by the cheers from downstairs. Qiu Shui did not listen and subconsciously looked at the stage. He saw the red-clothed Qiangu Demon standing in the center of the stage, standing firm against the sword of the right way.
Fang Zilan, who was also watching the show on the other side, had cold sweat on her palms. She couldn't tell others that the big demon in red on the stage was Mo Han, and she was afraid that something would go wrong with him, so she wanted to run away immediately.
Fortunately, none of Zhengdao's sword dances were realistic, and they were all props, so they couldn't hurt Mo Han, and the New Year's social drama was coming to an end...
Just as she was thinking about it, she was suddenly dazzled by a silver light. Although it only lasted for a moment, it still aroused her vigilance. She quickly searched for the source of the silver light, and finally her eyes fell on Zhengdao's arrow on the bowstring.
That arrow didn't seem to be a prop, but a real thing. Could it be that what happened to her back then would happen again to Mo Han?
Zhengdao, who was holding a bow and arrow, was hesitant, as if he realized something was wrong. Fang Zilan looked at him and suddenly remembered the scene in front of Lianhua Palace, and suddenly realized that this person should be Yucheng King Li Qiyou. If he...
However, before Fang Zilan's fluctuating heart could calm down for a moment, she saw a person behind Li Qiyou pounce forward, adding fuel to the flames without warning, causing the arrow to shoot out.
As if by instinct, Fang Zilan jumped up and jumped from the tower. Awan and Qiuchan both screamed in surprise, watching the purple figure flash past, but they couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.
The moment she landed, Fang Zilan groaned in pain, but still dragged her injured leg towards the stage. There was only one thought in her mind, nothing could happen to Mo Han...
At the same time, two figures flew down from the tower, passed through the crowded crowd, and caught up with Fang Zilan. Unfortunately, it was too late.
Fang Zilan's eyes widened and she looked at the man lying on the ground with blood gushing out in disbelief. His mask fell to the ground and shattered, and nothing could cover his face anymore.
The face in front of her was the face that Fang Zilan had engraved in her heart and mind. At this moment, she wished she had seen it wrong. Maybe it was someone pretending to be Mo Han?
For the first time, she strongly hoped that this was a dream. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will still be an ordinary college student who tried to skip class in the hot summer, but was dragged to the classroom by her roommate...
However, the dull pain in her legs told her that all this was true.
She tried her best to move towards Mo Han, gritted her teeth, and burst into tears. The face in front of her was the face that Fang Zilan had engraved in her heart. At this moment, she hoped that she had seen it wrong, maybe someone Pretending to be Mo Han?
For the first time, she strongly hoped that this was a dream. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will still be an ordinary college student who tried to skip class in the hot summer, but was dragged to the classroom by her roommate...
However, the dull pain in her legs told her that all this was true.
She tried her best to move towards Mo Han, gritting her teeth and bursting into tears.
