Awan stared straight at the straight road and started talking seriously, "My master said, you want me to take good care of you."
"A Wan, don't be ridiculous." Fang Zilan grabbed the reins of A Wan's horse, "Wen Ya and you are not out of the ghost gate now, and you leaving the capital so rashly will only cause trouble for him."
"Fang Zilan!" Awan took back the horse's reins with a clap of his hands, "If you don't want me to follow, just say it clearly and stop talking about it."
"It's not that I don't want to." Fang Zilan said, reining in his horse and stopping, turning around and looking over, "You can see for yourself."
Awan followed Fang Zilan's line of sight and saw Wen Ya coming on horseback and stopping not far from them.
"Master..." Awan's face turned blue and white, but she saw that Wen Ya didn't look at her, but saluted Fang Zilan.
Seeing this, Fang Zilan was about to drive the horse away from her to leave some space for the master and apprentice to talk, but she heard Wen Ya say: "Miss Fang San, I do have something to say to Awan, but you don't need to avoid it."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan made no move, and watched quietly as Wen Ya took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Awan, "Young Master asked me to give it to you."
Awan didn't take it for a long time, "This is..."
Her voice was shaking violently. Wen Ya's face was expressionless, and his voice was not as gentle as before, with an indescribable chill. "You know how to use it." He said, but it was Fang Zilan who looked at her.
"Mr. Wen, is it really okay for you to reveal all your plans openly and openly in front of the assassination target?" Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, passed by Awan on horseback, and took away the white porcelain bottle from Wen Ya's hand, " It’s better to leave this kind of thing to me for safekeeping.”
"Miss Fang San." Wen Ya's voice was deep, and Fang Zilan shook the white porcelain bottle in his hand casually, "Regardless of whether this thing is useful or not, just say that if you and A Wanru really wanted my life, I would have done it long ago. He died more than a thousand times."
She paused, raised the corners of her lips and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you and Awan."
Wen Ya sighed softly, and the smile on Fang Zilan's face became brighter, "Mr. Wen doesn't have to be like this. Even if he has murderous intentions, I will not sit still and wait for death."
"Miss Fang San, you made a mistake." Wen Ya whispered: "The target of the assassination this time is not you."
Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, "You mean..."
She didn't say anything further, but Wen Ya nodded, "As you thought, the young master's target is him."
Seeing Fang Zilan's smile solidify on her face, Awan asked confused, "What do you mean? Don't you want me to kill you?"
"No." Fang Zilan said these two words through gritted teeth. The white porcelain bottle in her hand creaked as she held it, as if it would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.
"Don't be like this, that's..." Before Awan could finish speaking, he saw Fang Zilan whip his horse and rush out like an arrow from a string.
"Wait for me!" Awan shouted, and was about to catch up, but was stopped by Wen Ya, "She wants to die, do you want to accompany her?"
Awan had never heard such a cold tone from Wen Ya, and she felt a thrill, and her hand that tightly gripped the horse's reins involuntarily loosened.
"Be careful!" Wen Ya put his arm around Awan's waist and carried her onto his horse, so that she would not fall off the horse and get hurt.
Awan leaned in Wen Ya's arms and looked up at him with lingering fear, crying, "Master, do you want me to watch Fang Zilan die?"
"If she dies and you can live, then the person I would rather die is her." Wen Ya held A Wan's hand tighter, her hand hidden in her sleeve clenched into a fist, but she did not push it away He just shouted: "Master, on the first day I studied medicine, you taught me to be responsible for the patient. Fang Zilan is my patient, I must be responsible for her!"
"Awan, I can't control others." Wen Ya said with a sharp expression, "Only you..."
"Master!" Awan glared at Wen Ya fiercely, "Who do you think I am? I have my own ideas and I am not a drug puppet at your mercy!"
"Awan, your thoughts are far less important than your life..." Before Wen Ya could finish his words, he suddenly took a breath of air. He glanced at his bitten and bloody arm in disbelief, and then looked steadily at the initiator. "you……"
"Master, I know you are good to me." Awan broke away from Wen Ya's shackles and reached out to wipe the blood on his lips, "But, I don't want you to imprison me forever in the name of my kindness, like now so."
Her breathing fluctuated, but she still spoke with determination every word, "Master, I may not be able to fully repay your kindness to me in this lifetime. If I can come back safely this time, I will stay with you every day from now on." Be around and show your concern."
After saying that, she raised her hand and without waiting for Wen Ya's reaction, she bit her own arm as well. The same bloody mess was not even lighter than the bite she just took.
"A Wan..." Wen Ya hesitated, but when he saw A Wan about to vault, he hurriedly pressed her shoulders, and then quickly stuffed a pill into her mouth.
Awan swallowed the pill before she could react, "Master, what did you give me?"
"Antitoxic pills." Wen Ya got off the horse first, and then hugged Awan from the horse, "Awan, keep your word. When you come back this time, you have to stay with me."
Ah Wan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her usual liveliness, "Okay, as long as Master doesn't push me away." After she finished speaking, she mounted her horse again, "Master, take care of yourself."
Wen Ya watched A Wan's back disappear from sight, thinking that she was the only one who wouldn't get to the bottom of it. If it were Fang Zilan, he would have asked clearly about the causes and consequences of the Jiedu Pill, but...
Awan didn't ask anything. Did she really not raise any suspicion?
However, what Wen Ya didn't expect was that Awan didn't ask anything, but was more calm than before.
Even Fang Zilan never thought that the first thing Awan asked after catching up with her was not who the bottle of medicine was going to be used for, but "how much do you know about my master?"
Sure enough, once people are interested, they will be extremely sensitive. Even without any prompting, the usual tiny clues can be connected together to reveal the truth.
Fang Zilan originally thought that the matter concerned Wen Ya's privacy, which meant that he should tell it personally, but she also knew that A Wan was very persistent, so she only said a few vague words.
But she didn't expect that Awan came to the conclusion sharply, "So, you asked me a lot before, do you suspect that my master is a medicine doll?"
Fang Zilan pursed her lips, silently seeming to acquiesce.
Awan slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was only unbearability in her eyes, "My master, he is not a medicine doll, but he is almost the same as a medicine doll."
