Fang Zilan looked over the purse in her hand for a while, but couldn't see any clues. There is no doubt that it is a purse, but it is much larger than an ordinary purse, and the stitching is as dense as a knot. It looks like someone's first embroidery exercise. It should not appear on her bed under any circumstances. thing.
After all, A Wan doesn't know how to make such things, and even if Li Shengxuan and Xia Houzhang used purses, they would have to be made of royal materials by the embroiderers in the palace, and they would never be so crude.
Could it be that someone who stayed in this room before accidentally left something behind...
Fang Zilan thought drowsily, feeling as if her head was filled with a ball of paste and she was not quite awake. So she simply got up and got off the bed, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all.
The cold tea passed through her throat, and Fang Zilan shook her head again, and then she felt that she was not as groggy as before. She looked down and saw that she was dressed neatly, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so she thought it was nothing.
But she always felt like she was sleeping with someone, but she just didn't know who that person was. Or is it her imagination?
With this thought in mind, she pushed the door open and walked out of the guest room. From a distance, she saw Li Shengxuan and Xia Houzhang, who seemed to be looking for something. Awan said impatiently: "Isn't it just a purse? Your husband is rich in the world, and he still cares about it. Just a wallet?"
"Miss Awan's words are wrong." Li Shengxuan blocked Xia Houzhang, who was about to have a fit. "Even if you have gold and silver, you should be diligent and frugal, otherwise it will eventually be used up. What's more, I It’s not like being rich in the world.”
Awan frowned slightly and whispered: "If you are not rich in the world, who would dare to claim..."
"What did you say?" Xia Houzhang seemed to be unable to bear it and said angrily: "My husband didn't ask you for help, but you took the initiative to come over and say that you don't have these things. What do you mean?"
"I..." Awan was speechless for a moment, but she saw Fang Zilan walking over slowly, and before asking for help, she heard her say: "Are you looking for this thing?" She said, taking out her wallet The purse on the bed dangled in front of their eyes.
Seeing this, Xia Houzhang blurted out: "Why are you here..." In the middle of his words, he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly fell silent.
Li Shengxuan's expression froze for a moment, then he realized it. He thought he didn't pay attention last night and dropped it on the bed. He pursed his lips, took a step forward and said, "Thank you, this thing does belong to me..."
"Wait a minute." Fang Zilan made a feint and avoided Li Shengxuan's hand reaching out to take the purse. "You are talking nonsense. How do I know that this purse must be yours?"
Li Shengxuan was silent for a moment and said: "There is a plum blossom embroidered in the purse."
"Plum blossom?" Fang Zilan opened her purse, and sure enough, there was a crooked little flower embroidered inside. If the number of petals hadn't matched, it would have been hard for her to believe that it was actually a plum blossom.
Li Shengxuan looked at the disgust on Fang Zilan's face and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "What, do you believe it now?"
"I believe it." Fang Zilan curled her lips and said in a drawl: "Your taste is really - unique."
Hearing this, the smile on Li Shengxuan's face became even brighter, "I didn't expect that the person who gave me the wallet back then was so special."
Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "The person who gave you the wallet is very important to you?"
"Don't you know?" Li Shengxuan asked without answering. Fang Zilan asked strangely: "What do I know?"
"It is a custom in Beijing that sweethearts give each other purses to express their love." Li Shengxuan explained, and Fang Zilan said very naturally: "Oh, it turns out it was my eldest sister who gave it to me. No wonder you are so precious."
Before she finished speaking, Li Shengxuan suddenly coughed, which made her confused: "Did I say something wrong? But my eldest sister's embroidery skills should not be so bad..."
She paused and suddenly realized: "By the way, my eldest sister and you were engaged when we were young. It made sense at that time..."
"That's it." Li Shengxuan stabilized his breath and said softly helplessly: "It's not a gift from your eldest sister."
"What?" Fang Zilan didn't seem to hear clearly, but before she could ask again, Li Shengxuan took advantage of the situation and took back the wallet, "Anyway, thank you very much."
Fang Zilan was confused and didn't understand why Li Shengxuan thanked him. If it was because the thing returned to its original owner, he had already said it when he saw the purse, and there was no need to say it again. But……
"Miss Zixiu." A familiar voice brought Fang Zilan back from her thoughts. She looked back and saw that the man who brought them to the guest room yesterday was standing respectfully not far away and saluted, "My young master invites the girl to come over."
"Thank you." Fang Zilan calmed down. Awan gently tugged on her sleeves and whispered in her ear: "The poison you suffered last night hasn't been completely cured yet. The poison in your body has poisoned it." I'm afraid it won't be easy until it's completely devoured..."
"I know." Fang Zilan patted the back of Awan's hand and told her not to worry, "Just hold it down for the time being. I don't need long."
Awan's expression suddenly changed, "You..." She didn't say any more, but her heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
It turned out that Fang Zilan was really gambling on his life. She risked everything, but what if she still couldn't find out the truth and find Wheel King Chubin?
For some reason, Awan suddenly remembered the scene on New Year's Eve when Fang Zilan jumped off the tower without hesitation and saw Mo Han for the last time.
Like a kite with its string cut off, it is no longer tied down. If it happens again, I'm afraid the kite will fall to pieces.
Awan didn't dare to think about it anymore and could only pray that Fang Zilan would find out the truth and Chu Bin would be safe...
"This girl, please stay." The man raised his hand to stop Awan who was following Fang Zilan, "My young master only invites Miss Zixiu to come over."
"But..." Awan wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Fang Zilan's look. He could only watch her leave with that person.
"Miss Zixiu, please." The man led Fang Zilan around in the mountains, and finally stopped in front of a hut, "My young master is waiting for you inside."
Fang Zilan nodded slightly, walked into the hut, and saw the man closing the door and standing guard outside.
Fang Lihui was making tea inside the house. Amidst the mist, his face looked unreal, as if it was covered with a thin layer of mist.
"Come and sit." Fang Lihui waved and said, "When it's warm but then cold, it's especially cold in the mountains. Have a cup of hot tea to warm up."
"Master Fang." As soon as Fang Zilan sat down, Fang Lihui smiled and said, "I still prefer to hear you call me cousin, Sister Lan."
Fang Zilan's expression grew colder, and Fang Lihui continued talking to himself, "When you called me Young Master Fang, I had the illusion that you were still the Duke of Yue."
