Fang Zilan looked into Murong Qing's watery eyes and felt her scalp numb, "What did the prince say?"
"Sister, can we go home?" Murong Qing called out, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone, which made Fang Zilan take a deep breath and handed over her hand.
Murong Qing took Fang Zilan's hand and held it firmly in his palm, "In the past, it was my sister who held my hand. This time, it's me."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan's heart sank, and a look of vigilance flashed in her eyes. Murong Qing saw it in his eyes, but didn't care at all.
After getting on the carriage, Fang Zilan took out her hand, her face as frosty as snow, "Your Majesty, you have known this for a long time."
"Yes." Murong Qing nodded, looking in a good mood, "However, the confirmation was made just now."
"You..." Before Fang Zilan could react, she saw Murong Qing approaching her and gently pressing her lips with her fingers.
The cold touch made her pupils slightly dilate, and she couldn't say anything for a moment.
When Murong Qing saw this, he chuckled, "Sister, do you really want to tell me this in the carriage? Meng Tingyang is outside, aren't you afraid that he will listen?"
Fang Zilan clasped Murong Qing's wrist, leaned back, and distanced the two of them, "If you can't even discipline Meng Tingyang, how can you talk about the world?"
"Sister, didn't you just retaliate to General Meng?" Murong Qing's smile became even brighter, "Why, now that there are only two of us, we can't help but expose our true nature?"
"It's just a title, how does it reveal one's true nature?" Fang Zilan's expression became even colder, and she used some force on her hands. In the blink of an eye, a red mark appeared on Murong Qing's wrist.
"Sister, you hurt me." Murong Qing complained dissatisfiedly, and then quickly picked up the topic before Fang Zilan had a full attack, "Sister, you are not a submissive person, why should you wrong yourself?"
"Aggrieved?" Fang Zilan retorted subconsciously, "What do I have to feel wronged about..."
"Liar." Murong Qing interrupted Fang Zilan mercilessly, "If you were not aggrieved, how could you fall from the clouds into the dust and mud until you can't sink any lower?"
"This is my choice." Fang Zilan was still stubborn, and Murong Qing shook his head, "Sister, the toughest thing about you is your mouth. I'm afraid your heart is not as strong as it is."
It was the first time in his life that he was teased like this by a half-year-old boy. Fang Zilan felt angry and said sternly: "Murong Qing, do you have the guts to say it again."
"I don't have the guts." Murong Qing blinked innocently, "Sister, as long as I'm here, I won't make you feel wronged again."
"You are talking nonsense." Fang Zilan let go and pushed Murong Qing away, "I told the prince last night not to stand in my way."
"Sister, I don't mean to stand in your way, but if you and I are on the same path..." Before Murong Qing could finish his words, Fang Zilan interrupted him, "Isn't the prince confused? How can you and I be on the same path?"
Murong Qing opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Meng Tingyang's voice came from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, Madam, we are here."
Fang Zilan turned around and got off the carriage. When she landed, she tripped on her skirt and staggered two steps. Murong Qing held her arm behind her and said, "Sister, be careful."
At this time, Fang Zilan was still angry. She looked down and saw that the clothes she had just changed into in the Yin Yang Pavilion were not pleasing to the eye, let alone Murong Qing, the instigator?
So she took two quick steps regardless of her leg injury, tore the skirt of her skirt, and threw Murong Qing away.
However, Murong Qing followed closely behind, until Fang Zilan walked into the room, and he also rushed in unsteadily. Before she dismissed the attendants and closed the door, he got close to her side and timidly Called "sister".
"There are no other people around now, the prince doesn't need to be pretentious." Fang Zilan saw the bloody clothes hanging next to the screen at a glance. It was the same one that Murong Qing wore when he entered the palace to pay his respects and escaped from the tiger's mouth.
I don't know whether Murong Qing changed into the bloody clothes intentionally or unintentionally. But when she saw him again, she finally understood why she suddenly thought of Mo Han at that moment.
This outfit is very similar to the costume Mo Han wore on the day he died. From the color system to the gold thread pattern embroidered on it, they are almost identical.
The same person fell into a pool of blood, as if the past was happening again, and it was impossible for her to stay still.
This was a trap set against her from the beginning. Taking advantage of Mu Churui's moodiness, the high priest's golden words, and her only weakness.
It was indeed a hit. However, it was not Murong Qing's, but her calamity.
"Get out." As if she couldn't bear it anymore, Fang Zilan held on to the table, barely stood up straight, and said through gritted teeth: "Get out, I don't want to see you."
"Sister, this is your wedding room." Murong Qing sat at the table leisurely, "Even if you don't want to see me, where can I go?"
"Murong Qing, you are really good at calculations, good means, and so courageous." Fang Zilan's body was shaking so much that her voice was shaking a little, "You were sure that I would save you?"
"Sister, although I am the person who predicted destiny, I am not invincible." Murong Qing calmed his expression and said maturely: "There are archers ready outside Wuji Palace. If there is an accident, the tiger will be killed with one arrow. "
As he spoke, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea. "It's true that I tested you, but I never wanted to take your life."
"You want my life?" Fang Zilan sneered, "Murong Qing, do you have the ability?"
"Sister, don't be brave." Murong Qing took a sip of tea, "If you are too strong, you will break easily. But I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Do you think I will still believe your words?" Fang Zilan stared at Murong Qing closely, and he raised his lips, "Sister, everything I said to you is true. With a person like me who predicts fate, you can protect me Are you not good?"
Fang Zilan couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to grab Murong Qing's neck. A little force would kill him.
"Prophecy of destiny?" Fang Zilan's eyes were full of disdain, and murderous intent was evident all over his body, "If I kill you, I will destroy this so-called prophecy of destiny in an instant."
"You won't..." Murong Qing's breath was unsteady, but there was still a smile on his face.
Fang Zilan also raised the corners of her lips and smiled cruelly, "Murong Qing, do you think it would be faster for an archer to shoot me, or for me to crush you to death?"
"Sister..." Murong Qing coughed twice and said calmly: "Dajing, the country you risked your life to protect, betrayed you. Miluo, my dearest relative of flesh and blood, betrayed me..."
Fang Zilan listened and couldn't help but release some of the strength on her hands. Murong Qing got a chance to breathe and said angrily: "Everyone wants us to die... Do we have to sit back and wait for death?"
