Seeing the expression in front of him becoming more and more empty, with only the people full of murderous intent remaining, Mo Yang panicked for no reason, "Fang Zilan, if Mo Han was here, I would never watch you destroy the Mo family..."
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price, right?" Fang Zilan suddenly flicked his sleeves, and Mo Yang's face turned pale, "What happened back then has long since passed. The Mo family has made mistakes, so you can't keep holding on to your mistakes. .”
"I can protect the Mo family, but I can also destroy it." Fang Zilan curled her lips, making people's hearts tremble, "Why should I care about the Mo family without Mo Han?"
She said, taking a step forward and approaching Mo Yang, "Wars always require someone to sacrifice the flag. If we can use this as a guide, the blood of the Mo family will not be in vain."
The pressure at close range made Mo Yang take two steps back unconsciously, "So you're not just here to see Mo Han, you..."
"Yes." Fang Zilan admitted confidently, "If I hadn't met you here, I would have made one more trip."
Mo Yang's face was pale and pale, but Fang Zilan's face was expressionless, "I have done my best to inform the Mo family in advance."
"You don't need to inform me." Mo Yang snorted coldly, "A gentleman named Pei has been here."
"Pei Xiaoze?" Fang Zilan said coolly: "With his courage, even if he finds something, would he dare to make it public?"
Mo Yang opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Pei Xiaoze, you don't take it seriously, but what about King Yucheng? If he finds out something..."
"If King Yucheng can't find out anything, it will be my dereliction of duty." Fang Zilan interrupted Mo Yang unceremoniously. He said in disbelief: "Did you recruit King Yucheng? Have you ever thought that he is a noble man?" Gui, how can you wallow in the mire in the southeast?"
"If King Yucheng can't do it." Fang Zilan raised his eyebrows and said casually: "I will stand up and end all this with my own hands."
"The Duke of Xian Yue is dead!" Mo Yang was furious, but he obviously lacked confidence, "Fang Zilan, who do you think you are?"
"Didn't you say that?" Fang Zilan raised the corners of her mouth to a just right angle, "I am Fang Zilan."
After she said that, she gently pushed Awan's hand away, took out a dagger, and pointed it directly at the wordless tombstone.
Mo Yang hurriedly grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist and frowned: "What are you going to do? Mo Han is dead, and he is also a guilty minister. This tombstone cannot be engraved with a name..."
"The body of a sinner?" Fang Zilan shook off Mo Yang's hand and staggered a step, "Is this how you see Mo Han?"
Mo Yang's expression was stagnant, and he watched helplessly as Fang Zilan carved one word after another on the tombstone, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and his whole left hand was shaking.
After carving the last stroke, Fang Zilan stood up unsteadily, bowed his head to the side of the monument, and whispered softly: "Mo Han, I'm not afraid anymore. When everything is over, I will go down to accompany you. Soon, I won't keep you waiting for too long. .”
Awan stood behind Fang Zilan and heard her words clearly. The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air tremblingly, but he did not dare to touch her.
Fang Zilan stood up straight and felt her eyes blur. The dagger in her hand turned over and faced her. Silver light flashed past. Everything she saw was bright red, but it was not her blood.
Murong Qing held Fang Zilan's dagger with one hand, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."
Fang Zilan subconsciously pulled out the dagger, completely injuring Murong Qing's hand until it was dripping with blood, "You..."
Seeing this, Awan finally came to his senses and hurriedly looked at the injury on Murong Qing's hand, but he avoided it, "It's okay, it's a small injury. It's good that my sister is not hurt."
Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said nothing. She just put away the dagger, turned around and walked out of the cemetery. Awan and Murong Qing chased her away, leaving Mo Yang alone, standing in front of the tombstone, which was engraved with——
He's been here and he's great.
*
Meng Tingyang watched Awan bandaging Murong Qing's wounds without saying a word. He felt angry, and he couldn't hold back and asked, "Your Majesty, what happened? Why are you injured, Mrs. Crown Prince?" But it’s like nothing happened…”
"Meng Tingyang, you talk too much." Murong Qing didn't even raise his eyelids. Meng Tingyang had no choice but to keep silent until the bandage was finished, and he politely thanked Awan.
Fang Zilan sat in the carriage and listened to their conversation. There was nothing in her heart. She was just thinking about how much the price would be if Murong Qing was involved in this game.
Therefore, when Murong Qing got on the carriage, what he saw was Fang Zilan sitting like an old monk, silently like a clay sculpture.
"Sister?" Murong Qing stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Fang Zilan's eyes. She looked at the snow-white gauze in front of her and suddenly thought, "Murong Qing, don't get involved in this mess in Southeast. As long as you promise me, I..."
She paused, and Murong Qing laughed softly, and sat next to her, looking at her with burning eyes, "If I agree to sister, what benefits will sister give me?"
Fang Zilan hesitated to speak, but the next moment Murong Qing pressed her lips, "Shh, don't promise me any illusory benefits."
After he finished speaking, he put down his hand, but Fang Zilan couldn't react for a long time, "What do you want?"
"Sister, you know what I want." Murong Qing smiled slightly, his eyes clear and innocent.
Fang Zilan's hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists, "Murong Qing, don't push yourself too far..."
"In this case, I will add another bargaining chip." Murong Qing's smile became even brighter, "I will not interfere in the mess in the southeast, and the Silver Armored Army is at your disposal."
"Aren't you afraid that I will drag you down?" Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, and Murong Qing smiled contentedly, "It doesn't matter, as long as I bet you to win, I'm willing to put down all my chips."
"How do you want me to bet?" Fang Zilan's eyes were heavy, and Murong Qing nodded calmly, "Whatever you want to bet on."
"If I lose, I will die, and you..." Before Fang Zilan finished speaking, Murong Qing said: "I will die with you."
Fang Zilan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she seemed to have made up her mind, "That's it."
"Sister, are you... agreeing?" This time it was Murong Qing's turn to be stunned. Fang Zilan said without hesitation: "This is the deal. I will go with you to Miluo in the future. No matter whether it is the prince's wife or the queen, there is nothing I can't do."
"It's a deal." Murong Qing stretched out his hand and high-fived Fang Zilan as an oath.
However, at this moment, Fang Zilan was thinking that if she could live to the day when she followed Murong Qing to Miluo, it would not be too late to regret it.
"Sister, if you regret it." Murong Qing seemed to have seen what Fang Zilan was thinking, and said solemnly: "I have many ways to make your life worse than death."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan was not frightened at all and said with a smile: "I have to live to the day I regret it."
