"It used to be." Fang Zilan said directly without hesitation: "When I was the Duke of Beiguo, the deal with His Majesty was already concluded."
"In that case, how about I negotiate a new deal with you?" Li Shengxuan looked a little more serious, and Fang Zilan was silent for a moment. "If it were Zi Xiu from before, he might agree. But Fang Zilan in front of His Majesty will not agree."
Li Shengxuan's eyes were heavy, "You don't even ask me what kind of deal I'm talking about, so you're going to reject me?"
"There's no need to ask." Fang Zilan said with a determined expression, "In the past, Zixiu never took her life seriously, whether it was other people's or her own. So as long as the conditions were negotiated, she would complete the task at all costs. But in front of His Majesty Fang Zilan not only values his own life, but also values something more than his life. I can no longer negotiate a deal with His Majesty."
"That's it." Li Shengxuan sighed softly and looked relieved, "It's getting late, please step back."
"Yes." Fang Zilan responded and stepped back. Li Shengxuan looked at her back and couldn't help but think, what is the thing she values more than life?
At first, when she was young, she followed her mother to light a lantern in the temple. An old monk standing by asked her mother, "Mrs. Qin, do you have any wishes for lighting the lantern?"
The mother did not answer, but took out a piece of yellowed paper from her purse and handed it to the old monk with great care, "This is his only wish in this life, and it is also my wish, please master."
She tiptoed forward and saw the old monk open the paper. She could only recognize the first two words on it, so she read out hesitantly, "Mountains and rivers?"
"Yonggu." Mother touched her head and said softly: "Lan'er, it's a good time to study. Don't touch the sword to avoid disaster."
Suddenly the dream changed. Under the dim candlelight, a woman held her hand and asked timidly: "Aunt Zhen, where are you?"
The woman she called Aunt Zhen looked at her intently, until she was frightened. After an unknown amount of time, she finally said, "Does Xiaolan like my Tian'er?"
She did not answer, and the woman continued talking to herself, "Xiaolan, Tian'er is your only destiny. Tian'er's queen can only be you, do you know? In this life, you can only love him and protect him. Understand?"
As the woman spoke, she had an almost crazy look on her face. She seemed to be afraid and wanted to throw away the woman's hand. However, she was too young and not strong enough, so she was pulled tighter by the woman. She shouted "No" loudly, but she couldn't. No one paid any attention to her.
Then the dream changed again, with apricot flowers and smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She held an oil-paper umbrella and said to the trembling children hugging each other: "From today on, I, Zixiu, will protect you. If anyone hurts you at all, , I will definitely return ten points."
"Sister Xiu!" The child's crying continued, but it was already another scene.
She frowned and took out a pack of golden plum blossoms from her arms and threw it away, "Take it for yourself and don't bother me."
Another lazy voice sounded, "How can you coax a child like this?"
"It was just a moment of kindness to save you. If one day I get tired, I might kill you all." She raised her eyebrows with a casual and indifferent expression.
"Just kill, you are the one who saved your life anyway. Every day you have lived for the past few years has been earned." The man seemed to have brought a medicine bottle over and untied her belt without any explanation, " Apply medicine."
She raised her head, but she couldn't see the speaker's face clearly. She could only hear the voice muttering in a broken voice, "Why is this little brat from the Xiahou family so cruel? He almost broke his bones."
"It doesn't matter if you are cruel, aren't they all killed by me?" She said with a hint of regret in her expression, "It's a pity that Xia Houyan didn't come. I originally wanted to see what the Xiahou family's sharpest knife looks like. "
"Even if I come, I will die by your sword. It's better not to come." The speaker was not angry, so she asked, "Why must he be the one who dies?"
"Don't you just spell ruthless to kill?" The speaker's voice was a little lower, "Zixiu, I have never seen anyone more desperate than you. Do you want to destroy yourself?"
She did not answer, but changed her voice and said, "Make me three more golden plum blossoms. When I kill those three people, I will come and get them."
"Zixiu, that's the Xiahou family. If you offend them, you won't get any good." The speaker seemed to be anxious, but she didn't care. "I will do whatever the young master orders. This is the rule."
"Then if your young master wants your life one day, how will you deal with it?" The speaker's tone of hatred made her laugh out loud.
At the end, she wrote lightly: "If he really wants it, then give it to him."
The dream was spinning again and again. She pointed at a tablet and looked at Ji Ningtian intently, "Are you still lying in front of Aunt Zhen?"
"Lan'er, I have never lied to you, why bother..." As soon as Ji Ningtian's argument came out, she was interrupted, "If you want to marry Princess Rongan, kill me."
"Lan'er, who else can I marry besides you?" Ji Ningtian took a step forward, pulled out her plum sword and put it on the side of her neck, sincerely, "If you don't believe me, why not kill me."
…
She shuttled back and forth between dreams, looking over and over again with cold eyes, and finally realized something was wrong.
She had no memory of the events in Jiangnan and the Xiahou family, and she only had a vague outline of the life with her mother and the past of the prime minister's house.
She originally thought it was caused by her falling into the water and changing her skin, but this dream told her that this didn't seem to be the case. She has been here for a long time, and her deep-rooted memories are all related to the Ghost Gate. She remembers everything there clearly.
But then she thought about it and it still wasn't right. Even if it was the ghost gate, she didn't remember it completely. The clearest memories were only those of the past few years. Before that, it was as if there was fog covering the snow, and it was so white that it was hard to see clearly.
If it wasn't a side effect of the poison, someone had given her a drug to erase her memory. Once this sudden thought came up, she couldn't put it back. She ran through the timeline and thought about all the medicines she had used.
Assuming it's the latter, considering the fact that she is poisoned, the people in the ghost sect would not dare to use any strong medicine to erase her memory, and they would have to do it without realizing it for months and years.
The one who can do this is either Wen Ya or A Wan. But Awan had only been with her in the past two years, and the medicine she used before was all given by Wen Ya.
The last medicine Wen Ya gave her was the life-saving medicine in the celadon bottle. As a killer who lives on the tip of a knife, she often uses life-saving medicine.
Could it be the drug that erases memories?
Fang Zilan was thinking hazy, almost unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality. Until she heard a voice saying: "I don't care what you and Vice General Cao said..."
