Fang Lihui walked into the room. When he saw the two of them, he bowed first, and then sat down in front of them gracefully. His unceremonious look was a bit unruly, "I have to apologize for disturbing Mr. Fang's purity." no."
"Young Master Fang, there is no need to be polite. If you have anything to say, you can just say it." Fang Zilan looked at Fang Lihui calmly. He nodded and said, "Then I'll keep the story short. Miss Sassan will leave for Persia soon, and I will also go back to Persia with my cousin. We are returning to the capital together, so I came in advance to inform Mr. Fang."
Fang Zilan's face still showed the usual indifference, but her heart couldn't help but feel cold, "How did Master Fang know that Warners was going back to Persia?"
"I just had tea with Miss Sashan, she said it herself." Fang Lihui's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Fang Zilan tapped the table with her fingers, looking uncertain, "It's a pity, it seems that we are destined to be together after all."
She looked at Fang Lihui intently and said in a deep voice: "Is Young Master Fang satisfied with this result?"
"The year Murong Qing was born, he happened to meet the Miluo priest for divination. What did the Miluo priest say at that time..." Zhen Zhu suddenly stopped thinking and couldn't remember those words. She had to wave her hands and said: "I forgot the original words of the divination prophecy. Anyway, the general meaning is that a disaster star is about to be born among the Miluo nobles. This person will not only bloodbath the Miluo royal family, but also redefine the world."
"It's so vague, who knows if it's Murong Qing?" Fang Zilan obviously didn't believe it, but Zhen Zhu looked a little more serious, "It just happened to be a coincidence that there were nine newborns among the Miluo nobles that year, except for Murong Qing. All died young, so this prophecy naturally fell on Murong Qing."
"I don't think it's a coincidence." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "Since the late Emperor Miluo dared to poison Murong Qing, why didn't he dare to poison other nobles?"
"Well, Qianjinfang has been asked to investigate, and only two of them are sure that they did not die from natural causes. There is no evidence for the others, so Qianjinfang cannot make random guesses." Zhen Zhu shrugged, "But this is the prediction of Miluo Priest. Who dares to look down upon?"
"Priest of Miluo?" Fang Zilan said noncommittally: "When the Yin and Yang family was still alive a hundred years ago, it is not an exaggeration to say that the predictions made by the priests of Miluo were divine decrees. But in the great war a hundred years ago, all the Yin and Yang families were destroyed, including the last member of the empire. The high priest has been martyred, so how can there be any priestly prophecies in the world? It's just a trick used by the Miluo royal family to manipulate the people."
"Sister Xiu, you are wrong." Zhen Zhu bit her lip, her eyes full of awe, "The last high priest of the empire, who was also the strongest diviner of the Yin Yang family in later generations' legends, left behind a daughter. "
A flash of shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face, and Zhen Zhu slowly said: "Qianjinfang also learned this information by accident. This woman was originally hidden in Yancheng Villa, and was later secretly invited into the palace by Emperor Miluo and became a priest of Miluo. . Today’s Miluo priests are her descendants.”
"Then how credible do you think the Miluo Priest's predictions are?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep, and Zhen Zhu did not dare to look into her eyes. She lowered her head and said, "Although the outside world says that each generation of Miluo Priests is not as good as the last, the Priest's prophecies have also changed from the original ten The divination every year has become the divination every thirty years now, and there may be deviations, but everything will be fulfilled."
Fang Zilan chuckled softly, "Everything is true? I can believe it for the time being that Murong Qing will cleanse the Miluo royal family with blood, but redefine the world? I don't believe it. The world is so big that there is more than just Miluo. I regard this as a big capital. What is it? And where are the barbarians in the Northern Desert of the countries in the Western Regions?"
"I don't know about that." Zhen Zhu put her chin on her hands and said thoughtfully: "Let me think about it. Sister Mi'er told me before that the last priest predicted that Miluo would send out troops within thirty years. Defeat. Since the prophecy, Miluo has been defeated by Baiyue and Dajing successively. Even the neighboring tribes had civil wars. They invited Dajing to mediate, so as to avoid the flames of war burning their own heads."
Fang Zilan asked strangely: "Since the priest's prediction is so accurate, why don't the Miluo people listen to the advice and go to war?"
"Brother Wan said that there are always young people who are not afraid of death. They just want to try to see how high and thick the sky is." Zhen Zhu stretched out, "This means not turning back until you hit the south wall, and not looking back until you see the coffin." Cry."
Fang Zilan smiled, pretending to be regretful and said: "What a pity, the priest's prediction this time is not that Miluo will be defeated if he sends troops. Otherwise, I would have the opportunity to make a big fuss."
"Why don't you have a chance?" Zhen Zhu stood up, held her hands behind her back and held her head high and said with a serious look: "The Miluo people are fighting fiercely among themselves, but they are still willing to send troops to attack, and they are not afraid of losing all the wealth they have finally saved."
Fang Zilan coughed and said seriously: "Brother Wan doesn't know how to talk with his hands behind his back."
Zhen Zhu hurriedly put her hands in front of her and lowered her voice deliberately, "If Mu Chuji has a shortcoming in this battle, will Miluo's new emperor Mu Churui let Murong Xun go? If someone uses the priest's prophecy to fan the flames again, Miluo Will the royal family leave Chen and Murong Qing to raise tigers? Once a person is forced into a hurry, what can't be done?"
"Brother Wan means to kill Mu Chuji, force Murong Xun to rebel, let the Miluo people fight in their nests, and capital will reap the benefits?" Fang Zilan thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to kill Mu Chuji. , but forced to rebel against Murong Xun..."
She didn't say any more, and Zhen Zhu proudly said: "We Qianjinfang can do this, spread news to confuse people, and we Qianjinfang are good at it. Sister Xiu, don't worry, Sister Mi'er has already arranged it, I guess In a few days, the priest's prophecy will spread throughout Miluo, directing Murong to cleanse the Miluo royal family with blood and redefine the world."
"It's not enough." Fang Zilan's expression was dark and unclear, "What if Chen and Murong Qing really die, do you think Murong Xun will rebel? All the people he cares about are no longer in this world, and he will not change even if he kills everyone in the world. If he doesn’t take their lives back, unless he is blinded by hatred at this time, he will not fight back.”
Zhen Zhu was puzzled and said: "How can it be not enough? If it were me, I would definitely be thinking about revenge."
"Ordinary people may be like this, but Murong Xun was the loyal king of Miluo. A gentleman who was willing to change his name and watch his disciples die in order to be loyal. It is not that likely that he would rebel for the death of his wife." Fang Zilan pinched her finger. The tea cup turned, and a crack on the edge of the cup was particularly conspicuous. She held the crack in the light and said to herself, "Mu Churui's suspicion of Murong Xun is just like this crack."
"It just needs someone to touch it." She moved her fingers as she spoke, and the tea cup cracked without using any force. "Tell me, what would Mu Churui think if he learned that Murong Xun killed Mu Chuji?"
