Fang Zilan thought like this, pushed the door 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.
Early on the next morning, Fang Zilan selected several deputy generals to lead troops to guard the city, while he led his troops out of the city to fight against the Miluo people.
The two parties stood still, and her eyes stopped on General Miluo. As expected, it was not Jiang Hanze, but a good-looking young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man sent someone to call the formation and said he wanted to fight her alone. She was not surprised after hearing this. She rode up to the Miluo people and said to the young man: "Who is coming? Tell me your name."
"Woman?" The young man looked at her carefully from top to bottom, as if he didn't hear her words at all, and asked casually: "Who are you?"
Fang Zilan raised her voice and said: "Dajing, Fang Zilan."
"Duke Yue of Dajing?" The young man looked at her with interest, "Is it you who destroyed the Gilded City?"
Fang Zilan did not answer, but raised her plum sword and pointed it at the young man, "I will never fight with a nobody."
The young man smiled slightly and said, "Miluo, Mu Chuji." As soon as he finished speaking, the person was approaching.
Fang Zilan blocked his attack casually, but she was shocked in her heart. Mu's surname was Miluo Emperor, Mu Chuji? If she remembered correctly, he should be the younger brother of the new Emperor Miluo, King Mu Chuji of Qi.
"No wonder Jiang Hanze doesn't get any favors from you." Mu Chuji raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, "I'm just going to attack you. I'm doing the right thing this time."
Fang Zilan smiled coldly and suddenly turned from defense to attack. The plum sword in her hand struck fiercely and went straight to the door in front of Mu Chuji. However, he calmly dodged by holding the saddle with one hand, "Sister, you have such good martial arts, where did you learn it from?"
"You are young and have a slippery tone." Fang Zilan stabbed his forearm with a backhand sword when he was sitting back on the horse and was unsteady. "I think your skill with your hands is not as good as your skill with your mouth." just in case."
Mu Chuji didn't care about the injury on his arm, and said with a leisurely smile: "Sister, would you like to come back to Miluo with me?"
"The national mourning in Miluo has not yet passed, so I thought it would be okay to add one more thing." Fang Zilan's moves were fast and ruthless, with a strong aura of violence, "Are you right, His Highness King Qi?"
"You..." Mu Chuji was overwhelmed by her overwhelming and passionate murderous intent. In a flash, the armor on his chest was cut open, and he immediately clapped his horse and took a few steps back.
Fang Zilan quickly caught up with him, not giving him a chance to breathe. Blood splattered everywhere in the flash of cold light.
In order to avoid the vital point, Mu Chuji fell off his horse. The deputy general behind him rushed up anxiously, but was knocked off his horse by Fang Zilan's sword.
She shook off the blood on her sword and said every word with incomparable arrogance, "Anyone who offends our capital will be killed without mercy." After saying this, she raised her hand and Vice General Cao led all the soldiers to swarm forward.
The Miluo people charged into the battle, hurriedly rescued Mu Chuji, fought and retreated, and returned to the camp in defeat.
Seeing this, there were cheers and cheers behind Fang Zilan, but she was not happy at all. Now that Mu Chuji is seriously injured and Jiang Hanze is also seriously injured, Murong Xun will rush to Qiluo City at high speed...
As a result, the Miluo army merged into one force and came fiercely. Can you hold it for a month?
She spat in her heart, not allowing herself to think about such frustrating things anymore, and turned around and returned to Qiluo City.
Zi Lan didn't have time to rest after returning to the city, so she first asked Vice General Cao to count the casualties, and then went to General Shen's mourning hall to offer a stick of incense. "General Shen, don't worry, I will do my best to defend Qiluo City. One day , we will drive the Miluo people out of the capital and regain their lost territory."
