"The people I want to see are all in this courtyard." Fang Zilan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretched out his whole body, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Others, just out of sight."
"It's just the others." Awan stopped and raised his hand to wipe his sweat, "You don't even see Mr. Zhuge. What's going on?"
As she spoke, she saw a silk handkerchief thrown towards her. Fang Zilan, who threw the silk handkerchief, wrote lightly: "If you don't want to see me, I'll see you there. How come there are so many reasons."
"Master Fang, did you quarrel with Mr. Zhuge?" Cong Rong raised her head from her embroidery and asked cautiously.
"It's nothing." Fang Zilan yawned and changed the subject, "No one has made things difficult for you during these days in Beijing, right?"
Cong Rong thought for a while and then slowly said: "I have nothing to do, but Mr. Mo. The Queen Mother wanted him to enter the palace before, but Her Majesty blocked him."
"What did the Queen Mother ask Young Master Mo to do?" Awan couldn't help but asked curiously: "And Your Majesty, why did you help?"
Fang Zilan narrowed her eyes, "It's probably the Empress Dowager's intention. I don't think she has any good intentions, so she naturally hides when she can. As for Your Majesty, I worked hard for him in Qiluo City, so he can't help me keep an eye on him?" "
"That's right." Awan nodded, shook the silk handkerchief around, and said in a different voice: "It's almost Double Ninth Festival, why are there no movement in the chrysanthemums in our courtyard?"
"It was already summer when I planted them, and I didn't expect them to bloom." Fang Zilan said, "It's good to be alive. We'll see next year. Let's enjoy the chrysanthemums outside during the Double Ninth Festival this year."
"Outside?" Awan frowned slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the housekeeper walking in quickly, "Master Fang, someone from the palace has sent a flower note."
"What kind of floral note do you want to send during the Double Ninth Festival?" Fang Zilan sat up straight and waved: "Bring it to me and see."
The housekeeper hurriedly handed over the flower note and explained: "Someone from the palace said that because this year was not going well, the two elders, the Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother, invited themselves to go to the temple outside Beijing to pray for the Double Ninth Festival. Please pray for blessings, we will set off tomorrow."
"Your Majesty means that there will be a banquet to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival?" Fang Zilan scanned the contents on the flower note at a glance, and the housekeeper nodded and said: "That's what the people in the palace mean. After all, the frontline war was tense during the Mid-Autumn Festival a while ago, and Beijing All the celebrations have stopped. Now that the world is at peace, we should have a good celebration."
"Okay, I understand." Fang Zilan casually put the flower note on the table, "Go and give a message to the people in the palace, saying that I will be at the banquet on time. Also, you can ask for me, Double Ninth Festival Can relatives be brought to the banquet, and how many people can be brought? Ask them clearly."
"Okay." The steward nodded in agreement, and then heard Fang Zilan say: "Thank you for your hard work, please don't forget to give me the reward."
After the housekeeper left, Awan helped Vice General Cao sit over and said, "In previous years, the Double Ninth Festival has never been held with such great fanfare. Even the palace banquet was very simple."
Fang Zilan picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, and said happily: "It's great to have festivals to celebrate, banquets to eat, fun to play and rewards to do, what to do with all that."
"I find that you are really big-hearted now." Awan fished out a melon seed, and Fang Zilan smiled, "If you go to hell a few more times, I guarantee that your heart will be bigger than mine."
"According to Lord Xu, those who have died under Miluo's iron hoof, ranging from generals and soldiers to common people, have their blood been shed in vain?" Fang Zilan said in a voice as cold as ice: "Xu Your Majesty's method only focuses on the present, and in future generations, the country will be destroyed forever. How is it different from drinking poison to quench thirst?"
Mr. Xu took a step back after what she said. Most of the other people in the hall were also timid and did not dare to come forward to give advice. Only Fang Chongzheng raised his eyelids and looked at the resolute figure. He said in his heart that it was indeed so. I sighed, with mixed feelings and couldn't tell what it was like.
Wei Subaru stared closely at Fang Zilan, who stood as tall as a pine in front of everyone and did not flinch. Suddenly, a kind of heroic spirit surged out of his chest, even though tens of thousands of people had gone there. He suppressed his emotions and looked elsewhere calmly. His eyes happened to briefly meet with Zhuge Ming's on the other side. When their eyes met, they both read a tacit sense of relief in each other's eyes.
The group of old foxes in the court, whether they are the peace seekers or the main war faction, are like a mirror in their hearts. If no one comes forward, they can only wait for General Shen from the southeast camp to arrive and drag the Miluo people away for a while. For just a moment, they can take a breather and gain some confidence whether they want to sue for peace or to fight.
But no matter how loud their little calculations are, General Shen has to hold them back. Therefore, someone secretly wrote a letter earlier to recommend Wei Subaru to go to Shennan. But once Wei Subaru leaves Beijing, who will fall into the hands of the camp on the outskirts of Beijing? Nothing more than his brothers. Li Shengxuan knew that many Wei family disciples were fiercely fighting among themselves, so even if Wei Subaru took the initiative to ask Ying to speak up, he might not agree.
Excluding Wei Subaru and the immobilized generals on the border, those who are capable of conquering and fighting can be used, such as Xiahou Yunzhao from far away and Fang Zilan from close by. Li Shengxuan knew better than anyone how much blood and tears were hidden behind the Xiahou family's stay in the old land of Baiyue. However, how could Fang Zilan, who was strictly guarded and still had to request an order to enter the court, fare better?
It's not that Li Shengxuan didn't call, but he didn't dare to call at will. In this kind of near-death battle situation, if you don't have a certain death intention and have a little luck, you can't buy time for the court. It's just a useless sacrifice and only increased losses.
What's more, the people in the Ministry of Revenue almost have the words "no money and no affordability" written on their faces. Who dares to act rashly? This is how discussions in the court are like quarrels in the marketplace. Fang Zilan took the initiative to stand up, letting them breathe a sigh of relief.
Fang Zilan looked sharp and looked away from them. Instead, she looked up at Li Shengxuan and said loudly: "I know very well that the Miluo people came here this time with bad intentions, and their whole body will be affected by a single move. I dare not ask your majesty to give me troops to fight." . But the military situation is urgent. If the Miluo people's offensive is still unable to be contained, they may come straight towards the capital like a rainbow. By then it will be too late."
She paused, the corners of her lips slightly curved, and a confident and free smile appeared on her face, "Fang Zilan is not talented, but he is still the one who conquered the Gilded City. Since I can do things that no military commander in the past has ever done. , so now I want to overestimate my own capabilities, stick to Qiluo City, and fight for ten days and a half for Your Majesty and all of you."
After saying that, she suppressed her smile and solemnly knelt down on one knee and said: "I, Fang Zilan, would like to issue a military order here, swearing to live and die with Qiluo City. I will survive the city, and I will destroy it if it is destroyed."
