Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1292 Returning Hometown

Fang Zilan stood up and said, "Please take good care of yourself, my lord. I won't bother you any more."

"Wait a minute." Murong Qing looked up at Fang Zilan, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Fang Zilan was silent for a moment and then said: "What if I say it has something to do with me?"

"If it has something to do with you..." Murong Qing paused and breathed a sigh of relief, "Then it has something to do with me."

"The prince is no longer sick, why are you still talking nonsense?" Fang Zilan snorted, and Murong Qing opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, she heard her say: "Even though I am the prince's wife now, I am also the prince's wife who is completely different from the prince. .I won’t drag you down, and I don’t need you to do anything for me.”

She looked down at Murong Qing condescendingly and said, "I made it very clear to you on the night we got married."

"What I owe you..." Murong Qing said quietly, "Don't you count it all?"

"Of course." Fang Zilan calmed her expression, "One day, I will ask you to get it back, but not now."

"This is a pool of muddy water." Murong Qing looked at Fang Zilan steadily, "You don't need to get in it."

"Whether it is necessary or not, I have the final say." A sharp look flashed in Fang Zilan's eyes, "However, since the prince knows that this is a puddle of muddy water, he should not get involved."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. As soon as she walked outside the door, she saw Meng Tingyang who was hesitant to speak.

"If General Meng has anything to say, you might as well say it directly." Fang Zilan stopped and stood ten steps away from Meng Tingyang.

"Madam, the prince, although the prince..." Meng Tingyang did not continue, Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "If General Meng has not made up his mind, you can talk to me later."

"It's not that I haven't thought about it well." Meng Tingyang took a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Crown Prince, although the Crown Prince is frail, he has ambitions. I don't want to see anyone drag him down, not even you, Madam Crown Prince."

Fang Zilan curled her lips with interest, "General Meng, I have saved the prince's life more than once or twice. If Awan had not taken action this time, it is still unclear whether the prince would have woken up."

"One code equals one code." Meng Tingyang said almost stubbornly: "If the Crown Prince's wife thinks that this can make the Crown Prince risk everything for you, it is absolutely impossible."

"Despite everything?" Fang Zilan repeated the word with a playful smile, "Sounds good."

Meng Tingyang's expression changed, but before he could speak, Fang Zilan said: "I'm just curious. The prince is now a hostage, and his life is precarious. Even if he is desperate, what can he do?"

After she finished speaking, she ignored Meng Tingyang's pale face and left another sentence, "The prince's recklessness is not in my eyes." Then she strode out of the yard. "Then how credible do you think the Miluo priest's prophecy is?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep. Zhen Zhu didn't dare to look into her eyes. She lowered her head and said, "Although the outside world says that the Miluo priests are getting worse and worse, and the priests' prophecies have changed from once every ten years to once every thirty years, and there may be deviations, but they all come true."

Fang Zilan chuckled, "All of them will come true? I can believe that Murong Qing will massacre the Miluo royal family in the future, but I don't believe that he will rule the world again. The world is so big, there is more than just Miluo. What does this mean to our Great Capital? And where are the barbarians in the Western Regions and the Northern Desert?"

"I don't know about that." Zhen Zhu held her chin with her hand, and said thoughtfully: "Let me think about it. Sister Mier told me before that the last priest predicted that Miluo would be defeated within 30 years. After the prediction, Miluo was defeated by Baiyue and Dajing successively. Even the civil war between neighboring tribes was avoided by asking Dajing to mediate. "

Fang Zilan wondered, "Since the priest's prediction was so accurate, why didn't the people of Miluo listen to his advice and start a war?"

"Brother Wan said that there are always young people who are not afraid of death and want to try how high the sky is and how thick the earth is." Zhen Zhu stretched lazily, "This is called not turning back until you hit the wall, and not shedding tears until you see the coffin."

Fang Zilan smiled and pretended to be regretful, "What a pity, the priest's prediction this time was not that Miluo's troops would be defeated, otherwise I would have had the opportunity to make a big fuss."

"Why is there no chance?" Zhen Zhu stood up, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and said sternly: "The people of Miluo are fighting fiercely among themselves, and they are still willing to send troops to attack. Aren't they afraid of losing all the wealth they have worked so hard to accumulate?"

Fang Zilan coughed and said seriously, "Brother Wan doesn't talk with his hands behind his back."

Zhen Zhu quickly put both her hands in front of her and lowered her voice deliberately, "If anything happens to Mu Chuji in this battle, will the new Miluo Emperor Mu Churui let Murong Xun go? If someone else uses the priest's prophecy to fan the flames, will the Miluo royal family keep Chen and Murong Qing to raise a tiger to harm them? When people are pushed into a corner, there is nothing they can't do."

"Brother Wan's intention is to kill Mu Chuji, force Murong Xun to rebel, let the people of Miluo fight among themselves, and let Dajing reap the benefits?" Fang Zilan thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to kill Mu Chuji, but forcing Murong Xun to rebel..."

Before she could continue, Zhen Zhu proudly interrupted, "We at Qianjinfang can do this. We are good at spreading news and misleading people. Don't worry, Sister Xiu. Sister Mier has already arranged it. It will probably be a few days before the priest's prophecy that Murong Qing will slaughter the Miluo royal family and rule the world again spreads throughout Miluo."

"It's not enough." Fang Zilan's expression was gloomy. "If Chen and Murong Qing are really dead, do you think Murong Xun will still rebel? All the people he cares about are no longer in this world. Even if he kills everyone in the world, he can't bring back their lives. At this time, unless he is blinded by hatred, he will not rebel."

Zhen Zhu was puzzled and asked, "How can it not be enough? If it were me, my mind would be filled with revenge."

"Ordinary people may be like this, but Murong Xun is the loyal king of Miluo, a gentleman who is willing to change his name and watch his students die for the sake of loyalty. It is unlikely that he would rebel because of his wife's death." Fang Zilan turned the teacup, and a crack on the edge of the cup was particularly conspicuous. She held the crack under the light and said as if talking to herself: "Mu Churui's suspicion of Murong Xun is just like this crack."

"It only takes someone to touch it." She moved her fingers and the teacup broke without any force. "What do you think Mu Churui would think if he knew that Murong Xun killed Mu Chuji?"

"Murong Xun is so rebellious that he actually dared to kill Mu Chuji..." Zhen Zhu subconsciously covered her mouth, "Doesn't that prove that Murong Xun is plotting a rebellion? He...he..."

Fang Zilan looked at her with amusement, "Zhen Zhu, help me pass a message to Mi'er. If you hear about Mu Chuji's death, spread the news in Miluo, saying that Mu Chuji was killed by Murong Xun."