Don't ask where people go

Chapter 1351 Long term

"Go back and tell your young master a message." Fang Zilan said, stretching out her hand to pull Awan onto the horse, "The queen has issued an imperial decree, intending to return the land to the people, and her reputation will surely grow. He can't touch the Fang family. He can't kill me either."

Awan was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that Fang Zilan was going to use the ghost mask as a tool to spread news.

"Zi Xiu, why should we trust you?" A ghost could not help but question. Fang Zi Lan snorted coldly, "There are two ways. Either you die here, or go back and report. Maybe the young master will spare your life."

As soon as she said this, the ghost faces were shaken, so she continued: "Even if I am injured, I am more than capable of killing you. If you don't believe me, why not come up and give it a try."

The ghost faces hesitated, but in the blink of an eye, the plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand was unsheathed again, and a flash of silver light passed by, saving a life.

"Are you not leaving yet?" Awan reminded, and the ghost faces disappeared without a trace.

Fang Zilan breathed a sigh of relief, but A Wan, with a sullen face, pressed on: "Now that things have come to this, what exactly do you want to do?"

"It doesn't matter what I want to do." Fang Zilan said faintly: "What matters is that it's too late."

"What do you mean?" Awan frowned. Fang Zilan tightened the reins. "If you don't go back to the Fang family, it will be too late."

Awan didn't know the trick and didn't have time to think it through, so she could only follow Fang Zilan and rush to Fang's house.

Even Fang Zilan herself, only realized after she sent Hongtai away that she didn't have to take any action regarding the Zhongling Temple matter.

Although Master Ran Deng's reputation was great, it was not as important as the imperial court's laws. It was not that Xie Chen could not be dealt with, but it was more difficult to deal with. She could be a knife for Xie Chen. As long as she could save the Fang family, it would be like paying back the lives of the Xiahou family.

Unfortunately, Xie Chen may not be able to fulfill her wish.

What Xie Chen said that day was that the Fang family had made meritorious contributions while serving their sentence.

Now she realized that if she wanted to make meritorious contributions while serving her sentence, she had to be guilty. The case had not yet been concluded, and even if Fang Lihui was tried and the Fang family was implicated, it would be difficult to simply say that he was guilty.

However, since Xie Chen dared to say it, he was at least 50% sure that he could convict the Fang family. It was not an exaggeration to say that asking her to go to Zhongling Temple was to get her out of the way.

  If she went back too late and something happened to the Fang family, wouldn't all her hard work be ruined?

By that time, the situation was unclear. Would she really drag the Xiahou family down with her and die with the Fang family?

Fang Zilan felt as if she was falling into an icy cave. Seeing that she looked unhappy, Awan could not help but say, "Don't worry, with Lord Fang here, nothing will happen to the Fang family easily. Even if Lord Fang resigns, Mr. Xie should at least give him some face, right?"

  It would have been fine if Awan didn't mention Fang Chongzheng. But after she did, Fang Zilan got even more headache. The man who wanted to break up with her before clearly had the idea of ​​martyrdom. How could he possibly deal with Xie Chen any more?

With Xie Chen's abilities and means, and Xiahou Yunzhao by his side, if the Fang family lets him do whatever he wants, I'm afraid the whole family will be in trouble.

The more Fang Zilan thought about it, the more flustered she became. Seeing that she was silent, Awan thought that her consolation was ineffective, so she changed the subject, "Speaking of which, your injuries have not been treated yet. It has been delayed for too long..."

She stopped talking halfway. Fang Zilan's plain white mourning dress was stained with blood, but she seemed unaware of it.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zilan glanced over, and Awan shook her head and finally said nothing. In this world, there are always things more important than life. Awan understands this, but after working as a doctor for so many years, she understands better what it means to live a good life.

Only if you live long enough can you fight for the future.

But for some reason, she couldn't say such words to Fang Zilan. Perhaps she knew she couldn't persuade her, or perhaps she knew Fang Zilan understood everything, but due to internal and external troubles, no one had ever given her a chance to live a long life and fight for the future.

What Fang Zilan can fight for is always morning and night.

All she could do was to prolong these days and nights for Fang Zilan as long as possible.

Fang Zilan was busy with her hands. "There's news from the southeast, saying that Princess Rong'an helped make medicine to cure the plague. Have you heard about it?"

"I heard about it." A Wan said indignantly: "Prince Rong'an and his daughter are so shameless!"

"Princess Rong'an has taken away the credit that should have belonged to Qinghan. I'm afraid that Prince Rong'an will kill her to silence her." Fang Zilan placed the newly formed bracelet on the table and said in a calm voice, "In order to prevent Prince Rong'an from taking action against Qinghan, I have to give her something to save her life."

"You mean the golden plum blossom?" Ah Wan looked at the most eye-catching golden plum blossom on the bracelet in disbelief, and questioned: "I have been in the martial arts world for so many years, and I have never heard of the golden plum blossom being able to save lives. Fang Zilan, are you hiding something from me?"

"With your knowledge, you still have the nerve to say that you have been in the martial arts world for many years?" Fang Zilan looked at Awan with amusement. She pulled her sleeve unyieldingly, "That means you are hiding something from me."

"You and I have been in Guimen together for all these years, what can I hide from you?" Fang Zilan shook off Awan's hand in annoyance. She said unhappily: "When you were seriously injured and recuperating in Jiangnan, you were not in Guimen for more than half a year. Later, I heard from my master that if the owner of Cangjian Villa had not saved you, you would have died in Jiangnan."

"What did you say?" Fang Zilan turned her head to look at Awan, a hint of shock flashed in her eyes, "You almost died at that time, you wouldn't have forgotten this matter, right?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said, "I don't remember."

"Hey?" Awan asked tentatively, "Do you want to know? I'll tell you."

After getting Fang Zilan's consent, A Wan cleared her throat and said, "Back then, you were only fourteen or fifteen years old. You accepted a mission in the southeast and offended the Xiahou family's assassins. They chased you all the way and you fled to the Jiangnan Cangjian Villa. In the end, the owner of the villa rescued you, and the Xiahou family gave up."

She added, "If General Xiahou knew that you were Zixiu, we would be chopped into pieces and thrown into the sea to feed the fish. How could we possibly walk out of the southeast alive?"

Fang Zilan hesitated for a moment and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later, you hid in Jiangnan for about half a year, until your injuries were almost healed, and the owner of Cangjian Villa sent someone to send you back." Awan said as she recalled: "But not long after you came back, Cangjian Villa suffered a tragic disaster. I heard that there were more than a hundred people in the villa, and none of them survived. The entire villa was burned to ashes, as if it had never existed in this world. And..." She stopped suddenly, her eyes drooping, not daring to look at her.

Fang Zilan's heart sank. She was too familiar with this method. But she remained calm and said, "You said, I can bear it."

Awan's voice became lighter. "The fire at Cangjian Villa burned for three days and three nights. After the fire was extinguished, your purple plum branch was imprinted on the ashes."