Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1255 Stop

Marquis Meng Tingyang was at the entrance of the palace, pacing back and forth anxiously. When he saw Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu bringing out Prince Zhongzheng and his wife, his hanging heart finally calmed down a little.

But when he saw the blood stains on the two people's bodies, Meng Tingyang couldn't help but gasped, "This is..."

"Now is not the time to talk." Zhuge Yu's expression was dark and unclear. He handed Murong Qing over to Meng Tingyang, "I also ask General Meng to take the prince and his wife back to his residence for treatment as soon as possible."

"Yes." Meng Tingyang nodded, then called his men to put Murong Qing on the carriage, and then bowed respectfully to Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu, "Thank you two nobles."

After saying that, he straightened up and looked at Fang Zilan in Li Qiyou's arms, "Your Highness King Yucheng, please hand over the Crown Prince's wife to me."

Li Qiyou ignored it, Zhuge Yu frowned slightly and reminded him: "His Royal Highness King Yucheng, Miss Fang San is now the wife of the Zhongzheng Crown Prince, you..."

"I know." Li Qiyou intercepted Zhuge Yu's last words and repeated quietly, "I know."

Meng Tingyang looked at Li Qiyou, then at Zhuge Yu, and said in embarrassment: "His Royal Highness King Yucheng, Master Zhuge, the prince and his wife are all seriously injured. If we are delayed, what if..."

"She will be fine." Li Qiyou interrupted Meng Tingyang in a deep voice, and finally handed Fang Zilan over.

Meng Tingyang responded sarcastically, but before he could take Fang Zilan's hand, he saw a dark shadow grabbing Fang Zilan's arm before him.

"General Meng, as a man, has many inconveniences. You might as well leave the Crown Prince's wife to my care."

The woman was dressed in black sacrificial robes, with a black gauze covering her face. Her face could not be seen clearly, but her voice was clear and clear, which made people shocked when they heard her. She was the high priest who was standing on the high platform just now.

Qi Yuming smiled slightly and said, "The person I want is going to make things difficult for Mr. Fang. Why don't you let me take him away, which will make Mr. Fang a worry."

"The person who makes things difficult for me?" Fang Zilan lowered her eyes thoughtfully, her expression gradually becoming serious, "The person you want is Shangguan Linglan?"

"Exactly." Qi Yuming nodded and said, "Both Shangguan Linglan's grandmother and father have some relationship with my Qi family, so it's not an exaggeration to call her an old friend. I can't just sit back and ignore my old friend's daughter."

"People say that the forces in the north are intertwined, and today it turns out that this is true." Fang Zilan relaxed, "Since Shangguan Linglan is the daughter of Master Qi's old friend, Master Qi can just take her away. I promised her Aunt Huo Sanniang, if you want to take good care of her, it will not be a failure if you leave her to Master Qi now."

Qi Yuming received Fang Zilan's approval, clasped his fists in a salute, and said loudly: "Qi Yuming will do his best."

"You came to my house this time just to take care of me?" Fang Zilan squinted her eyes, a look of tiredness appeared on her face, "Is everything okay over there in the military camp?"

"Everything is fine." Qi Yuming said, half-covering his face with his sleeves, and coughed a few times, "Vice General Li asked me to bring a message to Mr. Fang, saying that nothing happened in the army, and that Mr. Fang should rest in peace."

"Okay. You're seriously injured. Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do." Fang Zilan said as she motioned for Awan to check on the three of them. Awan couldn't say much because of her face, so she had to go forward to check. The injuries of three people.

Awan quickly bandaged the wounds of the three of them, and then went to the kitchen to boil some medicine for oral use and delivered it to the three of them. Seeing that the three of them drank the medicine, she felt relieved and kept busy until midnight. .

Fang Zilan directed several nursing staff to take away the assassin's body and clean up the blood stains in the courtyard. After everything was tidied up, he happened to see A Wan coming back and walking to the corridor, sneezing several times in succession while walking. Seeing this, Fang Zilan hurriedly took a cloak from the house and put it on Awan, "It's early winter in the north, so don't catch a cold."

"Now that I think about it, I care about me." Awan sighed helplessly, "You also said that others are brave, but I think you are the bravest one. Do you know how scared I was just now?"

"Awan can't trust me?" Fang Zilan's tone was full of teasing, which made Awan couldn't help but shake his head, "Why are you showing off? If the assassin hadn't been shocked by the last sword just now, you would have been the one who died. ”

"What do Awan think of that sword?" Fang Zilan was not worried and looked at Awan with a smile. She shrank her body into her cloak and said in a low voice: "It's good, it's really good. A little more is less deadly." One point is insignificant, he deserves to be the best in the world.”

Fang Zilan knelt down, with a smile on her face, "It's rare for our Awan to praise me so directly. What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that I underestimated you before." Awan turned her head away, not daring to look directly into her eyes, "I heard from Master that the poison on your body was so powerful, and I always thought that it was the poison that made you the best in the world. . Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that if this poison is applied to others, they may not be the best in the world. "

"Awan?" Fang Zilan called her name uncertainly.

She turned her head and looked at Fang Zilan, with a complicated expression on her face, "You can achieve this point just by recovering your strength, without any internal strength. This is not something you can do in a day. It is really amazing to be able to practice to this level."

When she said the last sentence, the expression on her face faded, and was eventually replaced by relief, and a trace of admiration and envy flashed in her eyes.

Fang Zilan wanted to say something, but she heard Awan's voice again, "This is the first snow in the north this year. It's really different from the capital."

The voice was still as crisp and sweet as a child, but Fang Zilan didn't know why, but she always felt that the Awan in front of her tonight was different from the chirping little girl next to her.

A Wan's deep look made her suddenly understand that everyone in the ghost sect, regardless of age, had a different heaviness than ordinary people.

Fate? This word came into her mind like a spell, causing her to slightly raise the corners of her lips.

She doesn't believe in fate. Even if there is such a thing, she has the final say.

If she couldn't hold this life in her own hands, how could she be willing to do so?

Awan, who was admiring the snow on the porch, wrapped her cloak tighter. There was a sense of indifference and loneliness in her eyes, but there was no innocent joy of a child.

Fang Zilan felt some inexplicable depression in her heart when she looked at her. Her legs were numb after squatting for a long time. She stumbled to stand up and patted the falling snow on her clothes.

The fine snowflakes melted half and soaked the clothes, and the chill was refreshing.

"It's late at night, let's go back. There is still time to enjoy the snow in the future, and this night is not the last time." Fang Zilan said, reaching out a hand to pick up a snowflake outside the corridor, letting the snowflake melt in her palm.

She smiled lightly, stretched out her other hand to hold Awan's hand, and held her warmly back to the house.