Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1335 Cooperation

Xiahou Yunzhao pointed his sword at Murong Qing, "Even if Murong Xun was here today, I would not show any mercy."

"If I don't retreat, will General Xiahou kill me?" Murong Qing smiled slightly. Fang Zilan behind him frowned, put her hand on his shoulder, and said without hesitation: "Get out of the way, this is my business."

"Fang Zilan..." Murong Qingfu opened his mouth but was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "Be obedient. You don't think that General Xiahou dare not kill you, do you?"

The smile on Murong Qing's face froze for a moment, but it only took a moment for it to return to normal. "General Xiahou can kill me if she wants to destroy the Xiahou family..."

"The prince is threatening me?" Xiahou Yunzhao sneered, and the sword in his hand was already pressed against Murong Qing's chest, as if if he said one more word, it would pierce it.

Fang Zilan pushed Murong Qing away, stretched out her hand to hold Xiahou Yunzhao's sword, and allowed the blade to cut her palm, causing blood to flow freely, but she was unconscious.

"Since General Xiahou is here for me, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly." Fang Zilan remained motionless, "Why bother the prince?"

"Mrs. Prince, please be happy. I'll get straight to the point." Xiahou Yunzhao suddenly pulled out his sword, and blood fell to the ground in bright red.

Fang Zilan's injured hand clenched into a fist, and she gently raised it in a please gesture.

"The Duke of Xian Yue, Miss Fang San, and the Crown Prince's wife." Xiahou Yunzhao slowly spoke and said word by word: "The orphan of the previous dynasty, which identity is the real you?"

Fang Zilan's expression was stern. When Xiahou Yunzhao said the first half of the sentence, she was still able to hold it steady, but as soon as the words "orphan of the former dynasty" came out, she could no longer remain indifferent.

"Who is she? What does it have to do with you?" Hongtai's voice intervened at this moment. However, before he could say anything more, Fang Zilan snatched the plum sword from his hand and inserted it casually in front of Xiahou Yunzhao. "General Xiahou might as well guess again..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiahou Yunzhao's sword had landed on the side of her neck, "Okay, only now did I realize that it was you."

"It's me." Fang Zilan looked calm. Xiahou Yunzhao felt a surge of fire and said angrily: "Draw out the sword."

"General Xiahou, if you want to fight me, you need to make it clear." Fang Zilan made no move and looked at Xiahou Yunzhao steadily, "Who is the opponent you want?"

"Zixiu." Xiahou Yunzhao squeezed out the name from between his teeth. As he raised his sword, a strand of Fang Zilan's hair fell off her shoulders.

Fang Zilan still didn't even frown, let alone draw a sword. Upon seeing this, Hongtai wanted to step forward, but she heard her say: "It is natural to kill someone to pay for their life. I have nothing to feel wronged about."

"If you want to die, I will make it happen for you." Xiahou Yunzhao raised the sword again. Fang Zilan stayed there motionless, but her sword never penetrated her body.

"why?"

She paused and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I have killed so many people that I can no longer remember them all."

Xiahou Yunzhao's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and Fang Zilan curled her lips, "As long as I remember that I killed someone, and I admit it, that's enough."

"Why do you have to make a sword?" Xiahou Yunzhao's voice was a little lower, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "Then General Xiahou, why do you have to come here?"

"This is Yan'er, this is the Xiahou family..." Xiahou Yunzhao just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "This is my life, I accept it." "What do you have to accept it?" Xiahou Yunzhao was furious, "You only have one life, how many times can you pay? You compensate my Xiahou family today, what about tomorrow? Have you ever thought about..."

"I have thought about it." Fang Zilan interrupted Xiahou Yunzhao, "Unfortunately, the person who wanted me to live well the most is already dead."

"God bless the capital." Zhuge Yu said solemnly, and all the nobles and officials present bowed to Li Shengxuan on the tower. Even Wei Mao, who was always arrogant and aloof, was unusually solemn and dignified.

Fang Zilan looked around, and the word "prosperous times" came directly into her mind.

At this moment, she suddenly understood what Zhuge Yu said -

"If I can become the jewel in the crown of the Great Capital, it will be worth it even if I die."

The mountains and rivers will be forever stable, and the country and the world will be safe. If I can do something for this prosperous era, my life will not be in vain.

The lofty ambitions that arose spontaneously were echoed by the crowd, and finally came to an abrupt end when Xiahou Zhang, who was standing beside Li Shengxuan, said, "Your Majesty has an order."

"Your Majesty has decreed that Fang Zilan, the Duke of the North, is both loyal and righteous, and is resourceful and decisive. He is given the title of Duke of Yue, and his title of Duke of the North is handed over to King Quanzhi of the North. In addition, Wei Mao, the commander of the capital, is dedicated to his duties and is extremely brave and martial. He is promoted to Duke of Wei. I decree this."

After the imperial edict was read, Fang Zilan stood there in a daze for a long time. It was not until Wei Mao walked up to her and patted her shoulder that she came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Wei Mao took a few steps forward, turned around and looked at Fang Zilan who was still in a daze, "Master Fang, it's time to receive the decree and express your gratitude."

"I'm coming right up." Fang Zilan nodded hurriedly, and walked up to the city wall with Wei Mao and came in front of Li Shengxuan.

Fang Zilan's red dress was torn and her long hair was disheveled, making her look a bit embarrassed, but she still stood straight with her head held high. Amid the envious or contemptuous gazes of the people around her, she and Wei Mao calmly accepted the imperial decree of reward.

After the two of them received the order and expressed their gratitude, Xiahou Zhang announced on behalf of Li Shengxuan that the community drama was officially over.

It was getting late, and the people who had come to watch the opera dispersed like a tide, and the streets in the city returned to their original bustling state.

There were people in groups of three or four, some were visiting the night market and some were watching the lanterns together. It was very lively and bustling.

The red lanterns hanging high on the city walls lit up one after another, illuminating the red-tiled streets of the palace, making it look particularly festive.

Fang Zilan wanted to use the excuse that she was not well dressed and had a bad appearance to go back home first, and not show up at the New Year's Eve palace banquet. Unexpectedly, Li Shengxuan saw through her thoughts before she even opened her mouth.

When everyone was heading to Wanfu Palace, he asked Xiahou Zhang to take her to the Imperial Study under the pretext of tidying up her clothes. She couldn't refuse, so she had to send Awan and Deputy General Cao back to the palace to wait for her.

The charcoal fire in the imperial study was burning as brightly as usual, and the room was as warm as a spring day, which made Fang Zilan relax her tense nerves. Only then did she have time to check the wounds on her body.

In addition to the fact that her palm was cut by the sword when she took the sword, her forearms and legs were also cut by the sword in several places, but the wounds were covered by her red clothes and were not conspicuous. In addition, it was dark, so no one noticed that she was injured.