Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1515 Excuse Me

After Fang Zilan finished speaking, she opened the door, only to see Wen Ya standing straight with his back to her. Snow had started falling from the sky at some point, and a thin layer of snow covered his shoulders.

"Mr. Wen, you're still here?" Fang Zilan said as she raised her hand to brush off the snow on Wen Ya's shoulders. He turned around and looked over. "Mr. Fang, have you finished your meal?"

"Mr. Wen, please stop teasing me." Fang Zilan coughed lightly and changed the subject: "I'm going to go see Awan and Shangguan Min. It's already dark, why haven't they started setting off fireworks yet?"

Before she finished her words, a brilliant firework streaked across the dark night sky. It was fleeting but extremely bright.

"That's great." Fang Zilan sighed. Cong Rong happened to pass by with a food box and greeted her, "Master Fang, the table in the front hall is almost ready. Master Mo has also gone there. We are just waiting for you to arrive before we start eating."

"I'll be right there." Fang Zilan nodded in response and walked quickly towards the front hall.

The housekeeper brought the red envelopes prepared early in the morning to Fang Zilan. After she distributed the red envelopes to everyone present one by one, she instructed the housekeeper to give the remaining red envelopes to other people on duty.

Then everyone took their seats and started eating. Awan and Shangguan Min also ran in after setting off the fireworks.

As soon as Awan came in, she ran to Fang Zilan and asked for a red envelope. Fang Zilan patted her hands and said, "It's hidden in your room. Go back and find it yourself later."

A Wan sat down with a smile on her face and touched Shangguan Min who was sitting next to her. "Where's your red envelope? Did Lord Fang hide it in the room?"

"I..." Shangguan Min opened his mouth but wasn't about to say anything when he saw Fang Zilan waving at him. He stood up and walked over, calling her "Master".

"Disciple, you haven't wished me a happy new year yet." Fang Zilan sat upright, Shangguan Min saluted and said, "Master, happy new year, I wish you good health and no worries."

"Okay." Fang Zilan nodded with satisfaction, and asked the servant to bring a box and hand it to Shangguan Min.

Shangguan Min opened the box, his eyes full of surprise, "Is this the crossbow arrow made by Master Lu?"

"Yes." Fang Zilan took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "I'm not used to this thing. You can play with it."

"Isn't this... a bit too valuable?" Shangguan Min put the crossbow arrow back into the box carefully. "Although the weapons made by Master Lu are all precious, there are not many handed down from generation to generation. This crossbow arrow..."

"Happy New Year. Just take it if I ask you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Fang Zilan interrupted him, "Just think of it as the reward you asked for from the craftsman."

Deputy General Cao laughed at the side. Fang Zilan said with a smile: "Old Cao, you also have a share of the credit. What do you want? Tell me."

Deputy General Cao responded cheerfully, Fang Zilan ate, drank and laughed with him. Shangguan Min held the crossbow and looked at it over and over again. Awan took Wen Ya out to watch the fireworks after eating for a while, Xiao Xuaner and Cong Rong helped to set the dishes and add tea... The whole mansion was a scene of joy and peace.

Fang Zilan stood up, put on her cloak, walked under the eaves, stood beside Wen Ya, and said in a low voice: "It's rare for us to be together for the New Year."

"Yes." Wen Ya didn't look at her, his eyes still on A Wan who was setting off fireworks in the yard, "What else do you want to ask? Why not ask it all at once?"

Fang Zilan shrugged. "I didn't want to spoil the mood, but..."

"I know. Although Lord Fang is in a high position and in the limelight, he cannot keep the imperial physician in the mansion for many days." Wen Ya added: "Even if you don't ask, I will leave tomorrow." "Since you have said it, then I will ask." Fang Zilan moved closer to him and lowered her voice, "Is the poison in my body related to the Yin-Yang spell?"

Wen Ya's eyes flashed with surprise, "How did you know that?"

"I guessed." Fang Zilan gathered her cloak and said calmly, "You said this Gu has a main and a secondary. This statement sounds very much like the Yin-Yang School's theory."

Wen Ya didn't say anything, so Fang Zilan continued to ask, "Do you know Yin-Yang spells? Or do you have any relationship with the Miluo Yin-Yang family or the high priest?"

"The Yin-Yang family has been destroyed for more than a hundred years, and the only bloodline is the high priest." Wen Ya said in a calm voice: "As for the Yin-Yang spell, it is a secret technique that has never been passed on to others. Except for the high priest himself, no one else in the world can practice it."

Fang Zilan said thoughtfully: "So this Gu was not made by you, but by the High Priest of Miluo?"

"This Gu was brought back by my master from Miluo. I don't know whether it was made by the Miluo High Priest himself, or whether the witch doctor made it and asked the Miluo High Priest to bless it with Yin-Yang spells." Wen Ya said frankly: "All I know is the casting and effect of this Gu."

"Your master?" Fang Zilan's voice became much softer, with some indescribable meaning.

Wen Ya glanced at her sideways, "Have you checked me out?"

Fang Zilan hummed, and Wen Ya's expression was gloomy and unclear, "When can you find out all the people in Guimen, maybe you can get the answer you want."

"Do you know what answer I want?" Fang Zilan couldn't help asking. Wen Ya said faintly, "I don't know. But there is one thing I have never figured out - why did your mother die?"

"What do you know about my mother's death?" Fang Zilan's voice trembled slightly. Wen Ya whispered, "When the incident happened, there was a nobleman in the Ghost Gate who was burning incense in Baiye Temple."

Fang Zilan's heart tightened. Does that mean the so-called Ghost Gate Killer was just to protect that nobleman? She took a deep breath and said, "Isn't this an action planned in advance?"

"No." Wen Ya restrained his expression, "What kind of place is Baiye Temple? If it weren't for a natural disaster, how dare they do it?"

Fang Zilan bit her lips tightly. Wen Ya's words were almost consistent with her judgment. It was an accident. But what kind of accident could make the Ghost Gate Killer abandon the safety of the noble and actually start a fight in Baiye Temple?

However, apart from Ji Ningtian, the only people who could be called a noble person in the ghost gate were the former concubine Shu and Princess Wuqing. Who was in Baiye Temple at that time?

"The snow has stopped." Wen Ya's voice interrupted Fang Zilan's thoughts. She looked up and saw that the sky was much clearer after the snow stopped, making the fireworks in the sky even more brilliant.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen." Fang Zilan bowed solemnly, "From now on, I will never embarrass you again, and I will try my best not to embarrass you."

"Okay." Wen Ya nodded slightly, "Master Fang, I accept your gift."

"Sister Lan, Mr. Wen, it's cold, you should come in." Mo Han's voice came from behind the two of them. Fang Zilan agreed, and Wen Ya looked at Awan and said, "I want to watch the fireworks for a while longer. Mr. Fang, please go in first."

(End of this chapter)