Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1563 Relief

Li Qiyou's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and Li Qianning said meaningfully: "Brother Emperor, there is already a queen named Fang in the harem, and there is absolutely no way there will be a second one..."

"Xiao Ning." Li Qiyou's voice was a little deeper, which was an obvious warning.

"Brother Imperial, it will be your strong support when I marry Miluo in the future." Li Qianning lowered her eyes and whispered, speaking the most ambitious words in the most obedient manner, "Whether it's Mu Chuji or Mu Churui, they They will all be my subordinates. As long as the emperor wants to, Miluo will be the sword in your hand."

"Xiao Ning, you know that I have never..." Li Qiyou frowned, and Li Qianning said coolly: "Never what? Brother Huang, when you are born into the Li family, you are destined to fight for power and gain, and fight to the death. If not, why? Are you able to settle down and settle down?"

Li Qiyou's expression turned serious, and Li Qianning continued talking to herself, "Now Li Shengxuan treats you and my brothers and sisters well, but as long as he is in power for a day, there is no guarantee that he will not have other thoughts. He has foreign blood flowing through him. His blood, the capital should not be left in his hands."

"The Baiyue Xiahou family is not what my grandmother and mother said." Li Qiyou hurriedly argued: "Xiao Ning, don't do it..."

"So what?" Li Qianning stopped Li Qiyou's words, "Brother Emperor, even though I listen to my grandmother and queen and act domineeringly and recklessly, I am not really brainless."

As she spoke, her expression became more fierce, "Those who are not of my race must have different minds. In the past there was the Xiahou family of Baiyue, and in the back there was Fang Zilan, the Duke of Xianyue. If one day, I have to choose between Dajing Jiangshan and them. No, there is no guarantee that Li Shengxuan will not choose the latter."

"But His Majesty didn't choose Fang Zilan. If..." Li Qiyou didn't go on. If Li Shengxuan had chosen Fang Zilan, how could she end up in the situation where she is so injured and trapped in the palace today?

"Not choosing one night does not mean not choosing one's life." Li Qianning met Li Qiyou's gaze, "Li Shengxuan, as the emperor of the capital, will be doomed if he makes the wrong choice just once. He can die, but he wants the great power of my Li family. I will never agree to be buried with him in Jingjiangshan."

"Xiao Ning..." Li Qiyou looked at Li Qianning steadily, as if looking at the most familiar stranger. He never thought that his petite, willful and rebellious sister would have such thoughts.

But she was right, Li Shengxuan could die, she, Li Qianning, could marry, and he, Li Qiyou, could be shattered to pieces, but this was all for the sake of the capital, not for anyone else.

"Since your royal brother understands what I'm talking about, it's best to break up with Fang Zilan as soon as possible." After Li Qianning said that, she held her head high and left in stride.

She was still the aloof and the most noble woman in the whole capital, as if nothing had happened.

Li Qiyou looked at Li Qianning's back and breathed a sigh of relief. Since she had made up her mind, how could he stop? He might as well give her a ride, even if it was just for the sake of brother-sister relationship.

"Are you awake?" Awan's hand stopped in mid-air and she didn't have time to retract it. The next moment, Fang Zilan grabbed it tightly and sat up. "Where is Mo Han? I saw him just now..."

She suddenly stopped talking halfway, tears welled up in her eyes, and after a while she choked up and asked again, "Where is Mo Han?"

"Miss Fang, please be patient." Zhuge Yu couldn't help but speak, but he was hesitant, "Master Mo Han..."

"I want to go find Mo Han." Fang Zilan lifted the quilt covering her body and was about to get off the bed when she felt a sharp pain in her legs. She was powerless and fell back onto the bed. "Your legs are injured, so you'd better not move." Awan tried to hold Fang Zilan's shoulders, but she pushed her away. "I want to go find Mo Han."

She seemed to be possessed by a demon, repeating it over and over again almost stubbornly, as if she only knew how to say this sentence. Awan was frightened by her expression and quietly stepped aside.

Zhuge Yu stood up and blocked Fang Zilan, who was dragging her injured leg. "Sister Lan, Mo Han is dead."

Telling the truth was not as difficult as he had imagined, but for some reason, after Zhuge Yu finished saying this, he felt more and more stuffy in his chest, as if he was drowning, and he was almost unable to breathe.

Fang Zilan staggered back two steps, and her injured leg hit the edge of the bed. Before she could even cry out in pain, she fell onto the bed.

"I want to take Mo Han home." Fang Zilan gritted her teeth and climbed up from the bed. Zhuge Yu walked up to her, looked down at her and said: "Sister Lan, the situation is still unclear, you can't..."

"If I can't bring Mo Han back..." Fang Zilan stared at Zhuge Yu angrily and said sternly: "Then he will be buried in the Xu family's ancestral grave in the name of Xu Yi?"

Zhuge Yu was stunned. He knew that what Fang Zilan said was very likely to come true, but he still argued weakly: "If the matter ends here, it will just be that Xu Yi was murdered by a traitor. Otherwise, the New Year's social drama will be wrong. , in an attempt to disrupt the great capital of Zuo..."

"What are those things?" Fang Zilan interrupted Zhuge Yu's words with contempt, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhuge, don't you really think that a New Year's social drama can protect the longevity of the capital? What if that's the case? , everyone wears costumes and masks, dances and dances, why should civil servants devote themselves to it and generals fight bloody battles? "

Every word she said was so serious that it sounded like a slap in Zhuge Yu's ears, and in the ears of those outside the door, it felt like indescribable guilt.

Li Shengxuan stood alone outside the door, his face looking as depressed as ever. Mo Han's death was clearly not his fault, but he felt inexplicably guilty.

He immediately sent people to investigate why the props used in the New Year's social opera were replaced with real arrows, but nothing was found. Several heads of the Ministry of Etiquette who were in charge of the props had already committed suicide before his people arrived. .

Wang Quanrui wrote an apology letter overnight and sent it to the palace. It should have been on the desk in the imperial study room by now, but he had no desire to read it. After the storm subsided, he went straight to Fengyi Palace.

Just because he knew that the man in red who fell off the stage was not Xu Yi, but Fang Zilan's cousin Mo Han. Also, Fang Zilan jumped from the tower in desperation and injured her leg.

In addition, others did not know the secret behind it, but he knew it very well. Xu Youtong obeyed his secret order and went to Jiangnan to investigate the corruption case in the next year. Some people were in danger. This social drama was clearly aimed at his son Xu Yi. Mo Han was just a scapegoat. Now he wants to use the Xu family as a scapegoat. The identity of the young master is buried, and there is no more Mo Han in the world.

However, he did not dare to tell Fang Zilan the truth, let alone tell her that this was an unsolved case that was extremely difficult to verify, so he had no reason to go in to visit her and only dared to stand outside and take a peek.