Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1625 Calm down
Murong Qing stood up slowly, feeling that his legs were weak. As soon as he took a shaky step, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, "Your Majesty, please drive."

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at the owner of her hand - Fang Zilan. Her expression was indifferent, with no hint of impatience.

Tao Zhiwei, who was following Murong Qing not far behind, raised her eyes and looked over. The nanny beside her already said, "What are you doing, Master Fang?"

Fang Zilan gently raised the plum sword, raised her eyebrows and said: "I'm just doing my duty. Grandma, do you have any opinions?"

The nanny took a deep breath, and before she could speak, she heard Fang Zilan say: "If you have any objections, please hold it back. I am the Duke of Jingyue, and it is not the turn of Miluo's nanny to come and discuss the rules with me."

"Master Fang, please calm down." Tao Zhiwei suddenly spoke out, her tone and tone were measured and elegant, "Ms. I can discipline you openly and honestly, but I hope Master Fang won’t take offense.”

Fang Zilan glanced at Tao Zhiwei and was about to say something when she saw Murong Qing put his hand into her palm and said softly: "Your Majesty, I'm here."

Fang Zilan lowered her head and looked at Murong Qing. There was no trace of fatigue in his eyes. His black and white pupils were clear and resolute. They were extremely beautiful eyes.

"Your Majesty, you're welcome." Fang Zilan took Murong Qing's hand, ignored the various looks from the people around him, walked straight to the carriage, and put Murong Qing on the carriage.

Tao Zhiwei's face turned pale, but she still followed step by step, like a delicate porcelain doll, stepping onto another carriage.

The Xing Ma who had just spoken put up the carriage curtain for Tao Zhiwei and then stood beside the carriage. The other people accompanying them also stood in line, with their elbows raised and their heads nodded, standing in unison.

Fang Zilan and Murong Xun greeted each other from afar, then mounted their horses and led the team back to Dajing.

Shangguan Min nodded rapidly, "If General Zheng hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known about this."

The two talked lively, but Zheng Yan remained completely unmoved, not even raising his eyelids.

Shangguan Min laughed twice and felt that his praise was like a pile of sand, blown away by the cold wind named Zheng Yan.

Fang Zilan felt bored, and after talking to Shangguan Min for a few words, she claimed that she had something to do, ended the conversation hastily, and went back to her room to rest.

As soon as she returned to her room, she saw Awan running in. She approached her mysteriously and whispered, "Fang Zilan, I want to ask you something."

"You say." Fang Zilan nodded slightly. Awan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Will my master also go to the Spring Hunt this time?"

"I think so." Fang Zilan said calmly, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"What do you mean by 'should'?" A Wan glared at her unhappily, "Please help me confirm it."

Fang Zilan looked at her with amusement, "You are so insincere to ask for help."

A Wan took a deep breath, "I don't care, will you help me or not?" "Do you have something to do with Wen Ya?" Fang Zi Lan asked instead of answering. A Wan softened her tone and said, "Last time you were shocked and unconscious, I suddenly had an inspiration and thought of a new prescription. However, this prescription is more risky. I'm afraid that I might accidentally kill you with the medicine, so I want to discuss it with my master first."

Fang Zilan stared at the person in front of her, which made her feel uneasy. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm afraid you'll kill me with the medicine." Fang Zilan raised her hand and pinched her face. "Can you think of something else besides practicing medicine and using medicine?"

Awan grabbed her wrist, trying to stop her movements, "Like?"

Fang Zilan added: "For example, there are many people in the Spring Hunting. Even if Wen Ya goes, how are you going to meet him?"

"Sister Lan, since His Majesty trusts you, you must live up to this trust." Zhuge Yu stopped what he was doing and said seriously, "Things have their priorities. The numerous government affairs are not an excuse for me to hold you back."

"So Ayu wants me to get started as soon as possible so that you can report to His Majesty and get a better position?" Fang Zilan's expression was indifferent and she was about to take the top document.

Zhuge Yu grabbed her restless wrist through her sleeve, "Sister Lan, just know it, don't make trouble."

"Really?" Fang Zilan didn't break free from his hand. She just tapped the document she was holding with her fingers. "Ayu, this is the report from last month. You put it in the wrong place."

Hearing this, Zhuge Yu loosened his hand and pulled out the document that was under Fang Zilan's hand. He held the document in his hand and calmed down, and remained silent for a long time.

Fang Zilan looked at the document he was holding tightly. Fine wrinkles spread from where his palms were exerting force. The wrinkled texture concealed his complicated emotions. She said with a firm look, "Ayu, you have something on your mind."

Zhuge Yu remained silent. Fang Zilan reached out and grabbed the other corner of the document. "If you don't want to say it, let me guess."

She looked calm, but exerted force on her hands secretly. "Your Majesty doesn't want me to participate in the New Year's Festival, right?"

Zhuge Yu's fingers loosened a little, and the document fell into her hands, with obvious fingerprints on it.

Fang Zilan's fingers stroked the creases, and with a little force, the paper was stretched out, and the wrinkles became lighter. "I will not lose face for anyone in the New Year's community play. Even if I play a demon, I will be the only one in history."

Zhuge Yu's expression relaxed a little, "It's not that I don't believe you. But Sister Lan, you should also know that this is no joke. The nine dukes and ministers were all conferred titles in front of everyone in the court, but your title of Duke of Yue was only announced to the world by His Majesty's imperial decree. Even if His Majesty's words are golden, you have been criticized by rumors in the capital. Why do you have to perform in the community play with the dignity of a duke and let people laugh at you? His Majesty intends to have you escort him during the spring hunt, as your first public appearance as the Duke of Yue, to shock the world."

"If someone deliberately humiliates me, even if I don't perform in the community play, there are other traps waiting for me, and I can't avoid them." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who doesn't have people talking behind their backs? I don't care what others say. What's more, it was the same when I was conferred the title of Duke of the North and left for the northern border. It was just an imperial edict. I'm used to it and don't care."

"Since Sister Lan said this, do you hold a grudge?" Zhuge Yu frowned slightly as if dissatisfied. Fang Zilan chuckled, "Your Majesty, I am so grateful for your grace that I can't even begin to hold a grudge. To me, these empty formalities are not important. As long as I hold real power, that's enough."

"Do you hold real power?" Zhuge Yu repeated this sentence in a low voice and said no more.

(End of this chapter)