Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1627 Chance Encounter
Murong Qing said sternly, "My wife came to the general's mansion to celebrate General Fu's birthday, but she hasn't returned yet. As a husband, shouldn't she come?"

He spoke so matter-of-factly that Li Qiyou was speechless for a long time. Fang Zilan in the hall heard what he said and thought to herself, what he meant by preparation was to surround the general's mansion with soldiers? But this risky move was tantamount to seeking death, which was not like the cautious hostage who was in danger of losing his life at any moment.

But for some reason, Fang Zilan felt that this was something Murong Qing could do. However, the purpose behind it was not as simple as just for her.

Seeing that no one came out, Murong Qing slowly walked up the stairs, went around Li Qiyou's side, and seemed relieved when he saw Fang Zilan was unharmed.

"General Fu, as the birthday boy, looks a little embarrassed." Murong Qing unceremoniously sat down on the main seat where Fu Congnan was supposed to be, and looked at Fu Congnan, who was held by Hongtai and covered in blood.

"Murong Qing, you don't have the right to speak in my house..." As soon as Fu Congnan opened his mouth, Murong Qing stopped him, "General Fu, it's not up to you whether I speak or not."

He smiled slightly, "Since General Fu is unwilling to let my wife go, how about I make a deal with the general?"

Fu Congnan spat, "You two young couples are really the same as each other."

"Oh?" Murong Qing said meaningfully, his eyes turning to Fang Zilan who was standing with a sword, "Madam, should I negotiate this deal with General Fu, or you?"

Fang Zilan sheathed her sword, "I'm not interested in the prince's transaction. Since I have nothing to do, I'll take the first step."

"Okay." Murong Qing nodded and said toward the door: "Meng Tingyang, send your wife and her family back."

Hearing this, Fang Zilan glanced at Hongtai, and he left Fu Congnan and picked up Fang Lihui. Awan pulled Fang Zitong's sleeve and signaled her to leave.

Fang Chongzheng stood up and said to Fang Zilan in front of him: "Lan'er, if you decide..."

"Let's go." Fang Zilan didn't look back and walked out resolutely.

Until I walked past Li Qiyou and heard his voice, low and firm, "I want to stay."

"It's up to you." Fang Zilan didn't stop until all the Fang family members walked out of the hall, and the door suddenly closed like a cage to trap an animal.

But for Fang Zilan, nothing mattered, at least she brought Fang Lihui out.

After sending everyone back to the nearby Fang Family Courtyard, Awan offered to treat Fang Lihui, and Fang Zilan followed her and did not return to the inn.

It was night, Fang Zilan was sitting on the railing of the corridor, looking up at the dark sky with no stars or moon. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Fang Chongzheng said in the general's mansion, "It's going to be dark."

Based on her understanding of Fang Chongzheng, he would not say such things for no reason, which meant that he had already seen it...

No, a subtle sense of dissonance arose that could no longer be ignored.

Fang Zilan stood up suddenly, but saw Fang Chongzheng push open the door and walk out, walking straight in front of her, "Why are you..." She didn't ask any more, Fang Chongzheng smiled, "The night is long, you can take your time."

Take it easy? When Fang Zilan heard these three words, she only felt the tip of her nose sore, as if the tight bow string had finally relaxed, more like a person who was tired of running for his life finally got a moment of respite.

"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'm going to find Mo Han." Fang Zilan pulled back the quilt covering her body and was about to get off the bed when she felt a piercing pain in her legs. She was unable to exert any strength and fell back onto the bed.

"Your leg is injured, so you'd better not move." A Wan tried to hold Fang Zi Lan'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.