Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 365 Injured
"Isn't it rude? Arrogant?" Fang Zilan took a step forward every time he uttered a word, and the corresponding young masters took a step back.

Until there was no way to retreat, the leader boldly asked, "Master Fang, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically, "When the foreign enemies came, why didn't you see a few young masters stepping forward? Now, it's so exciting to fight and kill the weak and immature ones. I don't know why? "

After finishing speaking, she glanced at the unresponsive faces of the young masters of the aristocratic families on the opposite side, and said sharply: "What are you still doing here? I'm going to ask you from house to house in Beijing to see who taught you this kind of thing." Disrespectful person?"

Before she finished speaking, the people in front of her were gone.She snorted coldly, turned her head to look at Murong Qing who was lying in the snow covered with mud, and asked, "Is your son alright?"

"It's okay." Murong Qing struggled to sit up, nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your help."

"It's just that I can't see it and say a few more words." Fang Zilan walked to Murong Qing's side, but saw that his face was pale, his brows and eyes were wrinkled, and he looked full of pain.

Fang Zilan bent down and stretched out her hand, "Is the prince injured?"

"It's nothing." Murong Qing didn't accept her kindness, and tried to stand up with his hands, but he fell back to his seat after lifting his upper body less than halfway up.
Fang Zilan looked at Murong Qing helplessly, knelt down and turned her back to him, "Come on."

"How does this make..." Murong Qing's voice became more flustered, Fang Zilan turned to look at him, "Then let Mo Han carry you?"

Murong Qing looked up at Mo Han who was standing aside, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand to climb Fang Zilan's shoulder.

Fang Zilan supported Murong Qing, and stood up after making sure that he hugged him tightly.Only then did she realize that he was much lighter than she expected, not at all the weight that a child of his age should have.

There was a little pity in her heart, and her hands tightened involuntarily.Then she looked at the little novice who had been standing in the corner for a long time, and said, "Little master, the show is over, please help me find a room to see how your son is injured."

The little novice nodded hastily, "Everyone, please follow me."

Fang Zilan asked Murong Qing who was behind him while walking: "The prince came to Baiye Temple, why is there no one around?"

"General Meng and a few servants accompanied Madam to chant scriptures." Murong Qing said obediently, "I felt bored, so I quietly came out to get some air. Who would have thought..."

He didn't go on, Fang Zilan knew in her heart, "It's better not to be single in the future."

"I see." Murong Qing leaned on Fang Zilan's shoulder and said apologetically, "Master Fang, let me go."

"It's not too late." Fang Zilan breathed a sigh of relief, and the little novice also hurriedly said: "The front is the wing."

After a few people walked into the wing room, Fang Zilan put Murong Qing on the couch, and said to the little novice: "Please ask little master to do me a favor again, bring Mrs. Shizi and General Meng."

"Amitabha, Mr. Fang is polite." The little novice saluted, "I'll go right away."

After the little novice left, Murong Qing pursed his lips, "If Mr. Fang has other matters, you might as well leave first. I'll wait here for them to come, and nothing will happen."

Fang Zilan stared at Murong Qing for a long time, then suddenly said: "I offended you."

Before Murong Qing could react, he saw Fang Zilan approaching him, subconsciously moved his body back, opened his eyes wide and said, "Master Fang, you..."

Seeing this, Mo Han shook his head, stopped Fang Zilan's movements, "Sister Lan, let me do it."

Fang Zilan retreated to the side without hesitation, Mo Han said softly: "It may hurt a little, please be patient."

Murong Qing bit his lips tightly, and let Mo Han unbutton his cloak, take off his shoes and socks, and lift up his trousers to reveal the wound on his leg.

Large areas of bruises and blood-oozing abrasions were set off by the snow-white skin.

Mo Han gasped, Fang Zilan's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and Murong Qing comforted him: "My skin is thin, and the injuries from bumps and bumps only appear to be serious. In fact, it's nothing to worry about. It will be fine after a while." .”

Fang Zilan remained silent, but handed Mo Han a thin white porcelain bottle, and after taking it, he began to apply medicine to Murong Qing.

"The prince is still young and his body is weak. Unnecessary injuries should be avoided if possible." Mo Han moved very lightly, but Murong Qing firmly grasped the thin cushion on the couch, and tried to keep his tone normal: "Thank you, Mr. Mo , I will pay more attention."

Fang Zilan stood with folded arms and watched, Murong Qing was originally thin and his complexion was a little sickly pale, but now that he looked closely, even the blood vessels under the skin could be seen clearly.Although he is still young, Mi Luo Mu's exquisite appearance can be vaguely seen in his eyebrows and eyes.

Such a well-born sick child can easily arouse people's sympathy and desire for protection.

Fang Zilan thought about this, and was about to look away, but saw the door of the wing was pushed open.

Meng Tingyang strode in and knelt down in front of the bed, "The future is late, please forgive me, my son."

Fang Zilan glanced at Meng Tingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, and Tao Zhiwei, who was beside the door with a look of astonishment, and said seriously: "Since Mrs. Shizi and General Meng are here, Mo Han and I will not bother you much."

"Thank you Mr. Fang today." Meng Tingyang saluted respectfully, Fang Zilan waved his hand, and left with Mo Han.

The little novice monk was outside the wing room, and after the two came out, he sent them to Qianshan.

When passing by the place where the dispute was just now, the little novice noticed a jade pendant on the ground with sharp eyes. He walked over to pick it up, looked it over carefully, and said: "This is the jade pendant of the loyal son."

Fang Zilan calmed down and said: "It is estimated that the son accidentally fell when he fell. Fortunately, the son is still in the temple, and it will not be troublesome to send it there later."

"What Mr. Fang said is true." The little novice nodded, and was about to put away the jade pendant when Fang Zilan walked over, "Wait a minute, little master, can you let me have a look at this jade pendant?"

"Master Fang, please." The little novice handed the jade pendant to Fang Zilan. After she saw it, she thought: "Little master, can I return this jade pendant to the son?"

The little monk smiled slightly, "Master Fang is willing to help, I am very grateful."

"Little master is serious." Fang Zilan smiled, "Then little master, go and do it yourself. After I returned the jade pendant to the son, I left on my own."

The little novice clasped his palms together, "Amitabha, there is Mr. Laofang, please help yourself."

Fang Zilan took the jade pendant back the same way, and Mo Han followed behind her in confusion, "Sister Lan, what's so special about this jade pendant?"

"I didn't see it." Fang Zilan shrugged, and Mo Han teased, "I didn't expect Sister Lan to care so much about the loyal son."

Fang Zilan looked as if her thoughts were being seen through, but she still said stubbornly: "I originally wanted to see if this jade pendant was related to the jade cicada that King Zhongzheng gave me. It’s okay for my little master to send it off.”

"Yes, Sister Lan is just kind." Mo Han couldn't help laughing, but Fang Zilan suddenly stopped, "Do you feel that it's quieter, and something is wrong?"

　Murong Qing was injured——

　　Fang Zilan: I have taken Yuchan from King Zhongzheng, so I want some snacks...

　　Mo Han: Dessert?What snacks?
　　Fang Zilan: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)