Don't ask where people go

People in a foreign land seem lonely even during festivals. Fang Zilan felt very uncomfortable thinking about it, and took the wine glass on the case casually, but the moment he smelled the aroma of wine, he suddenly thought of Awan.

Before she left, A Wan gave thousands of instructions and talked about her for a long time, one of which was not to drink alcohol.Recalling A Wan's stern face and exhausted appearance, she had better be obedient and obedient, and immediately put the wine glass back.

During festive seasons, she misses her family a lot, and speaking of it, she still misses Awan a little.If Vice General Cao was seriously injured and needed someone to take care of her, A Wan would have followed her to Lincheng, and she would not have been so lonely.

Murong Xun saw Fang Zilan heaving and sighing, so he took the initiative to ask: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Mr. Fang misses his relatives?"

"Probably." Fang Zilan looked at Murong Xun, and wrote lightly: "The prince seems to be in a peaceful mood, and he seems to be completely unaffected by the festival."

"I'm just used to it." The corners of Murong Xun's lips curled up, and there was an indescribable bitterness in his smile, "Tomorrow, Qing'er will arrive in Lin City."

Fang Zilan put her hands on the table and said thoughtfully: "Your Highness, do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes." Murong Xun nodded and said: "Qing'er is weak, and has to stay away from his homeland at such a young age, I..."

He didn't go on talking, and the lieutenant at the side turned away the people accompanying the banquet with great eyesight, and Fang Zilan was the only one sitting at the banquet for a while.

"Don't worry, my lord, the son is only going to Beijing as a hostage, and no one will embarrass him." Fang Zilan spoke politely, and Murong Xun looked at her intently, "Master Fang is serious?"

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of allowing Miluo's relatives to enter the country as hostages. This is your Miluo monarch's idea." Fang Zilan said in a low voice: "In that case, why should I ask for trouble and embarrass my son?"

"I believe that your country is benevolent and will not treat Qing'er harshly, but..." Murong Xun hesitated for a moment, Fang Zilan tapped his finger on the table, "My lord, I can't guarantee what will happen in the future, but the son is at least safe in Dajing Wuyu, I think you know this better than anyone else."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Murong Xun said anything, the lieutenant beside him had already called Mr. Fang in displeasure.

Fang Zilan curled her lips, stopped moving her fingers, folded her hands in front of her body in a proper manner, and sat upright, saying: "My lord, your lieutenant general respects the rules. I will give you this face, but there will be no next time."

Murong Xun coughed lightly, "Miluo has strict rules and regulations, I hope Master Fang will forgive me."

"My lord, I've said everything I need to say. If you still have doubts, there's nothing I can do about it." Fang Zilan stood up slowly, saluted and said, "Thank you lord for your hospitality today. I'm a little tired, so I'll leave first."

"Lord Fang, wait a minute." Murong Xun didn't care about the rules, and walked up to Fang Zilan suddenly, "I invite Master Fang to come here today, in fact, I have something to ask for."

"Are you asking for something?" Fang Zilan's eyes were deep, and Murong Xun bowed solemnly: "I also ask Mr. Fang to agree."

Fang Zilan straightened her sleeves slowly, "My lord, tell me, what do you want to ask for?"

"I have two things to ask." Murong Xun said solemnly: "First, when I am in Dajing, I will let Qing'er go to the village to do as the Romans do, follow the etiquette rules of Dajing, please help Master Fang, and don't let anyone Miluo's etiquette rules are strict with Qing'er. Second, no matter what happens in the future, I want to ask Mr. Fang to save Qing'er's life."

Fang Zilan went over Murong Xun's words in his mind, quite playful: "First, the son was born noble, and he is supposed to be a man of etiquette and ceremonies. Second, my big capital is well-organized and harmonious, and it is not a place of tigers and wolves. How can the prince come out?" This statement?"

"Your Excellency Fang does not know that Qing'er has a wife who was bestowed a marriage by the late emperor. This lady has always been very courteous, and she will accompany her when she enters the capital, so I have this request." Murong Xun bowed his head slightly, talking Said: "Qing'er is not in good health, some rules are really tossing, I..."

Fang Zilan looked at Murong Xun, who had graying hair on her temples but was still shy and worried about her son, and couldn't bear to refuse.With the title of Miluo God of War faded away, he is just an ordinary father.

"You don't have to be like this, I will play the rules to your majesty, whether it's from my Dajing or Miluo, if you can avoid it, try to avoid it for your son." Fang Zilan said frankly: "As for the safety of your son, I might as well discuss it with you." The lord opened the skylight to speak frankly. If something goes wrong with the prince in Dajing, there is no guarantee that Miluo will not use this as an excuse to turn against Dajing, and even send troops to attack. So and so, even if the lord does not say anything, it is still possible. There will be someone to protect the safety of the son."

"Master Fang misunderstood me." Murong Xun said seriously, "My request is to ask Master Fang to save Qinger's life, not anyone else."

"Ask me?" Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "As the Duke of Dajingyue, I will not take orders from anyone except my Majesty. Even if it is a request, the prince has crossed the line."

"I know, but in Dajing, besides Master Fang, I really don't know who I can entrust Qing'er to." Murong Xun showed a little anxious look on his face, "Master Fang, this is my deputy general Meng Tingyang, I will let him Protecting Qing'er personally will not cause Mr. Fang any trouble. But after all, Dajing is beyond my reach. If anything happens, I'm really afraid that Qing'er is a child..."

His voice was tainted with a hint of astringency, and finally said: "As long as Mr. Fang is willing to agree to my two requests, I will die."

"If you don't want to die, what do you have to do with me?" Fang Zilan smiled coldly, "My lord, you are begging the wrong person."

"Lord Fang, my lord's words have come to this point, if you still refuse to agree..." The deputy general named Meng Tingyang was interrupted by Fang Zilan as soon as he spoke, "Why, if I refuse to agree, what will you do to me? "

"Ting Yang, please don't be rude." Murong Xun bowed and said, "How would Mr. Fang agree to agree, you might as well just say it."

"Can I do whatever I want?" Fang Zilan said casually: "Even if you want the prince to kill the king of your country, is it okay?"

"Presumptuous!" Meng Tingyang took a step forward, Fang Zilan didn't even look at him, but asked the pale-faced Murong: "My lord, if you don't do anything and let it go, in the end not only will you get nothing, but you will lose everything." .”

Murong Xun's pupils trembled, and he suddenly said: "As long as I don't violate my kindness, I would like to promise to do one thing for Mr. Fang, no matter what the price is."

Fang Zilan didn't expect him to say that, she was silent for a while, "Why me?"

"Fighting Master Fang is a testament to the righteousness." Murong Xun still maintained his salute posture, "Only by entrusting Qing'er to Master Fang can I feel at ease."