Don't ask where people go

"You don't have to believe in ghosts and gods, but you have to believe in fate." The high priest stared at Fang Zilan closely, as if possessed by a god, and said plausibly: "It starts in the north and ends in the north. The reincarnation of fate is nothing more than this. The world, He will be killed and then determined."

"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan frowned, but saw that the high priest was lost for a moment, and murmured like a puppet: "More than a hundred years ago, the most talented high priest of the Yin Yang family, for the sake of freedom, destroyed the Yin Yang family for hundreds of years. Foundation. In the end, her daughter returned to this palace. This is the fate of the high priest of the Yin Yang family. "

"High Priest?" Fang Zilan's scalp was numb, and she struggled to get off the ground. However, she was seriously injured and couldn't move. She fell back before she could get up, grinning in pain.

"I am willing to use this fate as a cage and be trapped in it forever."

After the high priest finished speaking the last sentence, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He leaned over the table and gasped for air.

Fang Zilan felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, as well as a vague unwillingness.

As if out of control, Fang Zilan heard her own voice, "What fate? My fate is up to me, not God."

"I know, this is you..." the high priest said intermittently, but his tone was full of relief and envy, "Unlike me, my heart is trapped. If I am trapped in one place, I will never be able to get out. She It's the same..."

When Fang Zilan heard this, she couldn't bear it anymore. She tried her best to get off the bed and staggered to the high priest's side, "You..."

"Look, this is honeysuckle..." The high priest stopped Fang Zilan's words and showed the honeysuckle in his hand in front of her. She nodded and said, "I recognize this flower."

"Honeysuckle has another name." The high priest softened slightly, but his breath was still fluctuating, "It's called honeysuckle."

"After enduring the long winter, beautiful flowers will bloom." Fang Zilan couldn't help but stretched out her hand and held the high priest's trembling wrist, "It's a good name."

"Sister Lan is having a good time these days." Zhuge Yu's tepid words made her laugh out loud, "Is A Yu trying to get angry with me?"

"How dare I." Zhuge Yu said, taking out a brocade box from his arms and placing it squarely in front of her. "This is what the Sasan family asked me to hand over to you. If you ask for anything in the future, you can Take this token with you to Persia to see the Sasanian family.”

Fang Zilan picked up the brocade box casually, weighed it and opened it, only to see a gold and jade pendant inside, engraved with the emblem of the Sasanian family.

She took it out and held it in her hand while playing with it and asked, "How many times can this thing be used?"

"Only once." Zhuge Yu took the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea. "Sister Lan, you should put it away. This thing can be regarded as a life-saving charm."

"Life-saving Talisman?" Fang Zilan smiled and put the pendant into the brocade box. "I prefer to say it is Aladdin's magic lamp for making wishes."

"What is that?" Zhuge Yu looked confused, but Fang Zilan still just smiled, "It's nothing, it's just the myths and stories of my hometown, all for fun."

Although she spoke softly, her movements were very meticulous. After putting away the brocade box as it was, she looked at Zhuge Yu and said, "It's over here. A Yu will be returning to Beijing in two days, right?" Zhuge Yu nodded, "Yes, he is going back to Beijing at the end of the year. There are so many things going on in China, I can’t escape them.”

Seeing his serious expression, Fang Zilan couldn't help but ask: "Looking at Ayu's appearance, could the end of this year be different from previous years?"

"Your Majesty has been on the throne for more than a year, and it's time for the Xiahou family to come to Beijing." Zhuge Yu coughed, "I just don't know who from the Xiahou family will come to Beijing."

Fang Zilan frowned, "It stands to reason that the nine ministers stationed abroad will come to Beijing to report on their duties at the end of every year. However, the Xiahou family seems to have never heard of their coming to Beijing."

"Didn't Sister Lan come to Beijing at the end of last year?" Zhuge Yu hit the nail on the head, and Fang Zilan laughed helplessly, "I'm different. There are too many things in the north and I can't leave."

Zhuge Yu felt relieved and did not ask further questions. He just continued, "It's not like the Xiahou family has never been to Beijing. In the year when Concubine Yu died, Xiahou Yunzhao, who was the head of the Xiahou family at the time, came to Beijing. It was also at that time, She resigned as the head of the family and passed the throne to her younger brother Xiahou Mingxun."

Fang Zilan interjected, "Concubine Yu, is your Majesty's biological mother?"

Zhuge Yu didn't pay attention to her impolite behavior, and nodded slightly and said: "That's right. Later, Emperor Tai'an became seriously ill, and Xiahou Mingxun came to Beijing, and it was reported that Emperor Tai'an passed the throne to Emperor Ningshun, but he left a secret edict. I want Emperor Ningshun to tell His Majesty the story a hundred years later. This is the third time that the Xiahou family has come to Beijing."

"No wonder A Yu is so cautious. The Xiahou family really doesn't come to Beijing unless it's an important matter." Fang Zilan relaxed and said with a bit of ridicule in her tone, "We might as well guess who will come to Beijing this time?"

"Who do you think it will be, Sister Lan?" Zhuge Yu looked at Fang Zilan. She still showed a casual attitude of not caring, "It sounds like it's either Xiahou Yunzhao or Xiahou Mingxun, but usually it's the head of the family who comes to Beijing. I guess Xiahou Mingxun's It’s more likely.”

"Not necessarily." Zhuge Yu shook his head, his disapproval evident in his expression, "Sister Lan missed one person."

"Did you let it slip?" Fang Zilan looked stunned. She rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment. She hadn't heard that the Xiahou family had changed hands, so how could she let it slip?

Seeing that she was silent, Zhuge Yu spoke to himself, "Xiahou Yunzhao's husband, Xie Chen. At first, Xie Chen was also a famous prime minister in Baiyue, but now he is willing to stay behind Xiahou's family and do things in Yancheng. What about a little-known teacher?"

Fang Zilan seemed to have remembered something and said: "I have heard of Xie Chen, who is also a lover. It is said that he once refused Princess Baiyue to marry just to be Xiahou Yunzhao's military advisor. If it weren't for him and Xiahou Yunzhao, I am afraid that the former King Pingnan will not be buried in the deep sea of ​​Yue Di."

"Xie Chen is indeed a person." Zhuge Yu nodded in agreement, "The change of the Xia family's surname to Xia Hou was his handiwork. As for the imperial edict of Emperor Tai'an, I'm afraid it has something to do with him."

He had too much information in one sentence, and Fang Zilan was stunned, "A Yu, can you elaborate?"

Zhuge Yu said eloquently, "The old events in the previous dynasty were in turmoil, and it is difficult for those who have not experienced it personally to explain. However, not long after Emperor Tai'an came to the throne, Baiyue was in turmoil and the people were in trouble. Xie Chen surrendered alone and cooperated with the capital to recover Baiyue. In order to preserve the Xia family He even proposed to change his surname to Xiahou. I heard that Xia Yunzhao cursed Xie Chen in Yancheng and wanted to kill him, but in the end he compromised for the sake of the safety of the clan."