Don't ask where people go

Chapter 505 Making a Knife
Fang Zilan's expression was terrified, Murong Qing couldn't help but took a step back, and slowly closed his eyes, "This is the end of the matter, if you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

"I didn't expect that the son would not even bother to say a word of refutation?" Fang Zilan snorted coldly, and Murong Qing smiled bitterly: "Since Mr. Fang came to Xingshi to question the crime, he must be very sure. Whether I argue or not, or not what sense?"

"The frost poison that my son used to me came from the gate of hell?" Although it was a question, Fang Zilan didn't give Murong Qing a chance to answer, and said to himself: "Have you ever thought about it, since the poison of frost is from the past?" There is no antidote in the world except the gate of ghosts, so why am I standing in front of you now?"

Hearing this, Murong Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression turned serious, "Are you a member of the ghost family?"

Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips, bowed slightly and said, "Zixiu from the ghost family, I have met the loyal son."

A look of surprise flashed in Murong Qing's eyes, "You..."

The name of Zixiu was heard by Murong Qingyuan in Miluo Palace in the past.The killer who has been talked about in the world, the sharpest sword in the world, is actually the Duke of Jingyue in front of him.

Former Dynasty, Ghost Gate, Dajing.

Zixiu, Fang Zilan, Duke of Yue.

After thinking clearly about the key points, Murong Qing suddenly laughed out loud, clapped his hands and said, "Master Fang is really clever and scheming, it seems that the power of Dajing is exhausted, Your Majesty's time is numbered."

Fang Zilan only felt a dull pain in her heart like a needle prick, but her face was still calm, "Did you really think that the ghost gate gave you the poison of frost to help you?"

"Even if the ghost gate is not helping me, it is not helping Master Fang." Murong Qing looked a little cold, "The poison of frost is strong, even if there is an antidote, it will do great harm to people. Am I right? Master Fang?"

"If the prince thinks so, then it's fine." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, and Murong Qing said with great interest: "Master Fang, you may not be loyal to the ghost gate, and the poison of frost is the proof. I think you and There are also transactions between the ghost gates, and in this case, you and I are no different."

Fang Zilan remained silent, and Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, "Master Fang looks like this, so I think I'm right."

"Hasn't my son ever thought that someone would use poisonous poison as feed to feed Gu?" Fang Zilan said suddenly with a gloomy expression, "A hundred years ago, Miluo yin and yang and witchcraft were prevalent, I thought my son would not know about it. "

Murong Qing's expression froze, he fixedly looked at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from her, but he couldn't see anything.But the seeds of doubt in his heart began to take root.

Both Zixiu and Fang Zilan are too powerful.Slaughtering all over the Gilded City, facing the robbers alone, fighting fiercely for several hours under Qiluo City to protect the people, if you think about it carefully, it is indeed beyond human power.

If there is the blessing of yin and yang techniques, or the technique of witchcraft, it will make sense.But the art of yin and yang has been lost for a long time, even the high priest in the Miluo court can't use it, let alone other people?
As for witchcraft...

Murong Qing was in a trance for a moment, Fang Zilan turned his face back, and his voice was a little bit lower, "My son, I promised King Zhongzheng that I will protect your life. But if you plan to do something wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless. Next time, I will Kill you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but Murong Qing called to stop her, "Lord Fang, you said that I have plotted against the law, so you have made every step of the way to become the Duke of Yue, don't you have other plans?"

Have another picture?Fang Zilan chewed on these four words repeatedly, then looked back at Murong Qing, "I have other plans, but they are different from Shizi's ambition."

"Ambition?" Murong Qing laughed out loud as if hearing something funny, and stopped after a while, saying word by word: "Master Fang, if you have the prophecy of destiny, do you fight or not? If you don’t fight, where will you settle down?”

Fang Zilan sneered, and said coldly: "There are many people in this world who do not have the prophecy of destiny. Don't they need to settle down? Only you know best whether your son has come this far, whether it is for the sake of survival or the prophecy of destiny."

"No matter what Mr. Fang thinks, I will not stop here." Murong Qing clenched his hands into fists and said with a sharp expression: "I will never let Mr. Zuo's blood flow in vain."

When she heard Mr. Zuo, Fang Zilan was stunned. She pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "My lord, have you ever thought that Mr. Zuo's so-called helping you may be just satisfying his own god-making?"

"What did Mr. Fang say?" Murong Qing didn't seem to hear clearly, Fang Zilan shook his head, "It's nothing, my son only needs to remember what I said today, and keep yourself safe. Otherwise, forgive me for not being able to fulfill my promise to your father."

After she finished speaking, she walked out without looking back, Murong Qing looked at her back, and felt a sense of powerlessness and dejection in his heart.

It's not that he didn't hear the last sentence just now, but he didn't dare to hear it.

If Mr. Zuo is really like what Fang Zilan said, and he only helps out for the prophecy of destiny, what is the friendship between teachers and friends in those years... what is he?A tool to fulfill the destiny prophecy?

Fang Zilan's slanderous words are really more ruthless than killing people.

Thinking of this, Murong Qing staggered a few steps, and managed to stabilize his body while supporting the table.Panting heavily, he stretched out his hand and swept all the utensils off the table, there was an endless clanging sound, and pieces were everywhere.

Meng Tingyang rushed over when he heard the noise, "My son..."

"Get out!" Murong Qing coughed a few times, his face pale.

"My son!" Meng Tingyang was about to step forward, but was stopped by Murong Qing with a wave of his hand, "Go, follow Fang Zilan, and see what's going on inside and outside the Duke of Yue's mansion..."

"My son is suspicious..." Before Meng Tingyang finished speaking, Murong Qing interrupted him, "Go!"

Meng Tingyang took the order and followed Fang Zilan's frame quietly.

At this moment, Fang Zilan, who was sitting in the carriage, looked gloomy, and she said to Chu Bin, "Mo Han's situation is not subtle, but fortunately, he took advantage of the unequal information between Guimen and Murong Qing, so it was safe and sound. .”

"Kan Lanlan, why did you tell Murong Qing that you are Zixiu?" Chu Bin frowned, "There is also the matter of poison..."

"I didn't lie, so the one who lied can only be a ghost." Fang Zilan cut off his words in a low voice, "In the big capital, Murong Qing is insignificant, but in Miluo, Murong Qing is the person whose fate prophesied Ji Ningtian took a fancy to this point, and formed an alliance with it, for the sake of helping the Zhongzheng Palace in the future."

She paused, "But unless the Miluo Mu family is overthrown, the Zhongzheng Palace will not get much benefit from helping him. At most, it will be in exchange for Murong Qing's return to the country. But after returning, what can be done? If there is an alliance with benefits, if the distribution is uneven , then it will not be too stable."

Chu Bin quickly realized, "Just like Guimen and King Rongan?"

"That's right." Fang Zilan nodded and said, "Ji Ningtian regards my identity as a knife, so let him take a good look at who this knife will hurt."

　Fang Zilan: Make a knife?Murder?I am proficient in business

　　
　
(End of this chapter)