Walking away

The strong smell of blood filled the entire house, as if the tight string suddenly broke. Fang Zilan seemed to have lost all the strength of her body, staggered back a few steps and leaned against the door.

The scene in front of me is not unfamiliar, and it is common for her to be rampant as Zi Xiu.

Not only that, when she led the army to fight under Fang Zilan's name, the same was true in Liujin City.

It seems that this is her fate...

Fate? When these two words flashed through my mind, Fang Zilan laughed out loud. It was a damn thing. She agreed to pay for this life, but she is still alive and countless people die at her hands.

I'm afraid I can't afford it. If it were the one who died in Tiancheng Mountain, how great would it be...

Thinking of this, Fang Zilan took out a piece of plum branch from her arms, and her expression was dim and unclear. After tonight, Li Shengxuan should have wanted to kill her.

"Mo Han, I'm sorry." Fang Zilan held the plum branches in her hand tightly, dragged her injured leg to the table, and swept the candlesticks placed on it to the ground.

Fang Zilan of the other houses did the same thing. Until the fire grew, she slipped out of the back door of Xu's mansion under the darkness of the night.

"It's gone!"

There were crowds of people around, and the fire was rising from the sky behind them, but Fang Zilan was completely unaware of it. At this moment, she felt that she was no different from the executioner.

She suddenly wanted to throw the plum branches in her hand into the sea of ​​fire, but she hesitated when she raised her hand, her fingers trembled slightly, and once again held it tightly in the palm of her hand when the plum branches were about to fall.

Just as I was thinking about it, Fang Zilan thought about it as if comforting herself, but heard someone crying not far away: "My Jiaojiao is still inside, what should I do?"

Fang Zilan suddenly turned around and saw a woman being held tightly by people around her, still struggling to rush into the sea of ​​fire.

Only then did she realize that something was wrong. Even if the fire spread, it shouldn't have burned nearly half the street so quickly. However, the woman's crying made her jump without time to think about it, dragged her legs and jumped over, "Do you think there is someone inside?"

"My daughter, my daughter is inside!" The woman seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. Fang Zilan didn't hesitate and snatched the bucket of the person next to her, poured her head down, then tore off her wet sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, turned around and rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

"Girl, come back soon! Are you desperate?" Everyone behind her shouted, but Fang Zilan didn't listen at all. She was all thinking about saving the little girl named Jiaojiao.

It was almost strange that she was the initiator, but now she went to save people without hesitation. It was hard to tell whether it was atonement or seeking death, which mood prevailed.

However, the scorching flames did not give Fang Zilan time to think. Amid the smoke and fire, she saw the dying little girl in the corner.

She picked up the little girl and put it on her back. Perhaps the wet clothes were still filled with cold air, which made the little girl shudder and subconsciously murmured: "Mom..."

"Jiaojiao, don't sleep, I'll take you out to find your mother." Fang Zilan pulled off the wet cloth around her face and gave it to the little girl. She coughed twice, gritted her teeth and ran out in one go.

After sending the little girl to the woman, Fang Zilan breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she feel the biting coldness on her body and she couldn't help but sneeze several times.

The woman picked up the little girl and grabbed Fang Zilan's arm so that she would not fall over, "Benefactor, great kindness..."

Fang Zilan couldn't hear the following words clearly. Before she lost consciousness, she was thinking - Mo Han, you will forgive me. Will you, forgive me...

"Benefactor?" the woman exclaimed. Fortunately, the person who came to put out the fire was quick and quick, and helped him help him. "This girl is very injured, so you might as well leave quickly."

"Okay..." The woman pursed her lips, hugged the little girl with one hand, and put her hands on Fang Zilan's shoulder with the other, and walked towards the street next door with difficulty.

The fire lasted for most of the night and was completely out of date until it was dawn.

Fang Zilan was taken back to Fengyi Palace by Fang Ziqin who was sent to find her. When Awan saw her, she was so shocked that she couldn't stop talking, "I heard that the water was gone at night, so it wouldn't be..."

"Last night, Lan'er had never left Fengyi Palace for a half-step." Fang Ziqin interrupted Awan's words without anger, "Do you understand?"

"But..." Awan opened her mouth and weakened her voice under Fang Ziqin's gaze. "Mr. Zhuge chased her out yesterday..."

"Are you talking about Zhuge Yu?" Fang Ziqin's expression stern, and Awan nodded hurriedly and said, "It's Lord Zhuge Yu."

"I'll deal with this matter." Fang Ziqin's hand clenched in her sleeve into a fist. She was about to leave, but stopped, "Where is the Mei Jian?"

Awan was stunned and blurted out, "I took the Mei Jian before she left yesterday..." She stopped halfway through her words, and her eyes were on Fang Zilan, and there was no trace of Mei Jian?

"This..." Awan was panicked, and Fang Ziqin ordered Qiu Shui in a deep voice: "You order someone to find him quickly, and you must bring the Mei Jian back no matter what."

Qiu Shui left, Fang Ziqin looked at Awan and said, "Now there is no one else except you and I, you might as well tell me what happened. Why are the injuries on Lan'er's body come?"

"The leg injury was caused by jumping off the city tower, and the rest were burns." Awan said very quickly and lightly. Fang Ziqin looked at her calmly, "Miss Awan, what do you want to say?"

"I heard from my master that there is nothing I can hide from the Queen." Awan calmed his expression and looked at Fang Ziqin and said, "I guess the Queen knows what she has done over the years, and also knows her style and methods of doing things."

Fang Ziqin said calmly: "Miss Awan, what are you hinting at?"

"I'll just ask one question." Awan raised her chin with a firm expression, "Will the Queen and the Fang family always protect her?"

"No." Fang Ziqin answered frankly. A look of surprise flashed in Awan's eyes, but she continued to say to herself, "She is not a flower in a greenhouse and cannot stand any wind and rain."

After saying that, she walked out and said loudly: "Lan'er suffered from the cold and needs to rest well. She immediately refused to visit her guests. No one except the imperial physician is allowed to visit her at will."

The palace maids guarding outside were all expected, but were overwhelmed by a clear voice, "Great Empress. Zhuge Yu, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, came to see Miss Fang San."

Fang Ziqin's expression frightened. Without waiting for anything, another voice rang out, "Well, Empress. Xie Yanping, the minister of Jingzhao Yinfu, came to see Miss Fang San."

"Mr. Zhuge, Lord Xie, what are you doing?" Fang Ziqin looked at the two who were bowing coldly, and saw them straight up straight without being humble and arrogant. Xie Yanping said: "Last night, Xu You, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, went to the home of Mr. Fang San, and someone had met Miss Fang San at the scene."

Can a fire cover up all the truth?
Chapter completed!