Author: A certain purple doesn’t eat coriander

After saying this, Fang Zilan opened the door, only to see Wen Ya standing upright with his back to her. Snow had fallen from the sky at some point, and a thin layer fell on his shoulders.

"Mr. Wen, you are still here?" Fang Zilan said and raised his hand to pat the falling snow off Wen Ya's shoulder. He turned around and looked over, "Have you eaten, Mr. Fang?"

"Mr. Wen, please stop teasing me." Fang Zilan coughed slightly and changed her voice: "I'm going to see A Wan and Shangguan Min. It's already dark, why haven't they started setting off fireworks yet?"

Before she could finish her words, she saw a brilliant firework streaking across the dark night sky. Although it was fleeting, it was extremely bright.

"That's great." Fang Zilan sighed, and Cong Rong happened to pass by with a food box and said, "Mr. Fang, the seats in the front hall are almost ready, Mr. Mo has also passed by, and we are waiting for you to arrive to start the banquet."

"I'm coming." Fang Zilan nodded in agreement and walked quickly towards the front hall.

The housekeeper brought the red envelopes prepared early in the morning to Fang Zilan. After she distributed the red envelopes to everyone present one by one, she ordered the housekeeper to distribute the remaining red envelopes to other people on duty.

Afterwards, everyone took their seats and started the banquet. A Wan and Shangguan Min also ran in after setting off the fireworks.

As soon as Awan came in, she ran to Fang Zilan and asked for a red envelope. Fang Zilan patted her hand and said, "It's hidden in your room. You can go back to your room to find it later."

A Wan entered the table with a smile on her face and touched Shangguan Min who was sitting next to her. "Where is your red envelope? Master Fang has also hidden it in the room, right?"

"I..." Shangguan Min opened his mouth and before he said anything, he saw Fang Zilan waving to him. He stood up and walked over, calling Master.

"Apprentice, you haven't given me New Year's greetings yet." Fang Zilan sat upright and Shangguan Min saluted and said, "Happy New Year, Master. I wish Master good health and no worries."

"Okay." Fang Zilan nodded with satisfaction, asked the boy to bring a box, and handed it to Shangguan Min.

Shangguan Min opened the box, his eyes full of surprise, "Is this a crossbow arrow made by Master Lu?"

"Yes." Fang Zilan took a sip of tea and said casually: "I'm not used to using this thing, so you can play with it."

"Isn't this... a little too expensive?" Shangguan Min put the crossbow arrows back into the box with great care. "Although the weapons made by Master Lu are treasures, not many of them have been handed down. This crossbow arrow..."

"Happy Chinese New Year, just take it if you want. Why is there so much nonsense?" Fang Zilan interrupted him, "Just think of it as the reward that the craftsman asked for."

Lieutenant General Cao laughed out loud, and Fang Zilan said with a smile: "Old Cao, you have contributed a lot. What do you want? Tell me."

Vice Admiral Cao agreed cheerfully, and Fang Zilan ate, drank, and laughed with him. Shangguan Min looked over and over with his crossbow in his arms. After a while, Awan took Wen Ya out to watch the fireworks. Xiao Xuan'er and Cong Rong helped arrange the dishes.

Add some tea...the whole house is a festive and peaceful scene.

Fang Zilan stood up, put on her cloak, walked under the eaves, stood next to Wen Ya, and said softly: "It's rare that we can get together to celebrate the New Year."

"Yes." Wen Ya didn't look at her, his eyes still stayed on Awan who was setting off fireworks in the courtyard, "What else do you want to ask? You might as well ask together."

Fang Zilan shrugged, "I didn't want to ruin the scenery like this, but..."

"I know. Although Mr. Fang is in a high position and is in the limelight, he cannot keep the imperial doctor in the palace for many days." Wen Ya said, "Even if you don't speak, I will leave tomorrow."

"Since you have said it, let me ask." Fang Zilan moved closer to him and lowered her voice: "Is the poison on my body related to the Yin and Yang spell?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Wen Ya's eyes, "How did you know that?"

"I guessed it." Fang Zilan gathered her cloak and took a moment to calm down and said, "You said that this poison has masters and slaves. This statement sounds very much like the Yin Yang family's argument."

Wen Ya didn't say anything, and Fang Zilan continued to ask, "Do you know the Yin Yang spell? Or do you have any relationship with the Miluo Yin Yang family or the high priest?"

"It has been more than a hundred years since the Yin Yang family was destroyed, and the only bloodline is the high priest." Wen Ya said quietly: "As for the Yin Yang spell, it is a secret technique that has never been spread to others. Except for the high priest himself, no one in the world can practice it.

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Fang Zilan said thoughtfully: "So this Gu was not made by you, but by the high priest of Miluo?"

"My master brought this Gu back from Miluo. I don't know whether it was made by the high priest of Miluo himself, or whether the witch doctor made it and asked the high priest of Miluo to use yin and yang spells to bless it." Wen Ya said calmly: "I

All I know is the casting and effectiveness of this Gu."

"Your master?" Fang Zilan's voice was much softer, with some unexplainable meaning.

Wen Ya glanced sideways at her, "Have you checked on me?"

Fang Zilan hummed, and Wen Ya's expression was dark and unclear, "When can you find out all the people in the ghost sect? Maybe you can get the answer you want."

"Do you know what the answer I want is?" Fang Zilan couldn't help but ask, and Wen Ya said quietly: "I don't know. But there is one thing I haven't figured out yet - why did your mother die back then?"

"What do you know about my mother's death?" Fang Zilan's voice had a subtle tremor, and Wen Ya whispered: "When the incident happened, there was a nobleman in the ghost sect who was offering incense at Baiye Temple.

"

Fang Zilan's heart tightened. In other words, the so-called ghost gate killer was just to protect the noble man from offering incense? She took a deep breath and said: "Isn't it an action arranged in advance?"

"No." Wen Ya lowered his expression, "What kind of place is Baiye Temple? How could they dare to do it if they didn't cause disaster?"

Fang Zilan bit her lips tightly. What Wen Ya said was almost consistent with her judgment. It was an accident. But what kind of accident could make the Ghost Sect killer abandon the noble's safety and actually take action in Baiye Temple?

However, apart from Ji Ningtian, the only people who could be called nobles among the ghost sect were the former imperial concubine Shu and Princess Wuqing. Who could have been in Baiye Temple at that time?

"The snow has stopped." Wen Ya's voice interrupted Fang Zilan's thoughts. She raised her eyes and looked over. The sky was much purer after the snow stopped, and the fireworks all over the sky became more brilliant.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen." Fang Zilan saluted solemnly, "In the future, I will never embarrass you again, and I will try my best not to embarrass you."

"Okay." Wen Ya nodded slightly, "I accept Mr. Fang's courtesy."

"Sister Lan, Mr. Wen, it's cold, you better come in." Mo Han's voice came from behind the two of them, Fang Zilan responded, and Wen Ya looked at Awan and said, "I want to watch the fireworks for a while longer.

Mr. Fang, please go in first."
Chapter completed!