Are we familiar with each other?
After he finished speaking, Zhu Yi ignored the elders with gloomy faces and walked straight into the courtyard.
The courtyard is quiet, with a faint scent of herbs floating in the air.
In the corridor, a man was trimming a pot of rare flowers.
Lu Xiyun's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but take two steps forward: "What kind of flower is this? I've never seen it before."
The person in the corridor slightly turned sideways, out of sight, revealing the slender flower: "It's called 'Yue Yin'."
The flower was light silver, like mist but not mist, as if covered by a veil, appearing extremely mysterious.
Lu Xiyun's eyes flickered slightly, and he half-knelt down to examine it carefully, expressing his amazement without disguising himself: "There really is such a flower. I thought it was only recorded in books."
Xiao Wujiu's eyes lit up with a smile, a hint of undisguised boasting in his voice, "This flower is rare to see and difficult to cultivate. The climate in Yinshu City isn't suitable, so I used cold jade to gather Qi and tricked it into surviving. After trying more than ten times, I finally managed to keep one plant alive."
The young man had a handsome face. Aside from his slightly pale complexion, he didn't look like someone near death at all. "It's truly rare to be able to see it in broad daylight."
Lu Xiyun nodded, but his eyes never left the potted flower. "There's a similar flower in the deep mountains of the Western Territory, called 'Winter Frost'. It also blooms at night, but the flowers are more silvery-white. If there's a chance, I could bring one to you to exchange with you, okay?"
Xiao Wujiu nodded: "Of course."
Fang Ci leaned against the porch pillar, watching the two chatting animatedly, feeling secretly annoyed in his heart.
If I had known this earlier, I would have learned more about growing flowers.
Look at them, they have so many common topics, such as "things that bloom at night" and "cold jade gathering energy", which sounds very mysterious.
She raised her eyes to look at Xiao Wujiu's slightly pale face, a hint of cunning in her eyes.
Fang Ci suddenly chuckled and walked forward, his tone carrying a hint of harmless concern: "It's been a while since we last met? I heard from this little brother of the city lord that you were poisoned?"
Before she finished her words, she had already raised her hand and reached out to Xiao Wujiu's wrist naturally.
Xiao Wujiu frowned slightly, obviously not used to her sudden action, but he was unable to dodge in the end.
Fang Ci raised her eyebrows. When this man was in Nan Mansion that day, she mobilized the ten greatest masters of Nan Mansion, but they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Now I can't hide from her. This poison is really powerful.
When the fingertips touch each other, the pulse feels slightly cold.
Fang Ci glanced at him and said, "Thirty days."
Fang Ci said softly, "Ordinary people live for twenty days, but you have a strong foundation, so you can live ten more days."
The corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Do you want to live? Follow me to Nanfu."
Zhu Yi's heart tightened. The poison had already invaded Xiao Wujiu's heart meridian. In this situation, how could he allow anyone to take the hall master away?
He spoke hastily, his speech speed unconsciously increased a bit: "Princess Fang, Yinshu City has sent people to find medicine. The hall master's illness cannot be delayed for too long——"
Fang Ci glanced at him with a half-smile and snorted, "Looking for medicine? The Young City Lord also said that he doesn't have time to wait for you for so long."
Zhu Yi was stunned.
Fang Ci spoke lazily, looking at Xiao Wujiu meaningfully, his lips curled up slightly: "The Fang family of Nanfu, we have as much of this stuff as you want. I told you long ago, don't follow my poor relative to beg for food, there is no future."
The implication is that she has plenty of this medicine.
Zhuyi: “…” He was speechless.
However, Xiao Wujiu's expression did not change, and his tone remained calm: "No need."
Fang Ci raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes wandering over his face for a moment. She sighed and decisively gave up, "Alright, if you don't want to leave, then I'll help you with the diagnosis. Is that okay?"
Xiao Wujiu finally raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently, his voice as cold as ever: "Princess Fang, are we familiar with each other?"
When Fang Ci heard this, his eyebrows curved and his smile seemed real and fake.
She slowly took a step closer, tapping the tabletop lightly with her fingertips, her eyes filled with intriguing meaning: "What if I say we met in a past life?"
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In the evening, Fang Ci found Lu Xiyun's room, looking serious, which was somewhat inconsistent with her usual style.
She said word by word: "Teach me how to plant flowers."
Lu Xiyun blinked, unable to react immediately: "What?"
Fang Ci said as a matter of course: "The quick kind."
Lu Xiyun was at a loss for words: "You also know that this thing is not something that can be achieved in a day, right?"
Fang Ci disagreed: "There must be a shortcut, right?"
She paused, then suddenly revealed a meaningful smile: "In exchange, I will tell you how Qin Shu is such a heartless man."
Fang Ci said leisurely, "Let me tell you, he looks like a modest gentleman, but deep down he's actually quite calculating."
Ren Xuan was drinking tea nearby. Upon hearing this, his hand trembled and the tea almost spilled out. He sighed: ...Here it comes again.
Ren Xuan coughed dryly and tried to change the subject: "Princess, how did you and Hall Master Xiao meet?"
Fang Ci glanced at him lightly, as if he was aware of his deliberate attempt to change the subject, but he didn't mind.
She leaned against the door frame and said casually, "When Qin Shu withdrew from Fannan Prefecture, he saved my Ah Che."
When Ren Xuan heard this, his expression changed subtly, and he finally sighed.
Well, it’s the dog emperor’s fault again.
Fang Ci sighed with emotion: "I clearly don't know him at all, but he traveled thousands of miles to hand Ah Che over to me."
Fang Ci affirmed to himself: "He must be secretly in love with me."
Ren Xuan put down his teacup, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Princess, have you ever considered something?"
Ren Xuan said meaningfully: "Maybe it wasn't because of you that Hall Master Xiao saved the little prince back then."
Fang Ci narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh?"
Ren Xuan glanced at her and continued, "Without any kinship, why would he risk the wrath of the world to rescue the Nan Mansion? Think of it this way, there are people with the surname Fang in Yinshu City."
In the previous life, it was your poor relative who risked being hunted down by Qin Shu to protect the Fang family.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Fang Ci tapped the door frame with her fingertips for a long time. She raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile: "Then we can only... let it go."
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Ren Xuan's Daily Report: Your Highness, your wife in your previous life is teasing you again.
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Yinshu City, City Lord’s Mansion.
The sandalwood is thick and the candlelight is dim.
In the main hall of the palace, the city lord Zhu Yi dismissed the attendants around him.
Zhu Yi politely saluted. The young man spoke softly, his expression calm, "I didn't expect His Highness to come to the Silver Hub in person."
Qin Shu's fingertips slowly stroked the teacup. He spoke in a light tone, as if just casually saying, "In Yinshu City, there are statues of Xie Lingyan everywhere."
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Half a year ago, Yin Shu held a public memorial service, and now, another public memorial service is required."
Zhu Yi heard this, his eyes calm, "I don't recognize Tang Wuyong, nor do I recognize Tang Wuyong's public memorial."
Qin Shu tapped the teacup lightly with his fingertips without saying anything.
Zhu Yi said calmly, "Tang Wuyong has been in charge of Yinshu for four months. Master Yan has whitewashed the Xiao family, promoting the art of resurrection as a magical method, and promoting the Xiao family's ancestors as saints. I simply found a god more suitable for Yinshu City."
The young man slowly raised his eyes, his tone calm as if he was describing something very ordinary: "This is to restore order."
Zhu Yi paused, his eyes determined: "Man can create gods."
The teacup in Qin Shu's hand paused slightly, his eyes darkening. "Wrong. I should say—Gods are all man-made."
He smiled, with a little more appreciation: "Young City Lord, you are more interesting than Xie Lingyan."
The young man's eyes turned colder when he heard this: "Your Highness, be careful with your words."
Qin Shu raised his eyebrows, not smiling, "Young City Lord's tone sounds as if he really worships him as a god."
Zhu Yi did not answer: "Your Highness, do you even want to control what I believe in?"
Qin Shu didn't care: "It's a good thing to have faith."
He smiled nonchalantly and got straight to the point: "Young City Lord, it's no use continuing to keep Yinshu City in such chaos. So, I'll give you a choice, and you can consider it yourself."
Zhu Yi understood the other party's implication. He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "We will join Yunzhong, and Your Highness will protect Yin Shu. Aren't you afraid of causing public outcry?"
Qin Shu heard this, his eyes calm: "Since I came here in person, this is not something the city lord needs to consider."
There was a brief silence in the hall.
Qin Shu stood up, looked down at Zhu Yi who was still sitting upright, and said calmly: "I will stay in Yinshu City for three days."
His eyes darkened slightly: "Young City Lord, give me an answer within three days."
Qin Shu put down the teacup and pushed the door open.
Zhuyi was still sitting there, tapping his fingertips on the table, as if thinking about something.
In the fierce battle half a year ago, Yinshu City suffered heavy casualties and has not recovered to this day. Qin Shu knew very well that Yinshu needed external help.
But there is no such thing as a free meal. Why did Qin Shu take the initiative to lend a helping hand?
Should he trust the other party, or be wary of the other party's setup?
The candlelight flickered slightly, making the boy's expression as deep as water.
How should he make his move in this round?
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Yinshu City, City Lord’s Mansion, Beiyuan.
Fang Ci is still tirelessly continuing her great cause - instilling in Lu Xiyun that "Qin Shu is not a good person, and the only way out is for the three governments to unite."
She tapped the tabletop with her fingertips, her tone filled with contempt: "I'm telling you, after you die, that bastard Qin Shu will have more than a dozen princes."
Lu Xiyun almost choked on his tea and coughed until the corners of his eyes turned slightly red.
Lu Xiyun held the teacup, trying to calm her breathing, turned to look at Ren Xuan, her eyes full of pleading for help.
Ren Xuan sighed and advised helplessly, "Princess, please say less."
Fang Ci sneered and asked bluntly, "How dare Qin Shu do this? Why doesn't he let people say anything?"
Just as Ren Xuan was about to persuade him again, the Yanshu in his arms suddenly shook. He frowned slightly, took it out and looked at it, his eyes instantly becoming deep.
Qin Shu came to Yinshu City.
He was thinking about how to get rid of Fang Ci when suddenly, the door was pushed open.
A man in a black brocade robe came into view. He had a calm and steady demeanor, and an aura of coldness and murderousness all over him.
Xiao Jingyuan's eyes swept across the room and finally landed on Fang Ci, his expression solemn: "Princess, have you made enough trouble?"
Fang Ci's tone was filled with understanding: "Did Qin Shu ask you to come?"
Xiao Jingyuan sighed lightly, with a hint of forbearance between his brows: "Princess, you are the princess of Nanfu, you should consider Nanfu more."
Fang Ci stared at Jamel Xiao sharply: “I want you to stay away from Qin Shu just for the sake of Nanfu.”
Xiao Jingyuan frowned, his expression slightly gloomy. He knew the principle of seeking the skin of a tiger. However, the war in southern Xinjiang was frequent, and more than half of the military rations and silver wages of the Southern Prefecture had to be transported from Yunzhong.
Nanfu had no choice.
Xiao Jingyuan looked at Fang Ci deeply, and his eyes fell on Lu Xiyun and Ren Xuan: "Prince Lu, General Ren, can you let me talk to the princess alone?"
He paused, and added casually, "By the way, General Ren, someone is looking for the prince in the Beiyuan guest room. Do you know who it is?"
Ren Xuan held the teacup, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Jamel Xiao meaningfully.
Lord Xiao really cares about the Fang family.
Ren Xuan stood up and looked at Jamel Xiao meaningfully: “Sir Xiao, goodbye.”
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