Chapter 3: Testing (Edited) Who would...
Lieutenant General Lin frowned slightly and whispered, "The general is still young..." Halfway through his words, his eyes slowly shifted to the weak man in Fang Yilan's arms, a hint of contempt on his face, "If this matter were to reach the ears of the emperor, he would surely be furious and blame the general."
Admiral Gao waved his hand nonchalantly, laughed heartily, and said, "General, you're already past the age of marriage. Taking a male lover is just a big deal. Why be so cautious and add to your troubles?"
Fang Yilan stopped the two people who were about to quarrel.
"Today is a day worth celebrating. Let's not let such trivial matters ruin the harmony. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's raise our cups and drink to our heart's content!"
Everyone in the audience looked at each other, their eyes cast on the man in white on the stage. For a moment, their expressions were different, and they all seemed to be thinking about something.
Only Zhao Huaixu understood the situation.
Just now, Fang Yilan seemed to stagger over and kissed him by turning his head.
In fact, her eyes were clear and bright, without any sign of drunkenness at all. She stopped in front of him and kept a distance of half an inch the whole time.
Somewhat interesting.
Fang Yilan skillfully supported the back of his neck with her hands, adjusting it to a very tricky angle. From an outsider's perspective, it looked like the two of them were intimately passing wine to each other with their mouths.
Fang Yilan did not forget to lower her voice and gently reminded him: "Swallow your throat and be more professional."
After this reminder, Zhao Huaixu actually felt a faint itching in his throat.
The intelligence did not mention that this great general with great military achievements also had such superb acting skills that he deceived everyone. It was actually him who underestimated others.
As the wine flowed, the banquet gradually came to an end and the guests began to disperse.
Zhao Huaixu stayed by Fang Yilan's side the whole time. After everyone had left, he carefully supported the drunk Fang Yilan, stepped steadily into the bedroom, and walked towards the carved bed.
Just as he helped the man lie down, Fang Yilan, who had originally closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, suddenly opened them, grabbed Zhao Huaixu's wrist through his sleeve, pulled with the force, and pressed the man under himself, as if he was going to take off his coat.
Looking at the stunned person below him, Fang Yilan raised her eyebrows, a hint of mischief in her eyes: "Don't just stand there like an idiot. You have to pretend. If you just sit there like this, how will people outside believe you want to ask for water?"
Outside the house, the assassins hiding in the dark stared intently at the window frame through which the dim candlelight shone, reflecting the blurry figures of the two people entangled inside the house.
They were suddenly delighted and looked at each other.
About half an hour later, a slender figure stood up, dressed in his clothes, and blew out the incense and candles.
Then he walked steadily towards the door, opened it, and waved to the waiter not far away. His voice was low and lazy: "Go, add some water."
Zhao Huaixu gently closed the door and just as he turned around, he saw Fang Yilan had already quietly hidden in a hidden corner of the room. In the moonlight, he could even see the cold light flashing in her hand.
Seeing Zhao Huaixu turn around, Fang Yilan waved at him and winked, indicating that he should quickly hide in another corner prepared in advance.
He is quite impatient.
After an incense stick of time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the quiet house. Two servants were carrying a heavy wooden basin and slowly approached the bedroom door.
One of them raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.
Zhao Huaixu in the room immediately responded: "Come in."
The wooden door opened and closed with a creak.
Two assassins in black suddenly jumped out of the wooden basin like ghosts. The two servants who carried the basin also took off their disguises, with murderous eyes. They looked at each other, nodded in tacit understanding, and rushed straight to the bed in the room, with sharp blades in their hands, revealing their murderous intent.
Seeing the situation, Fang Yilan immediately cut the rope of the mechanism, and the cloth bag that had been placed above the bed broke, and flour fell down and splashed on the bodies and faces of several men in black.
The assassins' vision was obstructed and they waved their weapons in panic. They looked extremely embarrassed, with large patches of gray on their bodies, making them extremely conspicuous at night.
Got hit!
Fang Yilan blew the whistle again, and the guards who had been lying in wait rushed out in an instant, surrounded the assassins, and pointed their spears and short knives at them.
The assassins, seeing their plan had been exposed, tried to escape. The guards had already rushed over, and for a moment, the room was filled with flashes of swords and shouts of killing.
The leading assassin swung the long sword in his hand and stabbed it towards Fang Yilan. The sword whistled and the guards hurriedly used their swords to block the fatal attack for her.
Another assassin seized the opportunity and attacked from the side with a dagger, targeting Fang Yilan, who was currently unattended.
Fang Yilan was frightened by the cold light coming at her, but her body reacted subconsciously and prepared to dodge.
"careful!"
A white figure rushed towards Fang Yilan resolutely and pinned her down again.
A guard noticed it and rushed forward, raised his sword high, and chopped it down on the assassin's arm.
The sharp blade pierced the flesh, causing the assassin to scream in pain. Blood gushed out, instantly staining the ground red.
Fang Yilan only felt that she fell into a warm body, and she could smell the disgusting smell of rust in her nostrils, which was so strong that it almost suffocated her.
She raised her hand and touched Zhao Huaixu's back, her hands feeling warm and sticky.
Fang Yilan woke up in shock and quickly called for help, her voice filled with anxiety: "Quick, take Zhao Huaixu to the side room to treat his wounds!"
Everyone took the order and lifted Zhao Huaixu up and left in a hurry.
She turned back to deal with the assassin and didn't notice that the person being carried away behind her had a barely perceptible curl of his lips.
The guards attacked with increasing ferocity, pressing closer and closer. The assassins were ultimately outnumbered, and soon they were stabbed several times, blood gushing out. Their movements became increasingly slow and heavy, and they were gradually pressed into a corner. Soon, they were each restrained and pinned down, unable to move.
Fang Yilan drew his sword with a swish, placed the tip of the sword against the neck of an assassin, and shouted, "Tell me, who sent you here?"
The assassin spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered fearlessly, "The Dingyuan Marquisate has long been at the end of its rope. The situation is hopeless. Any resistance will be in vain."
Fang Yilan laughed in anger, "Now you are kneeling in front of me, and you still dare to speak nonsense. You really don't know how to live or die!"
He then nodded to the guards, "Hold them back for trial. Don't make this matter public. All those connected to these people in the mansion must be investigated and detained one by one. Their identities and backgrounds must be thoroughly investigated. No mistakes should be made!"
"yes."
The guards responded, then quickly stepped forward, tied up the assassins, and escorted them towards the prison.
For a moment, the courtyard was silent, leaving Fang Yilan alone, standing there lost in thought:
This general is no longer in office. Is it too late to escape now?
*
When Fang Yilan walked weakly into the side room, she saw Zhao Huaixu leaning weakly on the bed, his upper body clothes removed. At first glance, his figure looked a little thin, but unexpectedly, under the clothes, there was a tight and strong body.
Apart from the knife wound on his chest that was still bleeding, there were other shocking scars all over his body. Many old scars resembling whip marks could be faintly seen, and no one knew where they came from.
"Let me do it."
The servant handed the medicine to Fang Yilan and left.
She picked up the ointment with her fingers and applied it very carefully on Zhao Huaixu's hideous wound.
Although he tried his best to endure it, the piercing pain from the wound still made his body tremble uncontrollably, and beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
Injuries are common in the stunt double industry, but it is pitiful that Zhao Huaixu suffered such a serious injury without the conditions for modern medical treatment.
Fang Yilan's movements became gentler and gentler: "How did you get all these injuries?"
Zhao Huaixu avoided answering, his eyes following Fang Yilan's every move closely, his gaze fiery and focused, as if looking at her could relieve the pain. His bright moon-like eyes were like a pair of magnets, as if they wanted to absorb Fang Yilan's entire figure.
Fang Yilan felt a little uneasy when she noticed the burning gaze that was like a thorn in her back. She raised her eyes, wanting to stop his behavior.
"What are you staring at me for?"
When he looked up, he noticed that what was more eye-catching than his eyes was his red ears.
There was only silence in response to her, and Zhao Huaixu's face once again showed that familiar warm smile.
He looked at Fang Yilan, like a traveler who had traveled a long distance in the vast desert and was extremely thirsty. When he was in deep despair, he was lucky enough to find a clear and sweet spring.
The look in his eyes was too sincere and too naked. Even though Fang Yilan had never eaten pork since childhood, she had read novels and watched movies, and had seen pigs run.
The question is, who would fall in love with someone they have only known for a few days and even insulted?
It was clearly an attempt to avoid her problem.
There must be something wrong with this person, we need to send him away quickly.
Fang Yilan said slowly, "This mansion is full of dangers. When you feel better, leave as soon as possible. I will give you some money to support you."
Zhao Huaixu wanted to say something, but seeing her resolute attitude, he finally nodded in agreement reluctantly.
...
Fang Yilan got up at dawn the next day, quietly turned to the servant's room in the corner of the backyard, approached the bed quietly, and made sure that he made almost no sound.
Without hesitation, he drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the man's neck, pulling up a few black hairs. The tip of the knife hung above the skin and did not go down.
The person on the bed breathed evenly and rhythmically, completely unaware of the danger even an inch away.
Fang Yilan waited for a moment, making sure that the sleeping person did not swallow anything, then withdrew and left.
The moment the door closed, a pair of eyes in the room suddenly opened, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.
Tsk, should we say she is cautious or not?
Zhao Huaixu stood up and poured himself a cup of cold tea.
Stroking the white jade teacup in his hand, he spoke slowly to the shadow in the corner, "Looks like we need a drastic measure. Give the order and follow the plan."
"yes."
A bony hand gently caressed the letter in its hand. Zhao Huaixu brought the letter close to the candlelight, and the dancing flames instantly licked it. The letter curled and twisted in the flames, turning into wisps of black smoke before completely dissipating into nothingness.
A sharp, cold smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth.
"It's time for the Fang family to abandon their vague fantasies and take a good look at the situation they are in now." He murmured softly.
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