With the tacit understanding between the two of them, how could Qi Yan not understand that she wanted her third brother to make new friends along the way to Wen Dao.
Her eyes were shining, and the slightly strange mood she had just forgotten had been forgotten, and she secretly sighed that it was really rare to have such a tacit understanding with her as Qi Yan.
Qi Yan did not look away.
His heart couldn't help beating so fast.
He kept thinking about the meaning of her words in his heart. After a moment of confusion, he suddenly woke up.
Looking into her clear and bright eyes, Qi Yan laughed to himself, he was really stunned.
How could he think that Ling Yutong really wanted to be alone with him and asked him something?
He closed his eyes, his voice filled with helplessness.
"clear."
"So, there's nothing to ask, right."
What he said was an affirmative sentence.
Ling Yutong rolled her eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt that Qi Yan's tone contained an aura of excitement that made her... ears tingle.
She smiled.
"I still have questions to ask."
"For example, do you no longer want this leg?"
The hand holding Qi Yan's wrist suddenly let go, and his fingertips lightly tapped Qi Yan's leg as if dancing.
Qi Yan's whole body froze.
My legs moved slightly uncontrollably.
The smile on Ling Yutong's lips turned cold: "Oh, I'm still conscious. It seems that I'm not disabled."
She retracted her hand and looked up at Qi Yan's "bewildered and embarrassed" face. She felt helpless and couldn't help but feel soft.
"I've told you many times that you need to rest, why don't you listen?"
There was a hint of tenderness in her last sentence, which made Qi Yan couldn't help but lower his head to cover up the ripples in his eyes.
Something seems wrong with him.
Only for Ling Yutong.
He had to reply. He opened his mouth and was about to defend himself, but before he could speak, Ling Yutong snatched the words away.
"Don't worry about me again. This reason has been used again."
"Although I'm soft-spoken, I can't be fooled by just one reason."
Qi Yan pursed his lips.
Ling Yutong narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed softly in his heart.
Seeing that Qi Yan was silent, she turned back to find the medicine box.
The moment she turned around, she couldn't see Qi Yan's eyes raised straight up, staring at her with a very deep look, filled with obsession, incredibly deep.
When she looked back, Qi Yan still pursed his lips, looking bored.
"Sit over there."
Helpless, she raised her chin and gave orders.
Her long trouser legs were rolled up, and she couldn't help but frown as she looked at the shocking wounds in front of her.
It's really a bit tragic.
No wonder his endurance is as strong as Qi Yan's and he also has a slight limp when walking.
If this small and deep wound were left on her body, she would not be able to walk...
Originally, it would take another week of training before he could walk naturally on the ground, but Qi Yan hurried back to the palace and came with her to arrest people in the middle of the night.
Now it's better, he needs to rest for a few more days.
I still don’t know how to live peacefully.
She was secretly annoyed that the strength of her hand had lost its weight.
It wasn't until Qi Yan couldn't help but "hiss" that she raised her eyebrows and glared at him.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
"If you continue to mess around with me, this leg will no longer feel pain."
It was obviously a very fierce tone, but her tone was rather cold, which was surprisingly pleasant to the ears.
I don't feel like I'm being attacked at all.
Qi Yan couldn't help but laugh.
Ling Yutong's eyes widened: "Okay, you're still smiling."
As she said this, she couldn't help but feel angry and wanted to pinch his uninjured part as a small punishment.
He looked around, his eyes wandering around.
Finally, it locked onto the slightly curved cheek of his lips.
Qi Yan was caught off guard and was pinched by her.
He was completely stunned.
The faint coldness in his eyes, which had remained unchanged all year round, now completely disappeared, turning into a blank blankness.
His pupils were slightly dilated, almost blankly watching this scene.
Ling Yutong's cheeks were particularly clear in his eyes at this moment.
Those dazzling eyes with fire, the burning passion almost penetrated the fragile psychological defense line into the heart, and the slightly pink lips, not stained with vermilion, but delicate and charming.
Compared with her face and vivid expression that had a strong impact on him, the warm touch on her cheek made him want to... feel it carefully.
"Do you still dare to make a scene?"
"I'm telling you, when I'm telling you serious business, I'm not allowed to joke."
Her lips opened and closed, and he couldn't quite hear what she said, but...
Qi Yan still nodded.
He coughed lightly, and the smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows was no longer playful, but serious and gentle.
"Okay, I agree to everything Yutong said."
This rare docility extinguished the fire in Ling Yutong's heart.
She still kept squeezing his cheek, and because of the delicate skin under her fingertips, she couldn't help but move her fingertips slightly.
Qi Yan's smiling eyes deepened a little.
He pressed his cheek maliciously, and the next moment, Ling Yutong hurriedly retracted his hand as if he was frightened.
"you!"
Seeing the girl in front of him suddenly widen his eyes, Qi Yan allowed the thoughts in his heart to grow wildly, and then suppressed them severely in his heart.
He smiled as usual.
"Oh, it's my first time to have my face pinched. I'm a bit uncomfortable."
Ling Yutong stared, unable to say a word.
In the end, she was defeated while looking at each other, and whispered in her heart, okay, who is the one who made the first move?
With a low cough, she looked away.
"Ansheng is staying at home these days. If I see you walking with a limp again, I won't be as polite as I was just now."
The strong warning had a bit of a girlish tone to it, and Qi Yan couldn't help but curl his lips and respond softly.
Feel it carefully, and there is still a vague feeling of warmth on your cheeks.
He couldn't help but wonder, just now he was being polite, and then he was not polite...
Qi Yan lowered his eyes and smiled at himself, and stopped his divergent thinking in time.
If you continue to provoke her, she will really get angry.
An inexplicable atmosphere circulated between the two of them. Ling Yutong lowered his eyes. He couldn't explain the reason, but subconsciously rubbed his fingertips.
He raised his head and glanced quickly at Qi Yan.
She thought silently, don't tell me, Qi Yan is a tough guy, but his face is quite soft.
…
Many people gathered in the center of the capital.
For the common people, watching the execution of nobles is a very lively event. In the past, it didn't matter if they were aloof. There was a royal family above the nobles. If they offended the royal family, the nobles would have to strip off their fine clothes and kneel here simply.
The common people gathered around to watch, and the expressions on their faces were not gloating about misfortune, but a kind of plainness that good and evil will eventually be rewarded.
Yu Jinghong's eyes were frightened, and the noisy voices could not change his expression, but the executioner behind him was holding a machete, and the knife was dragging on the ground, squeaking...
He shook his head dramatically and muttered: "No, you can't kill me. My father is the prime minister. All of this is..."
A bamboo stick was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.