Chapter 212 Don't let him catch who that person is
"Tired?"
Qi Yan asked in a low voice, with obvious concern in his eyes.
Ling Yutong turned his head and was slightly startled.
She shook her head and said honestly: "It's not the time to get tired yet."
Before Qi Yan woke up from her sleep, she told the other soldiers at most what she was going to do and what she needed to prepare. The first step of treatment was to take a medicated bath, and the herbs were sorted and bundled into bags. These things were all in the camp.
The soldiers completed it.
She wasn't of much help.
It just rained and she felt a little breathless, so she came out to take a look.
Qi Yan glanced at her and turned his head without saying a word.
Um?
Ling Yutong was confused. Before he could turn around, he felt a warmth on his shoulders.
"It's not cold."
She said so.
But Qi Yan did not stop picking up her cloak.
"It's rainy and windy. Once the weather gets bad in the border areas, it will be much more severe than in the capital. It's your first time here, so don't get cold because of it."
Ling Yutong blinked.
is that so?
However, although this was her first time in northern Xinjiang in this life, she had lived in the frontier for many years in her previous life, and she did not feel that the bitter cold weather was more severe than in the capital?
The moment this thought crossed her mind, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Qi Yan cared about her, and she then said, how could anyone be looking for trouble?
She raised her hand and tugged on the fur collar of her cloak, and the melancholy that had been hanging on her brows since she came here dissipated a little.
"How do you feel now?"
She raised her eyes and asked seriously.
Qi Yan tilted his head, seemed to feel it carefully, and then said: "It feels pretty good. The impact of the toxicity on me has been minimal."
"Just be poor."
She wrinkled her nose and knew from his expression that he was not answering properly.
Qi Yan couldn't help but curl her lips, straightened her body as she was about to turn around, and said seriously: "I'm serious. Look, this poison was originally directed at me. It's really strong."
"But the medicine you gave me in advance failed to exert its strongest medicinal properties."
"Now, you have appeared in front of me."
"What reason do I have to feel that I am in a bad state?"
Ling Yutong blinked.
This time, she could see that Qi Yan was serious.
She coughed lowly, trying to hide her smile.
But she failed.
Because, Qi Yan looked at her with a smile, and that look in his eyes... could convey thousands of emotions without the need for words.
It's also a little too gentle.
She tucked her hair behind her ears uncomfortably.
What happened to Qi Yan, how he treated her, his attitude became more and more kind.
Not only was he kind, but he would occasionally call her... his heartbeat was out of balance because of him.
She closed her eyes and didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"Miss Ling, what should we do next?"
A sudden sound interrupted her thoughts. She looked up, pursed her lips, and said, "After the medicinal bath, there is acupuncture."
She is the only one here who can do acupuncture for the time being. She said that when she gets busy, this is the time.
Qi Yan obviously realized this.
He frowned, looked back at the camp, briefly estimated the number of people in his mind, and frowned even more.
He was in a low mood, and even the momentum around him was condensed.
The soldier who asked the question in front of him suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back and was very nervous.
Qi Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, narrowing his eyes.
"Liu Yu, right?"
Liu Yu was excited and stood up straight immediately.
"yes!"
"Go and take a look. The letter sent to the capital by the Marquis was sent this morning. Why is there no reply yet?"
Qi Yan ordered with a cold eyebrow.
If anyone could help Yutong share the work of acupuncture, it could only be the imperial doctor who rushed from the palace.
Liu Yu trotted to see the situation.
Ling Yutong felt warm in her heart. She stretched out her hand and tugged on the corner of Qi Yan's clothes and shook her head: "It's okay."
As soon as the palace gets information, the speed of dispatching people is absolutely non-stop.
Even if she is tired, it is not necessarily physically tired, but mentally tired.
Let's see who is the unlucky guy sent here.
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The unlucky doctor Fang was on the way, and was blown away by the wind at the frontier fortress so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes.
He asked weakly: "How long until we arrive? I'm really going to be vomited..."
"Soon."
Doctor Fang: "..."
As early as a quarter of an hour ago, this person said the same thing.
He rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk to this dull-eyed soldier.
At the same time, I secretly cried out in my heart.
…
Time goes back to when the Holy One just received the letter from Marquis Anan.
After reading the letter, he smashed all the tea bowls on the table.
Amidst the clanging sounds, Doctor Fang raised his eyes in confusion, and the hand that had just taken back the pulse for the Holy Master trembled slightly.
What's going on?
What happened?
The Holy One roared: "When did border issues become so complicated that they had to be reported to me for processing?"
"He, An Nanhou, doesn't have long hands, so he can't make people shut up!"
He obviously saw Annanhou's report on the surrounding rumors first.
The Holy Emperor was furious, and the people around him knelt on the ground.
No one dared to speak out, and finally it was Taifu Tong who broke the silence.
The Holy Father directly handed the note to him.
Taifu Tong opened it and found that there was another page inside. He read it briefly and his face became serious.
"Your Majesty, Northern Xinjiang really needs the capital's immediate assistance."
His words caused the Holy Spirit's anger, which had just calmed down, to rise again.
"What's the meaning?"
"When does a rumor arise around me that I need to resolve it?"
Taifu Tong shook his head: "No."
"Look at the next page."
It turned out that the soldiers who bound this letter had never done the work of literati and stuffed the letters written by An Nanhou in the wrong order.
But the Holy Father became furious when he saw the first page. The paper was so thin that he didn't even see another page.
After reading the next page, His Majesty's expression became solemn.
Doctor Fang was called out unexpectedly.
"Go in person and see what symptoms those soldiers have. And you must cure them."
Doctor Fang was stunned. He was dragged into the carriage out of the city in a daze. Moreover, he only realized how difficult the matter he had to face this time was on the way.
After he left, the Holy Master frowned severely.
He was not interested in the female assassin reported by An Nanhou at all, but the Gu insect described in the letter...
There was a hint of impatience in his brows and eyes.
Without waiting for his instructions, Taifu Tong raised his hand and silently waved away the trembling palace guests in the palace.
The Holy Master turned his head and saw that the hall was empty, and the complicated emotions in his heart eased a little.
"The ones I raised..."
Taifu Tong replied before he could finish asking: "Those people won't leave the capital. It's not like they did it."
The Holy Master nodded, looking thoughtful.
Who could it be?
It wasn't their people who did it. Who else had such a big hatred against Qi Yan and wanted all the soldiers in the camp to suffer from the strange symptoms together with Qi Yan.
The Holy Spirit felt unhappy and unhappy.
It's true that he didn't like Qi Yan. If Qi Yan was poisoned to death, he would dig out a bottle of good wine that had been buried for many years and pay homage to his grave, not to mention holding a normal ceremony for him.
But those soldiers stationed at the border are not only the soldiers that General Qi once led, but also his people. The weapons that protect his country and secure his throne!
The person who dares to harm his tool, don't let him catch who that person is!