Chapter 228 Young and energetic, Ying adults will understand
Ying Huaixu suppressed the discomfort in his heart and did not let the killing intent in his eyes show.
It's just that emotions cannot be completely concealed. Even with a mask covering the subtle expressions on his face, his jaw was very tight. Qi Yan's sharp aura was directly swept into his face, and the aura emanating from him was also very intense.
low.
The atmosphere is deadlocked.
After Qi Yan said the cruel words, Ying Huai Xu became silent.
He didn't have time to pay much attention to the other party, so he turned around and was about to go back to the tent, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Ying Huaixu, who had been silent just now, turned around and stopped in front of him.
"Qi Xiaoyou, I want to talk to you nicely, and I hope you can respect me a little bit."
"Miss Ling suddenly vomited blood. It must not be because of my balm. She comes into contact with so many soldiers with symptoms every day, and there is a high possibility of being infected. I can allow you to be rude to me once, but if there is a next time, I...
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"Oh."
Qi Yan let out a cold snort from his throat.
"It seems that Mr. Ying has endless nonsense."
Putting the responsibility on the soldiers, he now completely did not believe that the soldiers were the heroes who rushed into the fire to save people without hesitation.
Heroes are always magnanimous.
After Qi Yan said this, he drew the sword on his waist and hit Ying Huaixu hard on the chest before he even took it out of its sheath.
"you!"
Ying Huaixu was caught off guard and received this blow. He shivered in pain and almost fell to his knees.
And none of the surrounding soldiers had any intention of helping him. No one tried to pull Qi Yan away. Instead, they all looked at him, pretending not to see anything.
Ying Huaixu reacted instantly, it was his words that chilled the hearts of all the soldiers.
He frowned, but there was nothing he could do to fix it now. He could only...take a few steps back and leave Qi Yan's attack range.
But Qi Yan's attack range was beyond the range that he could leave by taking two steps back.
Ying Huaixu's eyelids trembled and he leaned back suddenly, trying to avoid the oncoming sword scabbard.
But, it cannot be avoided.
The scene was extremely funny.
Qi Yan had a cold face, the sword in his hand was not unsheathed at all, and he struck Ying Huaixu steadily with careless but sharp movements.
However, Ying Huaixu was unable to dodge and was in an extremely embarrassed state. Apart from the mask on his face, he was still scratching his face so hard that it did not fall off. His clothes had long been beaten to a messy and noisy state, and everyone lost his dignity.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ying Huaixu could no longer restrain himself and cursed angrily: "You are attacking an official!"
Qi Yan responded calmly: "Well, I warned you."
If he keeps talking nonsense, he will do the following and take action directly.
Ying Huai Xu's face hidden under the mask instantly turned extremely ugly.
This chaos was caused by Qi Yan's unilateral response to Huai Xu's sanctions.
The arrival of An Nanhou ended all this.
However, when he saw this scene, his first reaction was to look at Qi Yan's scabbard, then raised his eyebrows, and then raised his hand to stop him.
"Stop."
After Qi Yan had a meal, he put his sword away from his waist and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Tell me about you. You were in a bad mood, but you dragged someone to the martial arts field to spar. Why did you start lecturing someone at the door of the tent? Which soldier is so ignorant? Go and receive your punishment!"
An Nanhou spoke sharply as if he didn't see the man squatting on the ground wearing a mask.
Ying Huaixu felt particularly embarrassed, and his words were also filled with anger.
"You want me to collect the punishment?"
His voice lost its usual warmth, his mask was slightly tilted, covering most of the darkness in his eyes, and he looked embarrassed.
An Nanhou raised his eyebrows and then said in surprise: "Master Ying?"
"How could it be you!"
He looked at Ying Huaixu and then at Qi Yan, and said in an exaggerated tone: "So you were beaten by Mr. Ying? This impulse is unacceptable, oops..."
With that said, he walked up and patted Qi Yan on the back to comfort him.
"I know that things have been complicated recently. You are young and vigorous, and Mr. Ying is an old man in the officialdom. Maybe there is a deep generation gap, and there will be disputes between words, but when there is a dispute, the words will be broken.
Understand, or just give in, right?"
"Why bother going so far as to take action?"
Ying Huaixu: "..."
Unexpectedly, in terms of age, I was actually cheated.
The generation gap is quite deep!? His real age is one year older than Qi Yan. How can there be a generation gap between people of the same age!
A mouthful of old blood choked his heart, and he barely managed to use his palms on the ground to stand up.
Don't you want to break it off?
Okay, then he will have a good talk with Qi Yan, delaying time to make Ling Yutong's symptoms worse, and let Qi Yan also taste the heart-wrenching pain!
But when he finally walked to them with great difficulty, he looked up and saw Qi Yan's apologetic look.
The other party's apology was so sincere that he even took off the sword from his waist and handed it to him with both hands, saying: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now. I shouldn't vent my emotions wantonly on adults. I'm just too worried."
It’s Yutong.”
"This sword is for you. If you want to fight back, I will bear it and I will never fight back."
Ying Huai Xu:???
He almost laughed out of anger, okay, Qi Yan still has two faces.
But at this time, Marquis An Nan also turned around to help.
"Qi Yan definitely didn't do it on purpose. The sword was not unsheathed, so this matter is not the most serious. Mr. Ying knows the overall situation best and can understand the young man's anxiety."
Ying Huaixu licked his back molars and felt that his hands were a little itchy.
He wanted to be angry but couldn't, but letting it out would only bring him temporary pleasure, but it would do no harm to his subsequent plans.
Still have to endure it.
He took a deep breath and said, "I have already given the left and right balm to Qi Yan. Isn't there an imperial physician in the tent? Let him check it and he will know that there is nothing wrong with my balm."
"The ones who caused the problem must be the soldiers she has frequent contact with on a daily basis."
"So, please don't put any blame on me!"
"Otherwise, I won't uncover it so gently next time."
An Nanhou frowned.
Qi Yan put on his sword, and the guilty look in his eyes suddenly disappeared. Behind his plain words was the deepest coldness.
"The same words are given to you, sir. If I find any connection between Yutong's symptoms and you, next time, it won't be an unsheathed sword."
The smile on his lips was cold and ruthless, and he said silently: "I will kill you directly."
Ying Huaisu's pupils narrowed.
Qi Yan turned around and entered the tent.
But at that moment, the cold murderous intent all over Xi Juan's body was like maggots attached to her bones, contaminating her body and causing him fear that would not go away for a long time.
An Nanhou's eyes also became subtly colder. Although he still maintained politeness and etiquette in his words, Ying Huaixu knew that he had to speed up his progress.
Both men were eyeing him.
Then, it will only be a matter of time before his identity is exposed.
When he left, his eyes were dark.
In fact, he could have just made a gesture and left, but... Ling Yutong suddenly vomited blood, and such a reaction that was far beyond his design made him feel a little uneasy.
According to his plan, Ling Yutong should have an emergency at a time when he was absolutely untouchable and was in danger.
Not now.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with the balm.
The problem has always been the box containing the ointment. The box has been replaced. Unless you are a person who studies this matter carefully, you will not be able to tell.
As far as he knew, this Imperial Physician Fang was an orthodox palace physician.
The Holy One will not let such an imperial doctor know about the art of Gu.
They can't find it out.
Ying Huaixu lowered his eyes.
His lips were pursed straight, and although he looked like he was walking with a dull head, after deliberately avoiding people, he got closer and closer... to the tent where Xuewei was imprisoned.
He narrowed his eyes.
Is this tent really only guarded by one soldier, Liu Yu?
He didn't believe it.
Then, where is the safe distance for him to stay?
As soon as the light in his eyes faded, he raised his lips and made a plan in his mind.