"you do not know?"
Jian Fengchi was also a little surprised.
"Didn't he come back with Lin Zhifei? Lin Zhifei was seriously injured, and his injuries were not serious either."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured on his left shoulder,
"Such a long incision is so close to the heart. Moreover, it seems that in order to rush back as soon as possible, his injury has worsened due to lack of treatment. I just spent a lot of effort."
Xiaoba was stunned, and his heart seemed to tremble.
Yes, they came back together. Everyone knew that Lin Zhifei was injured and unconscious, but no one noticed Yan Qing's injury.
From what Jian Fengchi said, it seemed quite serious.
She didn't notice it at all
Jian Fengchi looked at her and realized something:
"No one among you can help him look after his injuries?"
Xiaoba suddenly felt a little guilty.
She curled her fingers and said:
".I didn't expect him to get hurt too."
He is the Zuo Shen General, the sharpest sword in the emperor's hand, and the sword's edge is invincible.
How could he be injured, and—he didn't show anything wrong at all at the time.
Xiaoba frowned.
He just endured it like this
Jian Fengchi sneered,
"What you said is interesting. He is also a human being, and of course he will get hurt. You really took good care of Lin Zhifei, but Yan Qing didn't care at all?"
He closed the fan, put the fan handle against his chin, and said slowly,
"This attitude is too biased."
When Xiaoba heard this, he felt something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to refute.
But for a moment, I didn't know what to say, and I always felt like I had a guilty conscience in my heart.
In addition, it seems that there are other indescribable emotions.
It's a mess anyway.
She hesitated for a moment, still a bit arrogant, and said:
"Who, who told him not to say anything, let me go and have a look."
Jian Fengchi looked at her up and down.
It's really rare for this little ancestor to have such a reaction. He just said the two sentences casually, without really saying that she was wrong.
After all, Yan Qing can indeed endure it.
Lin Zhifei's injury was more serious than him, so he probably wouldn't say much.
If the situation wasn't really difficult, I'm afraid he wouldn't even shout.
He smiled and said:
"That's not necessary. I've already taken care of it for him. I'll just take care of him for a few months."
With Yan Qing's strength, it has taken him so long, which shows that the trouble is really big.
Jian Fengchi glanced at the sky.
"It's quite late. You can go back. I'll just watch from here."
Xiaoba said "Oh" and was not in the mood to continue arguing with him, so he turned around and left.
Just after taking a few steps, I heard Jian Fengchi say from behind me, seemingly unintentionally:
"By the way, Yan Qing still needs some Taiqing Pills. I'll have to ask you to look after Lin Zhifei later. I'll make some time to refine the medicine for him."
Taiqing Dan is extremely precious and extremely powerful, and most people cannot tolerate it.
Unless you have to use it.
Xiaoba bit his lip and said irritably:
"knew!"
When it got dark, Xiaoba had already finished dressing up and was lying on the bed, ready to rest.
She was really tired, but for some reason, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
That feeling of sleepiness had completely dissipated at some point.
She opened her eyes and looked at the dark room.
Jian Fengchi's words echoed in her ears from time to time, intertwined with the scenes of her and Yan Qing arguing during the day.
Of course, strictly speaking, it wasn't a dispute, it was just her losing her temper.
Thinking about it carefully, Yan Qing had never been angry with her, and he had never even said a harsh word to her.
He has a very cold temperament, is stubborn and old-fashioned, and is crisp and clear-cut. He will not say a word even if he can do something.
She talked so much before, and I don’t know how he could bear it.
Xiaoba sat up suddenly.
Just go and have a look, no one will die!
Besides, he also broke into her room in the middle of the night before.
After thinking this way, she finally felt a lot more comfortable, so she got up and headed outside.
Yan Qing's residence is actually not too close to Shisan Yue.
Fortunately, the route was simple, and it was late at night, so we didn’t meet many people on the road.
Xiaoba was secretly annoyed and didn't know where he felt like he was a thief.
She was still very confused on the way, but after a long process, she finally arrived.
Seeing the closed courtyard door not far away in front of her, she finally felt certain in her mind: We are here!
Then she stepped forward.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard something coming from inside.
She made a move and leaned against the door to listen for a while.
The wind rustled and broke through the air.
like
Practicing sword practice
Even though she was separated by a door, she could still feel the astonishing cold sword energy.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
Is it crazy to still be practicing swordplay at this time
Without thinking, she pushed the door open.
"Yan Qing! What are you doing!"
The moment she pushed the door open, Yan Qing held up her sword and sheathed her sword.
He turned his head and looked over. When he saw clearly that it was Xiaoba, a bit of surprise flashed across his face.
"How did you come?"
The moonlight was like water, falling down and covering his body like a thin layer of frost.
Xiaoba choked up when asked.
But when she feels guilty, she often doesn't run away, but becomes even more arrogant.
So, she didn't answer Yan Qing's question, she just walked over and stood three steps in front of him.
She raised her chin and smiled with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.
"Your arms are almost useless, but you are still in the mood to practice swordsmanship?"
Yan Qing's thin lips pursed slightly.
Seeing his reaction, Xiaoba became even more angry.
"say something!"
This person is always like this. If you ask three questions, you may not be able to get a single reply.
She took another step forward and smelled the faint smell of blood and the bitter smell of medicine on his body.
This made her even more irritable.
"Why, you won't hide now?"
Yan Qing was silent for a moment and said:
"I was just a little busy before and never paid attention to it. I didn't hide it on purpose."
Xiaoba snorted coldly, not believing a word of this.
She approached again, and there was only half an arm's length between them.
She tilted her head, and the night breeze ruffled her hair.
Under the moonlight, she was still charming and charming, her eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and they were astonishingly bright.
"Yan Qing, do you think I'm not qualified enough to see you injured, or do you think I'm not qualified enough to diagnose your injuries?"
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the sword in his hand, half-smiling.
"Or...you had your heart set on not wanting this arm?"
This kind of questioning, wrapped in unconcealed anger, was straightforward and straightforward.
Everything was quiet.
The moonlight passed through the branches, casting sparse shadows on the ground, swaying in the wind.
Yan Qing looked at her.
Then he said:
"The right hand I use for sword practice."
Xiaoba was confused.
"The injury was to the left shoulder."
"So, it doesn't matter."
Xiaoba was stunned for a moment, and then he became embarrassed!
Yan Qing's hand holding the sword loosened and tightened, and he looked at her like that and asked:
"You're angry."
"Why?"
Yan Qing: I must have an answer
(End of chapter)