Chapter 81: Missing Wounds
"Mo'er ......" King Huan, who was about to walk in, was a little angry, but when he saw the situation inside, he couldn't get angry at all. Bloody tears had blood-colored handkerchiefs on their eyes, their bodies moving unconsciously, their voices intermittent, apparently having a terrible dream, fragile and sad. Lu wept on the blood and tears, not knowing whether he was suppressing his turmoil, or if he was no longer able to rely on his own strength to stand firm. Blood had oozed from the thick white cloth on his left wrist, but he didn't know it, his eyes were helpless and full of pity looking at the blood and tears, and he kept softly comforting his comatose brother. And Zhao Qingyan sat on the sidelines, and his frowning brows explained his pain.
"Wow-" Zhao Qingyan suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of black-red and bright red blood, almost falling off the dwarf.
Lu Wei hurriedly turned around and exclaimed, "Yunmo!"
Zhao Qingyan slowly took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, and said casually: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Turning his gaze to King Huan, he smiled slightly bitterly: "I didn't mean to." β
The little anger in King Huan's heart had already dissipated now, and he only sighed, "I know. β
Zhao Qingyan reached into his arms again, took out a few medicine bottles, poured a handful of medicine into his palm, put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, and then asked, "How is Xia Peng?" β
King Huan sighed longer and asked rhetorically, "Who is your forbidden beating to be counted on?"
Zhao Qingyan looked at his hand: "I want to send him away and don't bother me, but he seems to have vomited blood." β
King Huan continued to sigh: "He flew out more than thirty feet, you still hit him in the chest, can he not vomit blood?"
Zhao Qingyan recalled for a moment, and suddenly said, "I said it." After I hit him, he had internal recoil in his body, which is why he was so miserable. I was originally sending him out with internal force, but I was basically caught off guard and fell, so I didn't vomit blood. β
King Huan asked, "What did you say?
Zhao Qingyan was stunned: "It should be, what's wrong? I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to it, but now that I think about it, there is indeed an internal force rushing into my palm." I was still messed up with my internal strength, and I almost fell. β
King Huan had already learned about the situation from the onlooker guards, but he didn't care about him, and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you mess up the internal force yourself?"
Zhao Qingyan didn't seem to notice the change in his expression: "How is it possible? Even if I neglect to cultivate, in order to walk and save my life, I have put a lot of effort into controlling my internal force." If I were to diverge my internal force so easily, let alone walk, the internal force alone would be enough for me to die hundreds of times when it traveled in the meridians. β
King Huan's face sank slightly: "Mo'er, do you know what internal force hedging means?"
Zhao Qingyan was stunned: "What do you mean? Isn't it just the internal force that you protect yourself or fight back when someone hits you with internal force? Uncle Thirteen, I really used internal force to send him out, so as to teach him to get out of the way, and I didn't want to hurt him." You know, my internal force is all for healing, and it's so soft, even if his internal force backlash will cause my internal force to be a little violent, it won't hurt him anything. β
King Huan sighed: "You are confident. β
Zhao Qingyan asked: "What's wrong? I really think that he is too ruthless without injury, and he definitely can't leave a secret injury." β
King Huan said: "The secret injury will definitely not stay, but he won't be able to get out of bed for at least a month, and if the Tsing Yi thief makes any moves this month, no one will go to replace him." β
Zhao Qingyan didn't care and said: "Not to mention whether the Tsing Yi thief will make a move this month, even if he does, he can't catch it if he is not injured." He made blood and tears like this, and I slapped him and flattened it. β
King Huan laughed and said, "It's flat, did you do this? If anyone did it like you, Ouchi would have to be lifted off the top." β
Zhao Qing said: "No." β
King Huan was helpless: "It's a shame that I was forced by the imperial brother to add ten guards to catch the Tsing Yi thief, but Xia Peng was injured by you, and it will be delayed again." β
Lu Wei seemed to be stunned for a moment when he heard King Huan's words, but he didn't have any other reaction, wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead for blood and tears. Zhao Qingyan also glanced at Lu Wei: "If you care, it's just chaos." β
King Huan only thought that he was looking at blood and tears, but he didn't care, and reached out to touch his hair: "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise with the temperament and habits of blood and tears, I don't know how long it will take to find out that he is sick." β
Zhao Qingyan nodded, looked at Lu Wai and Blood Tears not far away, and suddenly asked, "Thirteenth Uncle, this time the matter of the puppet palace is solved, can you leave with blood and tears?"
King Huan was slightly stunned: "Why do you talk about this? Let him live in Ouchi is what the three of you ask yourself, right?"
Zhao Qingyan said: "I changed my request, and they also changed it, so Uncle Thirteen will agree!"
King Huan looked at him half-scoundrel and half-pleading, and said with a smile: "Okay, the matter of the puppet palace is over, and it can be regarded as an excuse." β
Zhao Qingyan laughed: "Thank you, Uncle Thirteen." β
King Huan said: "No thanks, you just need to be safe." β
Zhao Qingyan stood up: "Then please trouble Uncle Thirteen to clean up the mess, I will go back with them first." β
King Huan asked, "Don't you want to rest a little longer?"
Lu Xi heard them talking, straightened up, and exhaled lightly: "No, I'll also cause trouble for you here, I'll take him back to the cell." β
Zhao Qingyan saw that King Huan was about to speak, so he preemptively said: "Uncle Thirteen doesn't have to worry about my body, it's no big deal." I'll stay with Lu Cry and Blood and Tears for a while, and then I'll come to Uncle Thirteen. β
King Huan had no choice but to nod and let him leave.
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Seeing Blood and Tears sleeping quietly, Lu Wei stood up from the side of the bed and walked to Zhao Qingyan's side: "Thank you." β
Zhao Qingyan took a sip of water, and his expression was light: "You're welcome." β
Lu Wei sat down, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm sorry." β
Zhao Qingyan was a little stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Lu Wei looked at his still extremely pale face, with a slight apology in his eyes: "If it weren't for blood and tears, you wouldn't be hurt like this." β
Zhao Qingyan said: "Oh, then you should also let the blood and tears apologize to me, you don't have to." It's just a mouthful of blood, and I'm used to spitting it out for a long time. Besides, I was going to bring you over to see blood and tears, and it turned out like this, and I want to apologize to you. β
Lu Wei smiled, knowing that he didn't want to apologize, so he didn't say anything, and silently drank the tea that was not delicious. Zhao Qingyan seemed to be a little tired, but he was also happy to be quiet, put down the tea bowl, lay on the table, tilted his head and pillowed on his arm, and his eyes stayed on the blood and tears without moving.
"Did you do it on purpose?" A bowl of water was poured down, and Lu Wei spoke again, his voice looking unusually hollow in a cell with only three people.
Zhao Qingyan looked at him sideways, and immediately understood what he meant: "I said no, do you believe it?"
Lu Xi smiled: "Thank you." β
Zhao Qingyan sighed lightly: "Don't thank me, I'm just in a hurry." I saw wariness in his eyes, and therefore knew that he wouldn't let me slap him without resisting. So I deliberately revealed the breath of internal forceβa very strong breath, enough to threaten his life. He deliberately said one or two more words to give him time to gather his internal strength, so as not to really hurt him. You also heard Han Yan's words, he can't get rid of the appearance of blood and tears, so I will punish him easily. And ......"
Lu Wei asked, "Can't do it?"
Zhao Qingyan said vaguely: "Probably." β
Lu Wei knew that he didn't want to mention this matter more, and he didn't force it: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to do it directly, it really scared me." I thought you couldn't hold your breath and were going to get rid of him directly. β
Zhao Qingyan spread his hands: "He didn't do anything bad, he just got rid of it because he was in my way...... Besides, even if I really had such thoughts, I wouldn't be able to do anything to him openly, right?"
Lu Wei praised: "I believe this sentence." β
Zhao Qingyan glanced at him: "I'm so like a villain?"
Lu cried: "No, I spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." After all, I remember that not long ago, there was a person who said that he was afraid of hurting a guy named Xia Peng by mistake. Who knows if you 'missed' today?"
Zhao Qingyan thought about it for a while: "Oh, it seems that there really is." β
Lu Wei asked proudly, "Really?"
Zhao Qingyan smiled: "If you don't say it, I forgot it." β
Lu Wei pretended to lament: "Just two days ago, someone told me to take the fly away, but before I could leave, that person had already swatted the fly to death by himself, how could I be embarrassed?"
Zhao Qingyan asked rhetorically: "What does this mean?"
Lu cried: "Say it lightly. β
Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Huh?"
Lu Wei was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "The priority is light." β
Zhao Qingyan raised his forehead: "It's like this again." β
Lu Qiqi said: "Again?"
Zhao Qingyan told him about the derogatory relationship with Jiang Wuyan the day before, and his face was full of helplessness.
Lu cried: "So it's a very wise thing for me to call you 'respectful', otherwise how embarrassing would it be every time?"
Zhao Qingyan smiled bitterly: "Speaking of which, it seems that only the master will call me that, and I have gotten used to it for a long time, so I don't think it's strange." β
Lu Wei smiled: "That's because you frequently speak lightly, and you don't care about others calling you that." β
Zhao Qingyan was already tired, and he didn't want to talk to him more, so he stood up: "You accompany him, and let him eat something when he wakes up." I'll go to Uncle Thirteen to deal with Xia Peng's affairs, and I'll go back to the palace later, if there's anything you can ask Haoyu to tell me. β
Lu Wei also knew that his body was about to be unable to hold on, nodded and said, "You go, don't worry about blood and tears." β
Zhao Qingyan looked at the blood and tears again, and saw that he was sleeping peacefully, so he pushed the door and walked out.
Han Yan was waiting for Zhao Qingyan not far away, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly greeted him, with a worried face: "I'm sorry." β
Zhao Qingyan asked: "Because of blood and tears? Didn't you say it doesn't matter? He has that temperament, and even he didn't find out that he was sick, and it's normal that you didn't notice it." β
Han Yan said: "It's not this. The little prince had already asked Chen Huayi to tell me to pay attention to Xia Peng, but I still didn't pay attention. β
"Chen Huayi?" Zhao Qingyan was stunned, and then smiled slightly bitterly, "Okay, I think I know what's going on." So be it, it's in the past. β
Han Yan asked tentatively, "Little Lord is not angry, is he?"
Zhao Qingyan straightened his face: "Do you look like I'm angry?"
Han Yan smiled reassuringly: "It's not like that." β
Zhao Qingyan smiled: "That's right, how can this son be so easy to get angry? I'm leaving, you can be busy." He waved his hand and left.