Chapter 17 Ask Him to Assassinate Me

The tip of her nose was filled with the faint floral scent of the man, as if he had fallen into a bush of flowers and been marinated by the flowers for several days and nights before being fished out.

My ears were filled with the other party's constant questioning, which made me want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

In this regard, An Qin, who only knew how to study martial arts, was no match for the knowledgeable Taifu. He was disturbed by the other party's few words and his ears turned red and bleeding. He clenched his teeth and had to think quickly to think of a good plan.

A vague flash of inspiration came to An Qin's mind, and he paused.

He gradually relaxed his defenses and stopped struggling, but buried his face in the quilt, leaving only his two red ears exposed.

Chen Yanheng learned his lesson. Seeing that the man had stopped struggling, he did not dare to let go easily. He had to hold the assassin's hand with both hands to prevent being killed. He could only rub the other person's hand on his wrist and his breathing became rapid.

"You say no, but your body is honestly tight, huh?"

Chen Yanheng bit his earlobe, noticing the slight tremor on An Qin's back, and chuckled softly, "It's just my ears that can't stand it. My body is so sensitive, what would happen if it were somewhere else?"

The veins on the back of An Qin's hand bulged, the exposed skin became even redder, and a trace of heat rose from his head.

What was even more terrifying was that his face was hidden in the mattress and everything in front of him was dark. He took advantage of the moist heat coming from the tip of his ear, and pictures actually emerged in the darkness as the gangster spoke.

It's simply... obscene and despicable!

An Qin stiffened his body, bit his lower lip, and hummed in response.

Shen Yanheng paused.

An Qin said in a muffled voice: "I can promise you."

Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he pursed his lips, separated his upper body slightly, and propped up his head to look at him: "Huh?"

He hadn't expected to get a response from An Qin. After all, the young assassin was quite shy, and giving him the antidote instead of taking his life might be an extraordinary act.

An Qin turned his head and wiped his wet ears with the ready-made bedding, looking at the corner of the bed with a determined look: "Someone has offered a price for your head. If you offer a higher price, I will stay and help you."

Chen Yanheng was surprised: "Really?"

An Qin concealed the calculation in his eyes, then remembered that he had his back to the man and that he couldn't see him at all, so he nodded heavily: "Yes."

Chen Yanheng couldn't see An Qin's face, but he could sense something was wrong from the back of his round and plump head.

To become the best assassin in the villa, martial arts alone are not enough.

Fengyue Villa does not have a rule that whoever offers the highest price will be assassinated. Instead, his secret guards are often sent out to protect those dignitaries who are afraid to die when they go out.

This little assassin looks honest, but he doesn't even blink when telling lies.

If this happens, he will be completely controlled by others, and even if he is sold, he will have to count the money for others.

Chen Yanheng smiled, his heart increasingly drawn to this seemingly honest yet cunning assassin. After a moment's hesitation, he followed his words and said, "If you're willing to stay, the entire Taifu Mansion, including me, will be yours."

An Qin: "Okay."

Chen Yanheng said shamelessly: "Words are not enough, you need to kiss me to make it count."

An Qin almost lost his composure and said stiffly, "Just let go."

The two of them were in a position of one above the other, An Qin was pinned down on the bed with his backhand, his whole body embedded in the quilt, with only the range of movement to turn his head left and right. At this time, Shen Yanheng was talking to him at the back of his neck, and he didn't even have the chance to raise his head to push him away, let alone turn around and kiss him.

However, the Taifu usually takes the initiative to deliver things to the door.

Chen Yanheng wiped the messy powder off his face, and couldn't wait to put his face forward, leaning on An Qin's shoulder, and put his ear to his ear and cheek to his cheek.

When the young man turned his face away shyly, he turned his head to face the other person, closed his eyes, and slowly loosened the grip on his hands that had been restraining the other person.

It was the first time that An Qin saw the face of the current Grand Tutor at such close range.

The colorful powder and ink on the man's face had almost all fallen off. His face was as white as jade and his skin was fair, even more delicate than it looked from a distance. There were no fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and the upturned corners of his eyes made his warm cheeks look somewhat amorous, making him look like a dandy who was a playboy.

A few drops of sweat appeared on her forehead and nose bridge. It was obvious that she had used a lot of strength to suppress An Qin. The corners of her lips were always raised. She licked the corners of her lips. The peach-colored lips were stained with a trace of moisture, and they looked crystal clear and tasted good.

Even though An Qin was a man, he had to admit that the other person's appearance was indeed the most handsome he had seen in these years, even the young waiter in Nanfeng Tower could not compare to him.

What a pity, he shouldn't have offended Fengyue Villa.

An Qin narrowed his eyes and noticed that the shackles on his hands had loosened. His gaze moved down to the man's lips.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, thinking that this was not the first time, so he just treated it as a piece of pork, and raised his head to bump into the beautifully shaped thin lips.

Chen Yanheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the person standing close to him with a smile in his peach blossom eyes, and slightly opened his lips.

An Qin stared at the other person quietly, realized what Chen Yanheng meant, and stuck out his tongue.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the dim room, drowning out the whispers and hurried footsteps in the front yard.

An Qin let the other party absorb it, making a few strange humming sounds that he had learned from watching Nanfenglou. He was always alert to the strength of his hands, and when he got the chance, he would suddenly pull his hands away and try to escape.

Chen Yanheng had anticipated this and suddenly tightened his grip on his wrist, chuckling twice vaguely. Only after being bitten did he pull out of An Qin's mouth with a breath of cold air, still unsatisfied, and licked his lips, tasting the smell of blood.

Bitten again.

The bite was much lighter than last time.

It seems that she still thinks about him and is reluctant to say anything harsh.

Chen Yanheng was distracted: "Want to run?"

The plan failed, and An Qin's face turned cold again.

"My dear, we've been together for such a long time. As soon as you stick your butt out, I know what you're thinking." After saying that, he pushed his hips forward.

An Qin's face grew darker and darker, and he glared at the other party fiercely out of rage and shame. However, he was afraid that the shameless Chen Yanheng would take advantage of him, so he pursed his lips suddenly, and the color of his lips was almost invisible.

Chen Yanheng was not picky and licked the corner of his lips. He was thinking of a way to free his hands so that he could teach this unscrupulous little assassin a lesson.

There were two cautious knocks on the door, which was a bummer.

The eunuch's shrill, low, hoarse voice, trembling, came from outside the room: "Sir, there is an urgent matter in the palace. Please, quickly, quickly enter the palace."

Chen Yanheng's smiling face froze for a moment, and a hint of impatience and viciousness flashed across his eyes, which he had never shown in front of An Qin before. It was so fast that even An Qin didn't catch it.

Although he was extremely unhappy, this eunuch could enter the Taifu Mansion directly, so he must be Su Yingtian's personal eunuch. Su Yingtian knew that he had "important matters" to attend to today, but he still sent someone to convey the message overnight. This matter must be extremely urgent and cannot be postponed.

The eunuch did not get an answer from the Grand Tutor, but he heard faint rustling noises coming from inside. He guessed that the Grand Tutor was not asleep, so he just stood outside and waited respectfully.

Chen Yanheng gritted his teeth, secretly cursing Su Yingtian as a bastard, and then revealed his frivolous look again. He reluctantly pressed An Qin down and said, "You scream nicely, I'll let you go again today."

An Qin moved his ears and decided to play dead.

He heard everything the eunuch said.

As long as Chen Yanheng left, even if he was trapped in an iron wall, he would naturally find a way to slip out. It was better not to say such humiliating words.

How could Chen Yanheng not see through An Qin's thoughts? Under normal circumstances, he would have a thousand ways to make An Qin say what he wanted to hear, but today...

"You're just relying on my affection for you. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be so easy to talk to." Glancing at the figure standing out from the lattice, Chen Yanheng put away his frivolous look and slowly let go of An Qin. "Be more cautious next time. If I hadn't happened to have an antidote, I'm afraid you, this little thief, would have succeeded."

An Qin did not move his troops, not because he was moved by Shen Yanheng's words, but because he was afraid that the other party would try to lure the enemy deeper and capture him again.

After the people behind him stood up, An Qin was sure that he could escape. He flipped over and sat up, pulled out the dagger from his boot, and attacked Chen Yanheng with a cold face.

This time Shen Yanheng was really caught off guard.

He never thought that An Qin could hide sharp weapons everywhere, not to mention that he had thrown the antidote to him not long ago to go against his master's orders and save him once. After all, they still had some friendship.

"Bang!"

Shen Yanheng was unable to dodge and barely avoided the vital parts, but was cut on his left arm and knocked over the vase by the window.

"Sir?" The eunuch guarding the door was startled and cried out in shock.

The secret guards and others who were guarding in the dark were ready to go, staring at the movements in the main room, waiting for the master's order.

An Qin vaguely sensed the hidden danger, retreated to the window, and glanced at Shen Yanheng's blood-stained arm. He thought that the other party would be furious, but he never expected that the handsome face with elegance and easygoingness still had a tender smile, and he used his mouth to say three words - don't leave yet.

An Qin frowned immediately.

Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps it was because the death makeup he had previously applied to his face had not been completely wiped off, or because the cut was too deep and he had lost too much blood, but Shen Yanheng's face looked slightly pale.

The candle flame swayed gently in the wind, and Shen Yanheng's expression looked even uglier.

"Sir? Sir!" The eunuch knocked on the door, but still received no response, so he hurriedly shook the door from outside.

An Qin gave Chen Yanheng a complicated look, then glanced outside the door. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around, climbed over the wall and onto the roof, and left in the night.

Shen Yanheng gasped and collapsed to the ground, his features twisted in pain. "Someone come!"

In the dark, Shadow Nineteen silently climbed in through the open window. His hand was still warm on the windowsill. He smelled the blood in the house and silently took out the best medicine from Fengyue Villa from his sleeve.

Chen Yanheng hurriedly bandaged his wound and went into the palace. On the other side, An Qin walked away and then turned back the same way, waiting in the dark, waiting for the carriage of the Taifu Mansion to drive out of the mansion, and followed it silently.

Only after seeing Chen Yanheng change into the palace sedan did An Qin stop. He looked at the majestic and towering red walls, spotted the tall treetops on both sides, climbed up the trees and hid, preparing to explore the terrain and the distribution of guards in the palace.

Chen Yanheng followed the eunuch all the way to the Zichen Palace. When he reached the palace door, he heard two painful screams from inside, and his face instantly became solemn.

As I pushed the door open, the smell of blood in the hall hit my nose.

Su Yingtian sat on the dragon throne with a grim face. Two bloody men were curled up at his feet. Their faces could not be seen clearly. Each of them had an identical tattoo on his wrist. Only when they shook from time to time could one tell that the two men were still breathing.

The eunuch bowed his head and closed the door.

Chen Yanheng subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his arm felt a sharp pain, and he frowned coldly.

Su Yingtian was about to speak when he saw that half the sleeve of the Taifu's snow-white clothes was red, and his arm was wrapped in two layers of thick gauze, with blood oozing out of the gauze. The injury was not light.

Those who knew him would think he was having a secret meeting with his sweetheart tonight, while those who didn't would think he had become enemies with his sweetheart.

The defense of the Taifu Mansion is tighter than that of his palace. It is obvious who did this.

Su Yingtian was considered half the master of Fengyue Villa, and knew almost everything that happened in the villa. He had heard about An Qin several times, and he was a very honest and obedient child. If Chen Yanheng had not made the first move, he would not have been injured so badly.

Su Yingtian immediately became interested. He had been feeling a little apologetic that his old friend had rarely shown any favor, so he had summoned him overnight. But now it seemed that his imperial edict had played a role.

Su Yingtian's gloomy face was tinged with a hint of mockery. The gloom of the assassination attempt suddenly dissipated a lot. He raised an eyebrow and jokingly said, "If you weren't going to meet your lover at night, how did you come back injured? How could the owner of Fengyue Villa let his subordinates get away with it?"

Chen Yanheng smiled slightly: "How do you know that I have never succeeded?"

Su Yingtian: “…”

Su Yingtian looked at his wound, and his expression seemed to say, "It looks like the other party has almost succeeded."

Shen Yanheng said proudly: "He gave me the antidote."

Su Yingtian was slightly stunned.

Chen Yanheng completely forgot how he had just narrowly avoided that fatal move and said confidently, "He could clearly kill me, but he only injured my arm when he left. It's obvious that he didn't want me to die."

Su Yingtian looked at his friend worriedly: "......"

Chen Yanheng suddenly looked at Su Yingtian and sneered, "If it weren't for your Majesty's urgent call, I wouldn't have been injured."

Su Yingtian: “………………”

This wasn't the first day that An Qin had entered Fengyue Villa. How come he hadn't noticed that Chen Yanheng was so obsessed with beauty that he would forget his friends?

Su Yingtian choked. He and Shen Yanheng had a life-and-death friendship, so he shouldn't be punished just for a few words.

He magnanimously turned the page, pointed at the two men on the ground, and returned to the main topic: "We just tortured them severely and found out that these two were members of the Dragon Slaying Cult."

"The Dragon Slaying Cult?" Chen Yanheng asked, "Is it related to Huang Chongwen?"

"That's right." Su Yingtian nodded. "Last year, when the rebels were executed, there was still a large amount of money flowing in and out that hasn't been investigated. I suspected there were still rebels in the court, but I just learned from them that Huang Chongwen is the leader of the Zhulong Sect. He allocates 10,000 taels of silver to the sect every year. It's called a church, but it's actually for recruiting soldiers. The members of the sect are all hardened warriors trained from childhood to do his work. Although Huang Chongwen is dead, the Zhulong Sect is still there. The riots caused by the floods in Jiangzhou and other places a few days ago were also secretly manipulated by the Zhulong Sect. The living immortal who spreads prescriptions to save people and is supported by the people is actually the Zhulong Sect's deputy leader. His purpose is to disrupt the people's hearts and minds in our court and seize power and usurp the throne."

A Zhulong Cult without its leader was certainly not to be feared, but gaining popular support was not necessarily a guarantee. However, a while ago, a flood struck Jiangzhou, leaving many civilians homeless. Natural disasters and man-made calamities naturally predispose to epidemics, so even when the epidemic spread, Su Yingtian hadn't noticed anything was amiss. Even when a renowned doctor suddenly appeared in Jiangzhou, claiming his prescriptions were effective in curing the epidemic within a short period of time, Su Yingtian remained unperturbed. Instead, he instructed disaster relief officials to treat the doctor with respect, and if they could bring the medical sage to the imperial city, he would personally meet him and reward him.

Who knew that the plague was deliberately spread by the Zhulong Cult just to incite people. If he hadn't been caught on the spot and tortured by someone who tried to assassinate him today, he would have probably fallen into their trap.

Now that people's hearts have been incited, if we issue an order to kill the deputy leader of the Dragon Slaying Sect at this time, I'm afraid that public outcry will be aroused, and it will be difficult to back down.

"This matter is of no small importance. Yan Heng, I trust you with it." Su Yingtian paused and said considerately, "Since we're going to Jiangzhou, it won't be convenient for the secret guards to follow us covertly. As for An Qin... tell him to assassinate me, and I'll help you keep an eye on him."

【Author’s words】

Su Yingtian: An Qin wouldn't really kill the king, would he?

Chen Yanheng: If I give the order,

Su Yingtian: =口=