◇ Chapter 25: Sowing discord between Chen Yanheng

Chen Yanheng finally took off An Qin's underwear and pants as he wished.

The seemingly elegant and thin man was actually quite large. He was wearing a tight-fitting undershirt and trousers, revealing a part of his white wrists and ankles.

An Qin squatted in the corner and sulked for a while, with a hot temper on her face. She straightened her messy clothes, listened to the man behind her groaning from time to time, and moved back with a cold face.

Since this is related to the mission of the owner of the manor, this bastard can die anywhere, but he must not die in Jiangzhou!

An Qin patiently helped Chen Yanheng sew up the torn wound again. Perhaps it was a deliberate revenge for what happened just now, but this time he used much more force than yesterday, and his movements were much more skillful and cold.

Chen Yanheng's mouth twitched in pain, he clenched his back teeth tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, his trimmed round nails dug deep into his palms, his fingertips stained red with blood, and he forced himself not to cry out in pain.

It was rare to see such a serious and calm person showing off his temper. A feeling of joy rose in his heart, which mixed with the severe pain from his back and was actually a bit fascinating.

Chen Yanheng cursed himself inwardly, "You're simply sick!" and waited quietly for An Qin to finish stitching the wound without making a sound. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, which slid down his angular eyebrows and soaked most of his black clothes.

Her lips were bitten red, and her complexion also became much rosier.

An Qin had no idea that Chen Yanheng was in so much pain that his teeth were about to break. He just thought that this man was so patient. He couldn't help but look up to Chen Yanheng and silently put away his needle and thread.

The needle and thread at the mouth of the medicine bottle were only enough for emergency use, and the amount was not much. The healing powder was almost gone. The belt that Chen Yanheng gave her was only exchanged for two coins in this disaster-stricken mountain, which was not enough to buy medicine.

...By the way, I have to steal the belt back to avoid being blamed by this shameless guy.

An Qin pursed his lips, frowned, and his expression became more fierce.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the man's clothes hanging on his arms and his heaving back. He paused, then expressionlessly lifted up the collar of his clothes to cover his exposed back.

An Qin packed his things while thinking carefully about what to do next.

Chen Yanheng's injuries were too severe. If he were brought back to Jiangzhou City, he would probably die. However, in the cave, medicine and money were both a problem...

Moreover, he had observed this cliff when he went out in the morning. It was very steep and dangerous. If he had not been good at martial arts, or if the owner of the manor had sent people to bury caves on the edge of the cliff for hiding, he would probably not be able to grab the vines in time. In such a situation, it would be extremely difficult to bring Shen Yanheng up using lightness skills.

It's a pity that Jiangzhou is neither far nor near from Fengyue Villa. Otherwise, if it were closer, he could go back to the villa and ask Shen Gui to send some people to help. How could those killers dare to be so arrogant in front of them last night?

An Qin frowned angrily and quickly packed up his things. Suddenly, he saw several vines blocking the entrance of the cave. The two aimless strings in his mind were quietly connected. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind and his deep eyes suddenly lit up.

vine!

An Qin suddenly had an idea.

It took Shen Yanheng a long time to recover from the severe pain in his back, and his teeth chattered.

The blow was too heavy-handed. This heartless guy didn't die at the hands of those criminals, but was almost killed by him.

If he gets married, he will have no good life in the future.

Although he was cursing in his heart, the corners of his mouth curled up tremblingly. It was obvious that he accepted the title of "Madam Brutal", which was completely different from her, very calmly.

He turned around to look for An Qin, only to see that An Qin had stood up from behind him. He took out a dagger from somewhere and cut down the vines blocking the entrance in a few strokes. He also cut off the leaves and branches and dragged the remaining vines inside.

Anqin gestured twice, picked up two of the bare vines, and began to wrap them around each other.

However, he was educated as a killer since childhood. When it comes to martial arts, he is confident that in the entire Liang Dynasty, almost no one can beat him in a one-on-one competition without using any tricks. If the opponent's manpower had not been too large last night and each of them was a killer who fought to the death, he and Shen Yanheng would not have been in such a mess.

He's good at fighting and assassinating, but he's really not good at this kind of manual work.

What serious assassin would learn weaving skills?

An Qin sat there, wrapping the vines calmly for a while, but when he came back, there were still two vines. He angrily tied the vines as if they were tied up, but all he got was a "well" shape. The hole in the middle was big enough for a person to pass through, and he was unable to catch Chen Yanheng and pull him up.

An Qin, who has always been a top contender in various competitions since childhood, frowned and fell silent when he looked at the pair of brown vines in front of him for the first time.

"Pfft!" Shen Yanheng couldn't help laughing when he saw his angry look. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that every move of this stern young man who was clearly an adult was extremely cute.

An Qin looked at him with a cold face.

Chen Yanheng paused, then laughed twice.

An Qin curled his lips: "..."

Shen Yanheng stopped smiling when he was disturbed by the wound on his back. He supported himself with his hands and moved towards him, pulling two vines over.

"Stop being an assassin and start studying crafts and become a virtuous wife?"

An Qin narrowed his eyes viciously.

Chen Yanheng stopped when he saw that things were going well and said hurriedly, "What do you want to do? I'll help you."

An Qin looked at him suspiciously.

Chen Yanheng raised an eyebrow, picked up a straw from beside him, and quickly spun out a cricket, waving it in front of An Qin: "How is it?"

An Qin remained silent.

After looking at the "cricket" for a long time, An Qin said, "Basket."

Shen Yanheng nodded.

An Qin continued, "The killer has left. I'm taking you away from here, lest they fail to find the body and come back to ambush."

"Speaking of this, I'm a little curious." Chen Yanheng took two vines and was glad that he had no skills in his childhood. After playing with these, it was not difficult for him to weave a simple basket. "Why, your master changed his career and stopped charging for services. He started working as a bodyguard instead?"

An Qin clenched his fists.

Chen Yanheng glanced at An Qin frivolously, and stretched out his tone: "Or, you disobeyed my orders and couldn't bear to do it...hiss——"

After being kicked in the knee, Chen Yanheng smacked his lips, put away his playful smile, and said seriously, "Look, I was willing to take a knife for you and even walked through the gates of hell. If you are willing, I promise your master will not make things difficult for you."

How could he possibly betray the owner of the manor who saved his life? Betray Fengyue Villa!

An Qin frowned and kept silent.

Chen Yanheng carefully observed An Qin's expression, and seeing that the young man was not as furious as the first time, he felt elated, thinking that his risk of life was worth it.

It is his style to repay a favor, but he does not like to repay a favor to his sweetheart.

Chen Yanheng added fuel to the fire, whispering eagerly, "The first time I saw you, I considered you my only wife from now on."

This is true. If he had not taken a liking to An Qin the first time, he would not have stopped the carriage ten years ago.

But at that time he never thought that he would fall for a child who was seven years younger than him. Later, when he found out that the curled up boy had grown up to be a top assassin who was always successful in his villa, he realized that he had been quietly watching him for ten years.

Perhaps he fell in love with the poor ragged boy at first sight and wanted to take him back to the villa and hide him away.

An Qin's ears felt hot, and he was at a loss and felt extremely embarrassed and angry at these extremely shameless words.

The scene that he had secretly seen when he was lying on the roof of Nanfeng Building kept appearing in his mind. His face suddenly became even hotter. He pursed his lips dryly and lowered his head to ignore the burning gazes of the people next to him.

He is a man, how can he be a wife?

What's more, his body is hard and has many wounds, his waist is not soft, and his skin is not smooth. What's good about him?

An Qin tried hard to keep a straight face, but he didn't realize that his cheeks were burning like steamed crabs. His vague and questioning eyes made it clear what he was thinking.

Chen Yanheng chuckled softly, and An Qin suddenly came back to his senses, stiffening his body and looking away.

An Qin waited until the temperature on his face cooled down before he put on a stern face again and turned around.

The vine in Shen Yanheng's hand has already taken the shape of a basket, which is much better than An Qin's "well" shape.

An Qin was slightly surprised, and he looked up to this tutor who seemed to know everything, and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

After the foundation was laid, it was much easier to weave upwards. An Qin took into consideration that Shen Yanheng was still injured, so he took the remaining vines from him and weaved them upwards in circles.

Chen Yanheng was not polite and handed everything to An Qin. He leaned aside and continued to pick up the vegetarian bun and started to eat it.

“You learn really fast.”

Of course, he has been at the top of the class since he was young!

No one dislikes praise. An Qin's expression relaxed. He didn't notice where the bun next to his mouth came from. He just subconsciously opened his mouth and bit it, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

By the time the basket was woven, it was almost dusk. The fiery red sunset shone into the cave, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.

An Qin placed the basket at the entrance of the cave, carefully measured its sturdiness, and after ensuring that it was safe, he carried Chen Yanheng into the vines, turned over, and climbed up the cliff using the vines.

Wrapping the vine connected to the basket in his hands, An Qin tore off a piece of the hem of his clothes and bit it in his mouth, then pulled the vine basket up with great force.

Then An Qin carried Shen Yanheng on his back, kicked the vines off the cliff, covered the traces on the rubble, and ran quickly towards the village where they had just exchanged food.

His palm was pressed against Chen Yanheng's thigh. Through a thin layer of inner clothing, Chen Yanheng could clearly feel the unevenness on his palm, and several areas were swollen.

Yes, they had to use thin vines to pull him up along with the not-so-light vine basket, and I'm afraid his hands would be swollen from the strain.

He was so focused on himself that he almost forgot that he had injured his palm when he slid down the cliff yesterday at such a fast speed.

Chen Yanheng's smile faded, and his expression was even more solemn than when he was chopped by the knife. He tried his best to hold An Qin's neck with both arms to make his palms feel better.

Carrying a person on his back was quite heavy, so An Qin had to find a riverside to put the person down and rest.

Afraid that the wound on Shen Yanheng's back would become inflamed and rotten if it was exposed to sweat for too long, An Qin put him down, fetched some water, poured out the last bit of medicine left, and went to pull his collar.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the man turned around and grabbed it.

An Qin was stunned and looked at him warily.

Chen Yanheng pulled his hand in front of him, smoothed out his palm, and saw two hideous purple-red wounds. The skin was broken in several places, and it looked bloody and mangled. There were many red spots on the fingertips, which looked like needle pricks. There were also several swollen marks on the wrist, which was more serious than he had imagined.

He hadn't noticed it before.

Chen Yanheng pulled down the corners of his mouth, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

An Qin felt quite uncomfortable being stared at on the wound like that.

He had suffered serious injuries in the past while on missions, and honestly, this was just a minor injury, which was only a superficial one and would heal after some rest.

An Qin pulled his hand away but failed to struggle. Fearing that this madman Chen Yanheng would ignore the wound on his back, he stopped trying.

"It's just a minor injury." He said lightly, not taking it seriously.

Chen Yanheng didn't say anything, but took the last bit of medicine from his waist and sprinkled it all on his palm.

This is the best medicine for wounds!

Wouldn't it be a waste to use it on him?

However, Chen Yanheng held on tightly, and An Qin had no way to refuse. He could only watch as the fine powder filled his entire palm.

His hand was brought to his mouth and blown gently. The gentle breeze relieved the stinging and heat on his palm. An Qin felt confused and an unknown sour feeling arose in his heart, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Shen Yanheng...

If Chen Yanheng wasn't the person Fengyue Villa wanted to assassinate...

An Qin's thoughts suddenly stopped, he pursed his lips, and looked away.

"You can't touch water these days. There are no pursuers now. You will help me walk later."

"oh."

"This is the last time."

An Qin looked at him puzzledly.

Chen Yanheng said: "I won't let you get hurt again."

The man rarely raised his frivolous face and spoke in an extremely serious manner. An Qin's usually cold eyes trembled violently, and he quickly looked away, but his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever said such words to him, even at Fengyue Villa.

An assassin is a chess piece of his master, living on the edge of a knife and licking blood.

Over the past ten years, An Qin has seen many of his companions either seriously injured or killed in missions. He knows that their profession is despised and their lives are worthless.

Chen Yanheng actually said to him...

An Qin's heart was beating fast, and waves higher and higher were rising in his usually calm heart.

Chen Yanheng looked at An Qin's dazed state and the struggle and shock in his eyes, then held his hand against his chest and looked at him.

An Qin's eyes then fell on his own hands, and he felt the other person's chest trembling and his Adam's apple rolling.

The last ray of sunset turned into a rosy robe that draped over the two of them, and their slender shadows gradually approached and entangled with each other.

Chen Yanheng kept getting closer to An Qin.

Just as their lips were about to touch, An Qin suddenly opened his eyes. The tip of the dagger that he had grasped in one hand was already against Shen Yanheng's neck, and his eyes regained their indifference.

Chen Yanheng's neck, which had just healed, was hit again, leaving a bloody mark and a slight stinging pain.

Shen Yanheng: “…”

An Qin's heartbeat hadn't yet calmed down, and he said coldly, "Just trying to sow discord."

Chen Yanheng: “…………” Well, you’re throwing your seductive eyes at a blind man.

【Author’s words】

An Qin: Haha, just trying to sow discord.

Chen Yanheng: I hate you for being a piece of wood

Happy New Year ladies!!!