◇ Chapter 28 It’s better to be restrained at night

Chen Yanheng was undoubtedly given another cold shoulder, but he was not angry at all. He squinted his head and stared at the handsome young man in front of him without any concealment, looking him up and down carefully.

Everyone started to persuade him to surrender, wasn't it because they didn't want him to die?

If he is reluctant to let him die, doesn't it mean that he not only has him in his heart, but also cares about him very much?

This blow was totally worth it.

Chen Yanheng stared at An Qin, the love and affection in his eyes almost overflowing, which made An Qin feel embarrassed and annoyed.

The little bit of sympathy that had just arisen in his heart was easily wiped out by this shameless man. An Qin only regretted that he was still in Jiangzhou, otherwise he would have definitely taken off this bastard's head.

How could there be such... such shameless people in this world!

It's just a daydream!

The hot gaze was glued to him, and An Qin felt uncomfortable. He turned his back and calmed down for a long time before he suppressed the murderous intent that was rising in his mind. His stern and cold face regained its indifference and calmness.

He unfolded the things he had bought from the pharmacy, and heated the silver needle over the candle flame. He glanced at Chen Yanheng coldly, ignoring the guy's previous frivolous request, and said dully, "Turn around and bandage it."

Once the cold voice covered up the concern and gentleness that had just been used to persuade Chen Yanheng to surrender to Fengyue Villa, only his usual indifference remained, and he became the ruthless assassin who struck with a knife without any desire or ambition.

However, Chen Yanheng had long known that An Qin was a very cold and old-fashioned person. After years of ups and downs in officialdom, he was very adept at reading people's expressions. As soon as he looked up, he knew that this kid was hiding his anger and wanted to take revenge.

The wound on his back was stitched just yesterday and it hadn't become inflamed or ulcerated. Even if the stitches needed to be changed, it would take at least two days.

Looking at that look, he seemed to wish he could turn into a silver needle and poke him in the body.

He had caused it, so naturally he had to let go of the anger. After all, it was only some physical pain, and it wouldn't be a big deal if he took medicine. Chen Yanheng even asked his most skilled assassin to assassinate him, let alone to make his sweetheart smile. It was just to let him vent his anger, not to mention that he could take this opportunity to gain sympathy.

He immediately smiled, untied his belt, and pulled his collar down to his arms.

Although the knife wound stopped bleeding after a night, the area around the wound had turned blue and black, mixed with coagulated blood clots, stretching across the entire back, like a big black centipede, and looked even more serious than yesterday.

When An Qin saw the hideous and ugly scar, a hole opened up in his calm heart, as if he had been suddenly punched.

The silver needle in his hand suddenly became extremely hot. His Adam's apple rolled and he suddenly pursed his lips, his expression as if he was facing a great enemy.

Chen Yanheng waited a long time for An Qin to take action, and when he thought of something, the smile on his face paused for a moment, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

There is no one in this world who doesn't like beautiful things, and this little assassin of his is no exception. Over the years, all the things he gave away were good-looking and useful. Even those who didn't care about beauty at first could develop a habit of liking beautiful things.

Chen Yanheng believed that his face and figure were a major advantage in making An Qin hesitate. After all, he was indeed handsome and elegant, and in his early years, there were no shortage of homosexuals who were unaware of his identity and had hinted at their love. Now, he had just been stabbed. The wound was a bloody mess yesterday, but today his skin must be hideous and bruised. If An Qin saw it, wouldn't he be terrified?

It would be bad if I saw him in the future and all I could think about were these bruised and purple knife marks.

"still……"

Chen Yanheng shrugged his shoulders and tried to put on his clothes, but the burning wound on his back suddenly felt heavier, and then he felt a cool breeze, which relieved the burning pain in the wound.

Chen Yanheng glanced sideways and saw that the silver needle that had been burned and disinfected had returned to the cloth bag at some point.

Feel sorry for him?

Chen Yanheng raised his eyebrows, his affectionate peach blossom eyes widened slightly as if in surprise. He had gotten such a great bargain that his heart was filled with excitement. He even thought about the guests he would invite to the banquet when they got married.

However, considering the wound on his back, Chen Yanheng forced himself to keep his mouth shut and said nothing, but just raised the corners of his lips, his heart couldn't stop swaying.

An Qin frowned and used a piece of wood to carefully apply the ointment to the man's back, making sure that no part was missed before picking up the things on the ground.

"The Jiangzhou prefect cannot be trusted."

Chen Yanheng was still arguing over the guest list, but when he suddenly spoke, he paused.

An Qin said, "Xu Shu's prescriptions are available in every pharmacy, and countless people have come to him for charcoal. Although Xu Shu is dead, he still has accomplices. I can't kill them all by myself, and the government has already rebelled. If you write a letter, I can help you deliver it to the capital. It will arrive in one day."

Fengyue Villa has special carrier pigeons and mechanical sparrows for delivering letters. Their speed is incomparable to that of horses, but they cannot deliver letters over long distances. It just so happens that Fengyue Villa is on the road from the capital to Jiangzhou. He sent the letter to Fengyue Villa. Given how much the owner of the villa cares about this matter, he will definitely send someone to deliver it to the capital immediately.

What's more...

An Qin lowered his eyes, thinking that even if this matter was unimportant, he believed that the owner of the manor would never let him get into danger in Jiangzhou, and those caves were the best proof!

After all, Fengyue Villa is his own, so he is not afraid of being exposed. This is just right for Su Yingtian to feel at ease. At the same time, it can also help him quickly find a new prefect of Jiangzhou and take over.

As for the charcoal...

There is nothing else in Fengyue Villa, but poisons and assassins are everywhere, so there is naturally no shortage of antidote pills. Ying Shi has already sent people to infiltrate the Zhulong Sect, so he is very relieved about what will happen next.

Chen Yanheng nodded, gladly accepting An Qin's concern: "Okay, with such a great favor, I'm afraid I can only repay it with my own body..."

An Qin glared at him quickly, threw the cloth bag filled with needles and thread on the ground in front of Shen Yanheng, kicked the firewood beside him and placed it between the two of them, abruptly interrupting Shen Yanheng's light-hearted words and direct gaze, then turned over, leaned against the straw with his arms around his chest, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Shen Yanheng: “…”

Chen Yanheng pinched the cloth bag tightly, and couldn't help but curl his lips, his heart still rippling: Is this... a token of love?

The fire in the woodshed went out again. On the other side of the hut, a woman holding her child was already half asleep. When she heard some noise coming from the woodshed, she woke up completely and felt vaguely uneasy.

"Daniu, those two today..."

She had never lived in the south like Da Niu, so naturally she didn't know the meaning of "sworn brothers". She only knew that her husband was also a money-loving man, and those two men were not dressed like ordinary people. If she took them in today, she and her daughter would have to live in fear all day long. After all, in this world, if a woman was wronged, she had nowhere to seek justice.

As soon as Daniu stopped snoring and began to drift off, he happened to hear the rustling of the firewood. The image in his mind aroused his anger, and he started to attack his wife, saying nonchalantly, "Oh, of course we can't just let others stay. You and I are precious. Those two are a pair. They like men, not women. When I was young in the south, we called homosexuals 'sworn brothers'. Don't worry, they obviously ran away because their families didn't agree. One is a young master, and the other is probably a guard or a follower. They were unlucky and fled to our place where there are natural disasters. Didn't you see the look in Bai Tian's eyes when he was about to die? He was afraid that I would compete with him for his wife."

"Oh." The woman covered her mouth in surprise, and her heart was finally at ease. She was glad that there was still a lot of firewood in the stove today. She would have to go to the woodshed less often tomorrow to avoid running into anything she shouldn't see.

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Not long after An Qin fell asleep, it was dawn.

Chen Yanheng agreed to write the letter but specified that he wanted rice paper and lotus silk envelopes produced in Jiangnan. An Qin waited until dawn and went to Jiangzhou City again to buy what this guy wanted and to get some information along the way.

Meanwhile, Chen Yanheng summoned Ying Shijiu again and gave him instructions on the matter of the Sad Heart Powder.

He didn't need to take any special action to deal with a small rebel from the Zhulong Sect. The main reason for his leaving the capital this time was not An Qin.

He just ordered Ying Shijiu to solve the matter within three days. Without saying anything more, Chen Yanheng took out a cloth bag and a dirty-looking belt from his arms, and then ordered Ying Shijiu to send someone to make two suitable wooden boxes.

Seeing An Qin steal the belt and then go to the pharmacy to buy needles and thread, Ying Shijiu had a complicated expression: "Yes, do you need me to repair your injury..."

"That reminds me." Chen Yanheng sat up, the wound on his back causing his temples to twitch twice in pain. "Pack the wooden box, and bring a box of scar cream."

It would be bad to leave a scar, because he is a little pervert.

It looked like there was no need to rebandage it. Ying Nineteen's complex expression turned into a hint of sympathy: "...Yes."

He had been an assassin before becoming a secret guard, and had known An Qin for several years. He knew that while An Qin appeared meticulous and respectful, he was actually a perfunctory person, even when he was injured. He bandaged himself, as long as he didn't die. Fengyue Villa didn't skimp on its own people's expenses; whether they were injured or on missions, the villa covered their food, clothing, and shelter. But as far as he knew, An Qin always spent the least. When he was away from home, he was content with just enough to eat, and he could even munch on two hard pieces of bread with complete contentment.

Ying Shijiu thought of the real knife fight he had secretly seen the night before, and then thought of An Qin's sloppy and clumsy attitude towards him, and silently felt a sense of admiration for his master.

The master is really... able to endure what ordinary people cannot endure, he is truly worthy of being the master!

Ying Shijiu received the order and hid back in the dark. On the other side, An Qin had already rushed back with rice paper and an envelope.

He left the village twice in one night without being noticed. After Chen Yanheng finished writing the letter, An Qin sent it out using a mechanical sparrow. After everything was done, he went out with the bag of rice at the door and ran into Da Niu's wife.

"Sister-in-law, can you lend me your pot?" An Qin nodded in thanks and spoke softly.

Daniu's wife was startled, and she was subconsciously timid in front of a strange man. But when she thought about what Daniu said last night, her face suddenly turned red. She glanced at Anqin's waist, her face turned redder, and she nodded: "It's right there, do you need help?"

An Qin gave the woman a strange look and said, "No, thank you."

Da Niu's wife nodded, picked up her daughter, and when she passed by the woodshed, she saw that the firewood inside was in a mess, and even her neck was steaming.

After a long time, she took out a hatchet from the house and whispered, "The bed board is a little small. If you have the strength, you can go to the nearby area to cut some bamboo to build a bigger one. There is also quilt in the big cowshed. Although it is a little torn, it is better than straw. You, your husband's injury will definitely heal. Don't be too sad. At night... at night, you should be more restrained so that you can heal faster."