Chapter 422: Testing (Part 2)

For the people of Nan, from ancient times to the present, they dare to curse the emperor and speak dirty words behind his back.

There is only one kind of person who wishes they could be put on a pedestal, and when they fart, others will say "right, right, right".

That is the miracle doctor.

In order to avoid being seen, Yan Lang said that Yan Shijiu's disease was difficult to cure. He had to go to the deep mountains and forests and find a secluded and deserted cave to have a 70% chance of curing it.

Such a clumsy and flawed lie, yet everyone believed it.

Yun Chen even took advantage of his familiarity with the surrounding terrain and actively chose a secluded place. He personally sent Yan Shijiu, Wan Chen and Yan Lang there in a carriage and arranged various herbs, medicine jars and bedding.

Yan Lang kept staring at Yun Chen's busy movements. There was no trace of the cold-blooded look in his eyes as before, but only complex, surging emotions of light and dark.

"Yun Chen, are you sure you don't want to treat your ears first?" Yan Lang asked, "If you want, I can treat you first. I will always put you first."

Yun Chen glanced at Yan Shijiu, who was lying on the ground, drooling and playing with ants, and waved his hands repeatedly:

"Let's treat him first. It's really tiring to take care of a fool every day. Besides, it will only take seven or eight days for you to treat him. I'm not in a hurry."

After finishing everything, Yun Chen pulled the carriage away.

Looking at Yun Chen's receding figure, Yan Lang was lost in thought for a long time, until Wan Chen's voice interrupted his thoughts:

"Your Majesty, please quickly remove the needle for the Emperor."

Yan Lang's body shook slightly, and he returned to his indifferent look, staring at Wan Chen with cold eyes.

This secret guard is the most outstanding and tenacious one among all the secret guards secretly trained by Yan Shijiu in Guangyulanzhou.

He has excellent lightness skills, strong combat power, and a skill in dismantling corpses that even experienced butchers cannot match. While others can split one corpse, he can split two cleanly and neatly. His skills are deeply appreciated by Yan Shijiu, who sent him to teach the Black Scale Cavalry for several months. After he came back, he has been guarding Yan Shijiu.

Although Wan Chen's personality is old-fashioned and dull, he is willing to suffer with Yan Shijiu and is also a good actor.

Yan Lang looked at Yan Shijiu again and couldn't help but sneer in mockery.

Anyone who sees Yan Shijiu's current appearance would dare to believe that this is the tyrant Yan Xing of Dongyan who killed his father and brother and almost slaughtered the entire royal family to ascend to the throne?

He abandoned the huge Dongyan and left it to Jiao Zuotai, who was seriously injured and recuperating, and then returned to Dongyan to supervise the country with a large army. He himself ran to this border black market to suffer and act, just to perform a "death escape" drama in a reasonable way and continue his plan to devour Nan Kingdom and Yun Chen.

Yan Lang once asked him, does the human screen have to be so cruel?

Yan Shijiu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If it wasn't tragic enough, how could people easily believe that a person whose body was buried in the Luojiang Royal Court escaped death and came back alive? If it wasn't tragic enough-"

Yan Shijiu approached, smiling rather wantonly:

"Brother, you don't understand this. Women are the most soft-hearted in the world. Sometimes their sympathy and heartache are much more effective than saying 'I love you' ten thousand times. Oh, and don't forget to prepare scar-removing medicine for me as usual. I don't want to scare Yun Chen in the future."

Thinking of this, Yan Lang walked up to Yan Shijiu who was still catching ants and said coldly:

"Kneel down."

Yan Shijiu looked at Yan Lang in a daze, his eyes still confused, but he still obeyed obediently, lowered his tall body and knelt in front of Yan Lang.

Yan Lang raised his hand and touched the top of Yan Shijiu's head. After feeling around for a while, he pulled out the long silver needle that had suppressed all of Yan Shijiu's consciousness from the acupuncture point.

Yan Shijiu's expression was filled with pain for a moment, and he frowned deeply. Then his eyes gradually became clear, and the wanton, cold, and tyrannical black light returned to their original state.

He slowly stood up, his tall body casting a shadow that enveloped Yan Lang completely.

Yan Shijiu looked down at Yan Lang's indifferent but unconcealed expression, pressed his solar plexus which still felt painful, and chuckled as he recalled the time when he was suppressed by the silver needles.

"Brother, you're so heartless. According to the original plan, you should have brought Yun Chen to the black market to find me and heal my wounds right away. But as soon as you got Long Jin, you immediately forgot about me without saying a word, huh?"

The last question, which sounded innocent but full of murderous intent, chilled Yan Lang's heart.

Looking up at his brother who should have been beaten to death twenty years ago when he stole the wind-burning grass, Yan Lang suddenly thought:

If he hadn't used his tiny body to stop Yan Xing and asked Yan Chuo to beat him to death, then Yan Chuo wouldn't have died, and the entire royal family wouldn't have been massacred...

Yun Chen, you won't be a fool and be played around with by others, right?

As if seeing through Yan Lang's thoughts about Yun Chen, Yan Shijiu curled his lips and sneered:

"It's time for A-Tai to come back and continue my plan. Since my brother has obtained the medicine to cure the Soul Separation Syndrome and will soon become a normal man, it is really inappropriate for him to appear next to Yun Chen again. Brother, please help me return to Dongyan to supervise the country. Don't waste the prince title I gave you."

Yan Lang silently clenched his fists in his sleeves without saying anything. Yan Shijiu smiled again and said:

"Brother, you must be obedient, otherwise, our mother will have to go and keep father company."

The last sentence made Yan Lang's eyes suddenly widen. He stared at Yan Shijiu, the guy who even used his own mother as a bargaining chip...

He knew that all the Black Scale Cavalry combined were not as vicious as Yan Nineteen, and all the vicious men in the world were not as vicious as Yan Nineteen.

Since Yan Shijiu said it, he must be able to do it.

If they don't listen, both he Yanlang and his mother Zhao Yanyan who is now under house arrest will probably become victims of the sword.

After a long silence, Yan Lang turned around and left:

"Your mind has been suppressed for a while, and the memories from that time are suddenly flooding back. I'm afraid your body can't handle it. You should rest for a few more days."

Yan Shijiu suppressed his threatening and murderous intent, and as if changing his face in a drama, he turned into the sunny and cheerful self that he was best at pretending to be. He smiled and said, "I will listen to you, brother." Then he went into the cave and lay on the straw couch that Yun Chen had laid out before he left. He hummed a little tune, crossed his legs, and began to accept the memories of this period.

Yan Lang stopped walking out and turned his head to look.

Yan Shijiu's eyes flickered, sometimes full of ridicule, sometimes murderous, and it was unknown who he was targeting in the memory of this period.

Finally, his eyes gradually brightened and softened, as if he was thinking of the brightest and warmest person in the world, with a greedy and satisfied expression.

Yun Chen, oh Yun Chen, I really want to save you from this devil's clutches... But I'm his accomplice, you'll hate me...

After saying this in his heart, Yan Lang strode away and never looked back.

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On the other side, Yun Chen left the cave and the forest and pulled the carriage back. Her mind was full of thoughts about how she should write a letter to tell Huo Gannian after Yan Lang cured her ears.

Do you want to take Mr. Qingxuan with you and make him angry again?

Or maybe I could imitate him, secretly ride a fast horse, go find him along the highway, appear in the Luojiang wilderness, stand outside his tent, and scare him?

If that were the case, she would definitely take the initiative, run up to him, give him a big, deep hug, kiss him, and then turn around and leave gracefully.

After all these years, I realized that I was often fooled by him. Humph, it’s time to let him taste the feeling of being fooled more!

Thinking of this, Yun Chen began to practice the expression of "hanging Huo Gannian". She raised her eyebrows and glared, trying to make the serious and deep look like Huo Gannian. To passers-by, it looked like her face was twitching.

As she was thinking about all sorts of things, Yun Chen passed by a small village and heard the sound of children reading aloud, which made her stop.

"A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who inhabit it. A river is not magical for its depth, but for the dragons who inhabit it. This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant."

The children's voices are clear and flawless, like the sweet sound of silver bells, which makes people relax physically and mentally, free from worries. In an instant, all the troubles in the world, such as war, love... seem to disappear.

Yun Chen couldn't help but follow the sound and stopped outside a simple "Jianwei Thatched Cottage". He unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, dressed like a teacher, holding a ruler, pacing solemnly in the thatched cottage.

Noticing Yun Chen's gaze, the other party looked over with the same expression of surprise and unexpectedness. He stopped and stared at Yun Chen with a complicated and indescribable look for a long time. Then he calmed down and didn't look at him again.

Yun Chen was smart enough not to go into the classroom to disturb them. He waited until break time when the children were cheering and going to play in the mud. Then Yun Chen walked through the yard full of children laughing and running and headed towards the thatched cottage.

"Iris, why are you..."

Only after getting closer did Yun Chen discover that Song Lan was wearing a bra and men's clothes. She had no makeup on her face and no gold and jade hairpins on her head that she used to love so much.

She didn't just put on the teacher's clothes for a short while, it seemed like she had been doing so for a long time.

It's just that she is too inexperienced in pretending to be a man, and has too many traces of glamour, so she looks like a beautiful woman no matter how you look at her.

Without answering Yun Chen's question, Song Lan touched his back with his backhand, frowned and asked in a low voice:

"How did you bind your chest before? Teach me. Why does it hurt so much? Sometimes I can't even breathe."

Yun Chen was stunned for a moment, and went with Song Lan to her current boudoir - a simple thatched hut, to help her adjust the straps of her bra.

After adjusting for a long time, Yun Chen gave up:

"Well... you're too big, it's hard to squeeze flat. How about wearing a looser robe to cover it up?"

Song Lan sighed, "This is the only way. Let's wait until the war is completely over before releasing them. Otherwise, it will be too unsafe." Then she changed the subject and said in a scolding and commanding tone:

"So what are you wandering around for? Hurry up and kill all the Black Scale Cavalry, end the war, and let the people live in peace!"

Hearing Song Lan's arrogant and condescending tone, which was as familiar as before, Yun Chen did not feel disgusted at all. He said in a joking tone:

"I will follow Mr. Songlan's orders. In a few days, once the border is built, this will be completely over."

Song Lan curled her lips, said nothing, and went to pour tea for Yun Chen.