The next morning, Shulan woke up to the powerful sounds of soldiers training.
Hearing those shouts of battle, she felt her blood boil.
Just as I was getting ready to get up, I found a basin of water next to my bed. It was obvious that there were new towels, toiletries, and a new set of clothes.
She wondered if the bearded man had come in that morning.
How could I have slept so soundly that I didn't hear a sound?
However, his thoughtfulness made her feel good.
After getting dressed and washing up, I saw a pavilion in the courtyard, where a tall man was sitting reading a book.
Hearing the door open, he put down his book, looked at her, and said, seemingly in a good mood, "Good morning."
Shulan smiled and said, "Good morning, General."
"Are you hungry? I'll have someone bring you breakfast."
She went to the pavilion, sat down, and said, "Let's eat here."
"OK."
Breakfast was delivered quickly, and it was surprisingly plentiful.
There was porridge, steamed buns, and even a large plate of roasted meat.
She asked, "Do you often eat barbecue here?"
In this kind of weather, it's easy to get a sore throat or other irritation.
But He Fengmian said, "No, they made this especially for you because they saw you were here."
Thinking of those lovely men, Shulan smiled and said, "Please thank them for me."
He Fengmian smiled and said, "Okay."
After the two finished their breakfast, they went to see Yan San, who was lying there with dried blood on his body, emitting a very unpleasant odor.
His face was covered in bruises, a truly horrifying sight, clearly indicating that someone hadn't been able to resist and had attacked him last night.
Upon seeing them, his expression instantly turned furious, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, as if he wanted to tear them apart.
The dignified leader of the Chaomen Sect was once feared throughout the martial arts world.
Who wouldn't be afraid when they hear the name Yan San?
He couldn't bear being treated so humiliatingly.
There was so much he wanted to say, but he could only whimper. Last night, he tried to commit suicide by biting his teeth, but the shadow guarding this place dislocated his jaw. Now, he couldn't move his mouth, and when he tried to speak, saliva came out.
Knowing he couldn't speak, he could only provoke He Fengmian with his eyes, hoping to enrage him so that he would kill him with a single blow.
He Fengmian understood perfectly well, but he just smiled and said, "You want me to kill you? That would be too easy on you."
Shulan agreed: "Exactly."
When I came to him to take his pulse, I saw him struggling and trying to bite himself to pieces.
He gave a smug look and said, "We love seeing that look on your face when you can't stand us but can't beat us."
She heard about Chaomen's way of doing things yesterday, how he didn't even spare the elderly, weak, women and children, and she never felt sorry for such people, nor would she have any sympathy for them.
There is always a reason why someone is pitiful; to pity such a person is to be cruel to the innocent.
Seeing that he actually moved his body, trying to bump his head against her, Shulan gently punched him in the temple, causing him to fall to the ground with stars in his eyes.
He added, "They're quite resilient; they won't die anytime soon."
She withdrew her hand and saw that He Fengmian had actually taken out a handkerchief, which she gladly accepted and used to wipe her hand.
It was time for her to return to the clinic; after all, she needed to visit Madam Cao as well.
He Fengmian personally escorted her back to the clinic on his Jingfeng motorcycle. Uncle Rong hadn't even done his business yet, and was already waiting at the entrance of the food stall.
Uncle Rong smiled and said, "Young Master and Young Madam, you're back."
"Yes, Uncle Rong."
Shulan was about to chat for a bit more when she saw Cao Yaozu stride out, clearly having been waiting there for quite some time.
He bowed to He Fengmian and Shulan, saying, "Greetings, General and General's wife."
He Fengmian said to Shu Mian, "You go ahead and get busy."
"Okay, just come find me if you need anything."
"good."
Shulan then took her two nephews and medicine boxes and went to the Cao residence again.
He Fengmian and Uncle Rong watched the two leave.
After the carriage had driven away, Uncle Rong said with a smile, "Young Master and Young Mistress have such a good relationship. This old servant is happy to see it."
He Fengmian pretended not to hear and, after getting into Jingfeng, instructed, "Uncle Rong, I'll be busy these next few days, so I'll leave the house to you."
Uncle Rong knew all too well that his young master had an awkward personality, and his smile widened: "Young master, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of the young mistress, so please rest assured."
He Fengmian's face remained expressionless, but his ears were burning. He hummed in response and rode away on Jingfeng.
These next few days, he had to take good care of Yan San. Even though this little woman was fearless and very bold, he still didn't want her to see his bloody and cruel side.
His expression grew even colder at the thought of Yan San.
As if sensing its master's murderous intent, Jingfeng spurred its hooves and ran even faster.
Upon arriving at the military camp, he went directly to Yan San's place.
Even Yan San, who was used to life and death and cruelty, felt a flash of fear in his eyes when he saw him.
He Fengmian laughed: "Scared?"
With his jaw dislocated, Yan San naturally couldn't answer.
He Fengmian said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of? You should have expected this outcome when you helped Chi Yan back then."
After saying this, he took an arrow from the soldier behind him and said, "This arrow is the one that shot my mother in the chest all those years ago. My mother, despite her own injuries, saved my seriously wounded elder brother so that we two brothers could support Dafeng and prevent the people of Dafeng from being humiliated and killed by Chiyan. Because behind us are unarmed civilians, our families."
On the battlefield, they had long since accepted life and death.
Dying in battle is different from being framed and betrayed by one's own compatriots.
His eyes were cold as he looked at Yan San, whose face was filled with fear: "Do you know why I've kept this arrow all this time?"
After saying that, the arrow in his hand pierced Yan San's knee.
The arrow was swift and deadly. Even though Yan San's jaw had been dislocated, the pain from his kneecaps to his limbs made his eyes widen suddenly, and all the muscles in his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He wanted to resist, he wanted to tear this person to pieces.
But having his internal energy and martial arts skills destroyed, he could only endure this despairing pain.
His dislocated jaw prevented him from even uttering a sound of pain; all he could do was contort his face in agony, making terrifying hissing noises.
He Fengmian grabbed the arrow that was embedded in Yan San's kneecap and easily pulled it out.
The arrow was covered in dripping blood.
Those peeping from outside the door felt pain, yet also immense pleasure.
He Fengmian took the arrow and plunged it fiercely into his other uninjured leg.
"Hehehe".
Just hearing that sound sent chills down your spine.
Yan San finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain any longer, closed his eyes, and fainted.
He Fengmian watched, then simply said, "Splash him awake."
"yes."
Go get some cold water right away.
"General."
At that moment, someone was calling out He Fengmian's name.
He rushed over and said, "General!"
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