Chapter 105 Weapons for Top Hidden Guards
When Feng Aoqing returned, Han Lang was standing in front of the door of a room on the second floor and tilted his head towards her.
She walked up and asked, "Did you twist your neck?"
"Tsk, can you speak? You are injured. I have prepared a room for you. Take a good look at yourself. Don't get hurt so young." Han Lang looked impatient.
"You old-fashioned Mr. Han." Feng Aoqing rolled his eyes at him.
The two of them often rolled their eyes at each other like this.
"Where are our two kids?" Feng Aoqing didn't thank him. When she went in, she found that the two babies were not in the room.
"In the third women's room next door, An Jinge is on the other side. Just sleep peacefully! Are you more useful than her?" He pointed to the room on Feng Aoqing's left.
"Ah, yes, yes, I'm the only one who's useless."
Feng Aoqing stepped into the room and was about to close the door when Han Lang pushed it shut. "Do you have any meat?"
"Haha, testing me?! Want to find something wrong with me?! Don't even think about it, no!" Feng Aoqing smiled playfully.
"No! There's no meat in this lousy place! I won't eat meat, so my injuries won't heal! If they don't heal, I can't protect you... little bastards!"
"Not really. If you don't have meat, just ask someone to make you noodles and put two eggs on it. It's the same thing." Feng Aoqing didn't buy it.
Han Lang didn't insist and let go helplessly.
He returned to the room on Feng Aoqing's right. This room was at the entrance of the stairs. If he wanted to get to Feng Aoqing's room, he had to pass by his door.
It just so happened that the postmaster came in person to pay his respects.
"Master Han, I'm sorry I didn't know you were coming. We haven't had many guests lately, so we didn't dare prepare anything. I just ordered someone to kill a chicken. Please wait a moment. You are injured, and chicken is more nutritious than meat."
"I just need chicken soup to cook noodles, and the meat can be delivered to these two rooms." He pointed to the room where Feng Aoqing and the two Baoers lived.
"Yes." The postmaster respectfully handed over a tray with a set of brocade clothes on it.
"This... Nan Jin?"
"Yes, don't worry, this is new clothing, but it's far inferior to the one you wore in Beijing. Please don't despise it."
Because it was an official post station, officials often came and went, and their clothes were often dirty, wet, or torn. There was no place to buy clothes between the two cities, so they prepared some clothes. The styles were ordinary, but the materials were good.
Han Lang touched the texture and asked, "Do you have any women's skirts?"
"Yes. May I ask, Master Han, is it for a girl or a lady?"
"Girl." Han Lang pointed to Feng Aoqing's room again.
"Okay, I'll get it right away."
In Zhaojing, unmarried women and married women had slightly different clothing in addition to their hairstyles.
Han Lang entered the room, took off his clothes and looked at the wound on his back in the bronze mirror.
No, there was a knock on the door.
He thought the postmaster had something else to do, so he said "come in".
Unexpectedly, the person who came in was Feng Aoqing.
She bit a knife in her mouth and held a tray in both hands. Her fingers under the tray were hooked on bottles and jars. Her hands were busy, so she closed the door with her feet.
"Take off your clothes." She put her things on the small table on the couch.
Seeing that it was her, Han Lang put on the clothes he had just taken off, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she took off her clothes again.
Han Lang let out a muffled laugh from his chest.
Feng Aoqing thought something was wrong and that the door couldn't be closed, so she ran over and opened it.
"Although I have a clear conscience, there are too many villains around me." She smiled again.
After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong and ran to close the door.
"You should eat first. You can tell me when you've finished eating." Feng Aoqing smiled mysteriously and opened the tray.
On the tray lay a huge tomahawk steak, grilled and emitting a charred aroma.
Only then did Han Lang realize what the knife in her mouth was for, because Feng Aoqing had already started using the knife to cut the steak.
"This knife...isn't it made of iron?"
"steel."
"It's really good, light and sharp."
"I'll give it to you after I finish eating."
"Really?" He seemed to be more interested in the knife than the steak. He took the knife, looked at it, and tried it on the steak.
So, Feng Aoqing leaned close to him and whispered, "If you give me a group of top-notch secret guards to escort Xingbao and Yuebao to Yanzhou, I will give you ten weapons you have never seen before!"
"Deal!" Han Lang replied without even raising his head.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"
"I don't have anything to lose anyway!" Han Lang picked up a piece of beef and gave it a delicious look.
"You should chew your food! Why are you swallowing it?!" Feng Aoqing, as his doctor, couldn't stand watching him eat like this.
Han Lang ignored her and swallowed the food piece by piece.
Since his clothes were already taken off, Feng Aoqing turned around and sat behind him and began to examine his injuries.
Today he said he wanted meat to heal the wound, which meant he was telling him the wound was infected! He didn't say it directly.
"Hold the sword in your hand, or carry it behind your back on the right side. Otherwise, the wound on your left waist will always be touched. How can it heal?" Feng Aoqing suggested.
Her breath blew on Han Lang's back, and Han Lang's posture became stiff.
"No, the weapons should be in the place you are most familiar with," Han Lang replied.
Feng Aoqing looked up and saw that the meat had been eaten clean, so she went to open the door.
The two people on the couch can be seen through the open door.
She asked Han Lang to lie on the couch so that she could treat the wound on his waist.
"I can't die now, why are you coming to save me?" Han Lang felt a little uneasy. Maybe you came to treat his injuries because you were worried about him!
"Nonsense! I haven't even seen that top-tier secret guard yet! I know he'll only be there if I get Lian Sheng. You'll have to live to see Lian Sheng!"
"You think that if you don't give me those ten weapons, I won't use the top-level secret guards to protect you, right?"
"I know you're Lord Han, a favorite of the Princess! It's not something you can take easily. However, as long as you're a person, you have a price. If you pay enough, I'll give you what you want."
"That makes sense."
"Just like Mo Beiyuan, if I miss you, all I need to do is mention the border, the people, or the princess, and he will naturally risk his life."
When he heard her mention Mo Beiyuan, Han Lang's heart still wavered.
"But I don't want you to risk your life. It's just a few secret guards. If ten pieces are not enough, then one hundred, one thousand. If it reaches the price you want, I will agree."
"Okay, how about twenty pieces and twenty people for you?" Han Lang said with a smile.
"Deal." Feng Aoqing slapped him hard on the shoulder.
She thought that with twenty masters, plus An Jinge, Yu Tiannan, Guan Dashan and others, she would not be afraid.
The postmaster brought noodles, but when he saw there was a woman in the room, he didn't dare to go in.
"Come in! Put your things down."
The postmaster hurried in, bending over to serve noodles, and was so frightened when he saw them that he almost cried out.
I just heard the two of them chatting by the couch outside the door, and I thought Feng Aoqing was giving him a massage!
Upon closer inspection, it seems like scraping the bone to heal the wound!
The man being scraped remained calm, as if he was scraping someone else's rotten flesh, not his own.
The person who was scraping had steady hands and a calm mind, and then he sewed the needle as easily as if he was doing needlework.
"It's been handled. Be careful, don't get hurt so young." Feng Aoqing returned his words to him exactly as they said.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
