Chapter 411 Loyal Guard
As soon as I reached the door, someone came to stop me.
"Ladies, we're out of wine today and we're closed."
Feng Aoqing took a step forward and raised her head to look at the man: "Send the steward to see me."
The man obviously recognized Feng Aoqing and quickly let her in. He first locked the door panel and then went to find the shopkeeper.
At this time, there would definitely be no outsiders left, so Feng Aoqing was sure that the man recognized her.
The shopkeeper led the two into the inner hall.
"Madam Feng has good eyesight."
"Where are the others?"
"The master is not here."
"Not here?" Feng Aoqing sneered.
He walked into the hall and found a chair to sit down.
"Where is the master, I..."
The shopkeeper was about to quibble when Feng Aoqing calmly took out a medicine bottle from his arms. The color of the bottle was very special, blue with purple, and it emitted a strange light under the oil lamp.
She put the lid of the teacup that had just been handed to her on the table and poured the medicine from the bottle into the cup.
"This medicine requires hot tea. The temperature of your tea is just right. There is nothing for you to do now. Please leave." Feng Aoqing said to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper didn't understand what Feng Aoqing meant.
Feng Aoqing picked up the teacup and prepared to drink.
"Ao Qing!"
Someone used light Kung Fu to flash into the hall, snatched the teacup from Feng Aoqing's lips, and threw it to the ground.
"Why did you spill my medicine?" Feng Aoqing first looked at the teacup on the ground, then raised her head to look at the person in front of her.
Only then did An Jinge see clearly that it was Han Lang.
Feng Aoqing reached out for the blue-purple bottle on the table again, but was also snatched away by Han Lang.
"Don't you want me dead? Then I'll do as you wish. I really didn't expect that I would almost die at the hands of your people."
Feng Aoqing knew that the man was targeting her today. The reason why she seemed to be standing in front of Yu Tingfeng was because they were squeezed by someone, so their position was a little off.
"You actually think it's me?!" Han Lang's eyes turned red.
"If not you, then who else could it be?! You knew I knew your secret guards, and you were afraid I'd be able to tell you after you were caught, so you took poison in advance and used a tattoo to cover up the original mark!"
Feng Aoqing pointed to the left side of her chest.
The dragon tattoo on the man's body was only to cover up his original mark, the mark of Han Lang's hidden guard.
Others couldn't see it, but how could Feng Aoqing, as a doctor, not to mention that she knew Han Lang's secret guard organization very well.
"You're afraid I won't die, so you've put poison on the thorns. I know you're cold-hearted! I just didn't know it was this cold."
When these words came out, Han Langxian was very surprised.
"You may have forgotten that the three-blade Hantian Edges you gave to the guards were made by me, Hantian Valley!" Feng Aoqing tore off the handkerchief tied on her left hand and showed the three wounds to Han Lang.
Han Lang wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but stopped mid-air. Finally, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Can the poison... be cured?"
"Of course it's resolved. I have to keep my life to see you! So that you can watch me die, that will make you feel better, right! King Tianyao." Feng Aoqing sneered.
"It's good... because the person who can come up with the antidote... is dead." Han Lang murmured.
"What?"
Han Lang didn't answer and walked out of the hall.
Feng Aoqing followed, and An Jinge did not stop her and followed too.
Not far away, in this yard, Han Lang pushed open a door and walked in.
This is an ordinary room with a person lying on the bed.
To be precise, it was a dead person because the quilt was covering his face.
Feng Aoqing wanted to lift it up, but was stopped by Han Lang.
"Don't look at it."
"You don't know me? Would I be afraid?" Feng Aoqing said and walked forward to lift the quilt.
Not only Feng Aoqing, but also An Jinge were surprised by the person on the bed.
The person lying on top was her younger brother Anqiao from the same clan.
Anqiao committed suicide. His face was pale and there was a knife scar on his neck, which had cut the artery and caused all the blood to flow out.
Feng Aoqing looked at Han Lang.
"Maybe you don't believe it, but all this was arranged by Anqiao. I was not aware of it." Han Lang replied.
"he......"
"I came back from the North and knew you were still in Tougu Town, so I didn't want to go back to Tianyao. I wanted to see you... Tianyao... I can't control it, and I don't want to control it... Without you, I am nothing..."
Feng Aoqing understood that An Qiao was the most loyal of all the secret guards, and in front of Han Lang, Feng Aoqing had to step back.
He saw that Han Lang ignored state affairs and even wanted Mo Beiyuan to send King Dai to manage Tianyao. He also chased Yuan Wu and was unwilling to leave, which made him very anxious.
He blamed everything on Feng Aoqing and arranged the assassination.
He made full preparations for this assassination. He also found the poison in Nankang. He killed the person who made the poison and made sure that no one else could make the antidote.
He didn't know that because Siyan was poisoned by the Nankang people, Feng Aoqing and Chonglou had been studying various poisons of the Nankang people, and had already developed an antidote to control them.
He felt relieved when he learned that Feng Aoqing had injured her hand.
So he told Han Lang everything, except that he didn't say that the weapon was fed with an incurable poison and then committed suicide.
He thought Feng Aoqing was dead. Once she died, Han Lang would give up and return to Tianyao to be his King Tianyao peacefully.
Han Lang just found out about the poison from what Feng Aoqing said.
Feng Aoqing looked at An Qiao lying on the bed, feeling mixed emotions.
The two of them had never liked each other since the day they met. It was because of Han Lang that they were able to live under the same roof.
"I don't know... No matter how you treat me, I can never kill you. I would rather die than kill you." Han Lang was a little collapsed.
"Go back! Be a good King Tianyao, don't let An Qiao's death be in vain, and don't let me look down on you." Feng Aoqing stared at him.
Han Lang stared at Feng Aoqing in a daze, then nodded slightly.
He suddenly smiled and said, "Then please, Lord Fenghua, ask that remarkable general to open the city gate."
Feng Aoqing figured everything out and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief because she was sure that the target was not Yu Tingfeng, but herself.
She and An Jinge left the tavern.
"I really didn't expect that Anqiao would have such thoughts." An Jinge sighed.
"I really didn't expect it. I even thought it was Han Lang. I didn't expect it to be him." Feng Aoqing nodded.
"Luckily it's you. If it were someone else, they would have died long ago."
An Jinge noticed that Feng Aoqing was not right on the eaves today. This minor injury should be dealt with after leaving there, because he didn't know if his accomplices had come forward yet.
Now it seems that it was because he knew he was poisoned and he had to deal with it immediately.
"You are so calm! You told us that it was just a superficial injury. We were really deceived by you! Don't do this again in the future. What should we do if something happens?" An Jinge couldn't help but blame.
"Even if I tell you, there's nothing you can do. You'll just be anxious. So I might as well not say anything." Feng Aoqing smiled easily.
"Are you afraid that I'll worry? You're afraid that..."
Before she could finish her words, Feng Aoqing was pushed against the wall by An Jinge and the sharp blade in her hand was thrown away.
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