Chapter 44 It turns out that this is just an excuse I made up after all
Layer upon layer of quilts were spread out and pressed under me. I lay flat on the bed, covered with several thick layers. Except for my right hand which I couldn't retract, only my head was exposed.
Although this may not seem like anything special at first glance, once I thought about what was going to happen next, I felt like a criminal waiting to be beheaded in ancient times.
The difference is that I can lie on the soft quilt, close my eyes and open them again, without even having to queue up in the underworld, and can directly welcome the next life.
——This is Baichuan’s first version of the plan. It will not leave marks on clothes and can also try its best to prevent blood splatter.
Although I really want to feel the client's happiness, I cannot afford to hesitate now. If there is a method that seems reasonable, it must be implemented immediately, otherwise Baichuan's time to handle the scene will be compressed to a very short time.
I closed my eyes, silently indicating that I was ready. Then I became a little worried and thought: Will there be a lot of blood on my hair?
...No, no, there is no time to think about it anymore, let’s just implement this first version as soon as possible.
However, I still underestimated the speed of "Yan Qing". Just when Baichuan stood beside the bed and was ready to implement the plan, I felt a gust of cold air flowing slowly into the room because the locked door was suddenly opened.
It's over. I lay stiffly on the bed, pretending to be in a coma.
The loss of hearing made it impossible for me to know about any conversation they might have had, and I could only imagine the general situation based on the changes in their positions that I sensed.
"Yan Qing" was standing in front of me in a protective posture at this time, without any big movements. They should be communicating.
On the bright side, maybe Baichuan didn't even have time to take out his weapon, so he was just being on guard?
No matter what, at least "Yan Qing" arrived early enough and did not see a corpse and blood all over the floor as soon as he entered. That would have been really hard to explain.
After comforting myself in this way, I dared to quietly open my eyes and take a look. At a glance, I saw a long sword under the command of "Yan Qing" suddenly pierce through Baichuan's right shoulder and nail him to the door.
! Wait, spare his life!
Faster, faster. "Yan Qing" didn't know how many traffic lights he passed before he rushed all the way to Dandingsi and then all the way back.
When he saw the closed door from afar, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
He didn't even have time to make any other assumptions. He kicked the door open and, as expected, saw the leader who was about to assassinate him.
"Stop!" The summoned sword flew out quickly in line with its master's thoughts. It scratched Baichuan's wrist, causing Baichuan to let go in pain, and the weapon in her hand fell to the ground.
"Yan Qing" quickly stepped forward, took a glance at the seemingly ordinary dagger on the ground, and then kicked it away.
"What do you want to do?" he said coldly, but the medicine bag was still held safely in his hand.
Bai Chuanxu pressed his wrist and reacted very quickly and coldly: "I still need to ask you what you did."
She looked at the medicine bag in Yanqing's hand and said meaningfully, "Dandingsi, what a great place."
Is he suspecting that he went out and informed others? But weren’t you the ones who didn’t leave anyone behind? Or is this a deliberate sting operation?
"Yan Qing" thought subconsciously, but he knew in his heart that he could not answer this question, and no one could prove it for him, so he could not fall into the trap of self-proof.
So "Yan Qing" put the medicine bag in his hand on the table and said sarcastically: "Isn't it that you, the Medicine King Secret, don't even have a fever-reducing medicine, or do you simply want the general to die of illness?"
Antipyretic medicine? Baichuan looked at "Jingyuan" on the bed in astonishment, and then he realized that there was indeed a hint of sickly flush under his pale face, and his originally soft hair was matted together as it was wet with cold sweat.
I didn't realize it at all at the time. Baichuan was shocked but also a little bit impressed, but underneath the admiration was a deep sense of powerlessness.
Under the current circumstances, it is obviously impossible for "Jing Yuan" to come forward to give an explanation. If she wants to maintain the cooperation, she must first get past "Yan Qing".
But "Yan Qing" had already followed her gaze and looked at "Jing Yuan" behind him. He seemed to understand something from the arrangement. Baichuan couldn't even see the movement of the long sword, and only felt the tearing pain in his right shoulder belatedly.
"You want to kill him." "Yan Qing" walked closer step by step, finally stopped in front of Baichuan, and suddenly drew out his sword.
Bright red blood splashed onto his face with this action, but he just said with extra persistence, "You want to kill him."
"Yan Qing..." The sudden faint voice freed Baichuan from the overwhelming momentum.
In order to better protect the secret, "Jing Yuan" will not let himself die for the time being. Although Baichuan cannot be completely sure of this, he is mentally prepared for it.
But if she did that, her own value would definitely be greatly reduced... She panted somewhat unwillingly.
"General!" Yan Qing roughly wiped the blood off his cheek with his fingertips, then ran towards me quickly, ripped open the quilt covering me, and dug me out from inside, "Are you okay?"
He first checked to see if I had any external injuries, then he put his hand on my forehead again and said to himself, "Oh no, it seems to be more serious."
I roughly understood what he said, and then I remembered that I seemed to have a fever. If Baichuan had known this earlier, he might have said that it was to keep me from sweating and cool me down, but now...
I blinked at "Yanqing" and asked in confusion, "What did you just say?"
"Yan Qing" repeated worriedly, "I mean, you're not coughing anymore, and your symptoms seem to have eased a lot, but why is your fever getting worse?"
The slightly long sentence was a little difficult to make out. Although I knew that "Yan Qing" was explaining further, he remained silent and did not respond.
——Neither sure nor did she continue to ask what he was talking about.
I was a little hesitant.
The new life could eliminate all negative effects, but this plan did not succeed. So it's not a bad idea to prepare for deafness in advance and then let "Yanqing" know about it at the end.
But didn't this still make him worried?
Just like he came back this time. If I were in their shoes, I would probably think back to this moment every time we were apart for a short time.
Every minute and every second, the fear and worry that follows you like a shadow will be deeply engraved in your instinctive reaction.
I don’t know whether “Yan Qing” will be left with such a shadow, but I can only hope that his psychological quality is much better than mine.
......But it's still my fault after all. I could have asked Baichuan to take me to another position, and then change the location again after resurrection, and then find a random excuse like "the original position was at risk of being exposed, so I moved first" to deal with it, instead of doing it like this...
Obviously, all of this was planned by herself, but she still felt Yan Qing's concern for her and was protected by Yan Qing.
After all, what's the difference between this and taking advantage of other people's feelings?
I even didn't dare to say sorry.
A flash of white flickered in the corner of my eye. I looked over in a daze and realized that it was a tissue handed to me by "Yanqing".
Although I didn't understand what it did, I subconsciously took it and held it in my hand.
"Yan Qing" sighed, took out another one, and raised his hand to press it against the corner of my eye.
......Only then did I feel for sure that I was having a fever, otherwise I wouldn't be so out of control of my emotions.
I wanted to take advantage of this atmosphere to say out loud the repeated "I'm sorry"s in my heart, but I felt that these three words were so thin.
If it weren't for themselves, they wouldn't even have to fall into such a situation. This is the root cause. From this point of view alone, a simple "sorry" is far from enough to bear the weight of it.
Finally, I could only remain silent and skip over this topic in silence, "Yanqing, let her leave first."
Perhaps he was more concerned about my mood, Yan Qing didn't even hesitate for a second, and nodded and said, "Okay."
not good. I argued in my mind. Although we have known each other for more than four years, knew each other's real information, sent each other gifts and exchanged photos, this was our first offline meeting before we came into this world...
I'm not worth your worrying about me.
An inexplicable urge made me want to say this out loud. But if you really say that, then it would be too inhuman.
I take all the care for granted, but then turn around and say: You shouldn't be so nice to me.
No matter how you look at it, this looks like a little white flower that plays with others and pretends to be pitiful.
......It turns out that all these thoughts are just excuses I made for my own incompetence.
"Yan Qing" intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on the incongruity. In the end, he could only define it as the helplessness of seeing "Jing Yuan" crying.
"Yanqing, have you ever thought that all this is just a dream, and after waking up from the dream, you are still you?"
"Yan Qing", who was suddenly asked this question, looked at "Jing Yuan" in confusion.
Although he didn't know why the topic suddenly changed to this point, "Yan Qing" still answered truthfully: "I did think about it, but after waking up from the dream several times, I still saw the ceiling of the Yichen Inn. Gradually, I stopped having such dreams."
"Yanqing" tried to speak in a relaxed tone, but was afraid of upsetting "Jingyuan", so he stretched out his voice and said, "Oh - I see, did you have a nightmare just now? Don't worry, everyone is here."
If Jing Yuan chose to send the leader away just because of emotional problems and didn't know that the leader had just tried to kill him, then it would be better to let this become a secret that will never see the light of day again.
It's enough for me to keep an eye on her, which will be good for everyone's psychology.
"Yan Qing" decided so, and stood up to open the medicine package, changing the subject, "I brought the medicine back for you. The doctor said it might be a little bitter. Next time I..."
He paused for a moment, then changed the subject, "When it's safe, I'll have them bring you some dessert."
When "Yanqing" turned around with the medicine, he found that "Jingyuan"'s emotions had stabilized.
He looked over, his gilded eyes full of smiles, "If the medicine is bitter, I won't take it."
"Yan Qing" was stunned for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't even think about it, I will pour it into you."
"Jingyuan" kept smiling, swallowed the pill from "Yanqing's" hand, and drank half a glass of water.
No one noticed that his left hand, hidden at his side, was clenched tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palm, leaving streaks of blood.
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