Chapter 148 It's Not Your Fault
As soon as the words fell, a burst of laughter rang out all around.
Song Yanxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. General Cheng's mouth was as sweet as honey, and everything he said was what she liked to hear.
It's a pity that he is just a military general when he is so good at talking.
Everyone's gazes were like thorns on his back, and in just a few breaths, Lin Tingfeng's back was wet with sweat.
If he sticks his head out, he will be cut; if he hides his head, he will be cut too. He has no choice.
The kneeling henchmen were so angry that their eyes turned red. They shouted in unison: "General, please agree!"
Lin Tingfeng was already being roasted on the fire, and the words of these few people undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
Seeing this, all the soldiers shouted in unison: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Amid the jeers of the soldiers, Lin Tingfeng, who was already sweating profusely, gritted his teeth. Just as the word "OK" was about to come out of his mouth, several soldiers in charge of patrolling came running over in a panic.
The leader ran to Mo Jinchuan and knelt down with a thud.
"Your Highness, we deserve to die. We were so careless that we let Jiang Jinzhong set the fire and escape."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked in a cold voice, "You mean, he was so seriously injured that he couldn't even get off the ground, and he set a fire under heavy guard and then ran away?"
The leader nodded shakily and stammered, "He set fire to the grain carts. The patrolling brothers were busy trying to rescue the grain, so he stole a horse and escaped."
"Jiang Jinzhong is such a jerk! When I catch him, I'm going to skin him alive!"
Cheng Duan cursed, bowed to Mo Jinchuan, and volunteered, "Please, Your Majesty, send me a hundred brothers. Before the army sets out at dawn tomorrow, I will capture this bastard alive."
Mo Jinchuan: "I will give you two hundred, if you want to see him alive or dead."
"I obey your orders!"
Cheng Duan hurried down to check on the troops. He passed by Lin Tingfeng and then retreated. He said with a look of resignation, "When we get to the border town, we'll find a good opportunity to spar. If you keep trying to hold back, don't blame me for calling you a coward."
He ran off, cursing, "That bastard named Jiang, I'll cripple his hands and feet the moment I catch him! He actually dared to steal the army's food."
Mo Jinchuan asked about the damage to the grain carts, and then asked the patrolling soldiers to go down and receive punishment.
When they left, they still felt elated. They hadn't expected that they could save their lives.
Although they would certainly be beaten to a pulp according to military regulations, as long as they were still alive, everything would be fine.
Before Lin Tingfeng left, he stared at Song Yanxi with cold eyes for a long time. When he left, his face was so dark that it almost blended into the night.
Song Yanxi lowered her head and used a branch to stir the fire. Looking at the sparks floating up, she said softly, "Your Highness shouldn't be soft-hearted today."
Mo Jinchuan asked: "Are you angry?"
Song Yanxi shook her head, then thought of something and simply nodded and stopped pretending.
Seeing that there was no one around, she simply spread out her palms to Mo Jinchuan, and her white and tender palms were red and swollen.
Mo Jinchuan frowned and ordered in a cold voice, "An Yi, go get the medicine."
"Don't bother with that. The swelling will go away overnight."
Song Yanxi said, pursing her lips and said, "What a loss. If I had known that the prince would not beat him with a stick, I would have slapped him twice more."
Seeing her gritting her teeth, Mo Jinchuan coughed lightly and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to let out some air?"
Song Yanxi's eyes lit up and she nodded without hesitation.
But the next moment, she thought of something and shook her head again, "Forget it."
"Why forget it?"
"Then why didn't Your Majesty take the opportunity to beat him with eighty military sticks just now?"
The two looked at each other and tacitly agreed not to continue the topic.
An Yi watched anxiously from the side. He quickly walked over to sit next to Song Yanxi and explained, "Young lady, you don't know that in the army, even if it's a huge mistake, as long as you take the punishment, it's wiped out and no one is allowed to mention it again."
Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow, "There is such a rule?"
Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin slightly, "It's not a formal rule. In the army, only fists are recognized, not status. After enduring this beating, we are still good brothers."
"No wonder..." Song Yanxi couldn't help but sneer, saying sarcastically, "How could someone who is naturally afraid of death suddenly become so responsible? He keeps saying he wants to be punished, but it turns out he's just afraid that the punishment won't fall on him."
She almost forgot that her nominal husband was the best at pretending.
Song Yanxi gritted her teeth in anger, "Why did he come here to fight? He should dress up and sing in the garden."
"Puchi!" An Yi couldn't help laughing.
He muttered softly, "Miss Song and the master really have a tacit understanding."
"Bang!" A few sparks suddenly exploded from the fire in front of him, muffling his already small voice so much that he couldn't hear it at all.
Song Yanxi was about to ask what he said when she heard Mo Jinchuan's deep voice order: "An Yi, go back and get the medicine."
"No need..." Before Song Yanxi finished her words, she saw An Yi next to her stand up and walk away quickly as if he had seen a ghost.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like they are willing to do it.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Mo Jinchuan with suspicion in her eyes.
This master and servant might be hiding something from her.
By chance, a night wind blew by, blowing up the burning dust and hitting Song Yanxi's face, choking her so much that she quickly turned her head and coughed violently a few times.
When she opened her eyes, she found that Mo Jinchuan, who was sitting opposite her, had come to her with a handkerchief in his palm.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Song Yanxi took it and wiped her face hastily. She stood up and brushed the dust off her clothes while saying, "The wind is picking up. Let's go back first. I don't think General Cheng will be back so soon after chasing someone."
Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin slightly and said softly, "Thank you for your help."
Song Yanxi smiled lightly, "Your Highness, you're welcome."
She pushed the wheelchair and turned around, and was caught off guard by a pair of sinister eyes.
Although she was a little far away and her vision was obstructed at night, she still recognized the other person at a glance.
It’s Lin Tingfeng.
He hasn't left yet!
Mo Jinchuan also saw Lin Tingfeng and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, he can't hear you."
This distance is far beyond the hearing range of ordinary people, even those who practice martial arts.
He must have deliberately controlled the distance, otherwise if he were any closer, he and An Yi would definitely not be able to fail to notice his presence.
Thinking about how her every move was being watched by those eyes, Song Yanxi felt disgusted. "Grandfather is right. People with a bad heart really see everything as dirty."
She was really blind at the time, immersed in the sweet trap woven by Lin Tingfeng, and never realized that he was such a narrow-minded and insidious person, and she was fooled by him!
Song Yanxi gritted her teeth in hatred, and her nails dug into her palms without feeling any pain.
Just when she was about to bite her lower lip until it bled, Mo Jinchuan's gentle voice rang out, "This person is very good at scheming and calculating. If he were a girl, I would not be spared either."
A cool breeze blew towards him, carrying his voice past his ears.
Song Yanxi heard him say softly: "This matter is not your fault."
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