Chapter 108 Looking for Someone
After breakfast the next day, Qi Wuhan told Jiang Lan that he would go to the military camp and come back soon. If Gu Jincheng came to cause trouble again, he would have him kicked out.
After giving instructions to the black-armored guards at the gate, he took Ling Feng out and came to Yipin Pavilion.
There weren't many customers in the building, as it was the quietest time of the day. By noon, all the seats downstairs were occupied, and by the evening, the upstairs was also fully booked. If you came late, there would be no place to sit.
After entering the building, Qi Wuhan glanced ahead and his eyes fell on the person coming down from upstairs.
The other person was a thin, middle-aged man with bronze skin and a hooked nose. He had a murderous look on his face.
Seeing that face, Ling Feng was slightly surprised, and immediately became alert, his hand slightly tightening on the sword at his waist.
"The master is waiting for you." The voice was low and clear, with a chill in it.
Qi Wuhan took Ling Feng and followed the other party upstairs and arrived at the door of the innermost private room upstairs.
"Master, the people have arrived."
The door was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was dressed in the same clothes as the middle-aged man, but was younger, probably in his early twenties. He was handsome, with a cynical smile on his face, looking a bit frivolous.
When their eyes met Ling Feng's, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of both of them.
"Please come in, Your Majesty." The young man stepped aside and gestured for invitation.
Qi Wuhan walked in, slowly waving the bone fan in his hand.
When Ling Feng was about to follow, the young man blocked his way outside the door with his hand. The two exchanged glances and prepared to fight.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and the young man immediately restrained his edge, folded his hands behind his head, and acted as if nothing had happened.
"The master wants to speak to the Marquis alone. You and I will wait outside." The middle-aged man said to Ling Feng in a cold and solemn tone, like a military order, which could not be refused. There was also a threat in his words. If Ling Feng did not cooperate, don't blame him for being rude.
Ling Feng's eyes also turned cold, and he pressed the scabbard down slightly, ready to draw the sword at any time.
"You won't get any advantage if you draw your sword now." The young man closed the door and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is your territory. The master won't do anything to your master."
There was a person sitting on a chair behind the screen, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He held the lid with his slender joints and scraped it twice.
The other person was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and an arrogant and decisive air.
He is the great general of Beimo, Ye Xuanhe.
Qi Wuhan's old rival on the battlefield.
I don't know what he, a great general of the Northern Desert, is doing in the capital. He even dares to ask Qi Wuhan to meet him. Isn't he afraid of being arrested and tortured?
"The tea here is really terrible." He put down the teacup, propped up his head with one hand, and looked lazy. "I don't know why your emperor likes to drink such a terrible thing."
Qi Wuhan walked over and sat down on another chair, fanning himself slowly as he said, "There's a folk saying that wild boars can't eat fine bran. Do you know what that means?"
Ye Xuanhe raised the corner of his lips slightly and said casually: "I heard that you got married, and the young lady is a hot-tempered little beauty."
Qi Wuhan's eyes turned cold and he felt murderous intent.
"It seems you quite like this young lady. I wonder what kind of beauty she is. Can she compare to the passionate beauties in our Northern Desert?" Ye Xuanhe curled his lips, his casual tone carrying a hint of frivolity, as if deliberately provoking, "Why not meet her some other day—"
Before he could finish his words, the bone fan came sweeping over like lightning, the wind from it as sharp as a blade, drawing blood wherever it touched.
There was a clang, the sound of a teacup breaking. "A fight has begun!" The young man's eyes flashed with excitement. He cupped his hands to his ears and leaned against the door, listening.
Ling Feng had just taken a step forward when the middle-aged man blocked his way. The two men exchanged glances, and the atmosphere was tense.
"How about we make a bet and see who will win?" The young man pointed at Ling Feng and said, "The loser will kowtow three times to the other one. How about it? Do you dare to bet?"
"Your general couldn't defeat the Marquis on the battlefield, so he's no match for the Marquis here," Ling Feng said.
The young man said, "That's because your master is cunning and treacherous."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng drew his sword.
"Uncle, don't attack. I'll knock him down." The young man drew his dagger and rushed forward. The two men were separated by the middle-aged man after just one move.
"Uncle, don't block it," the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed. The young man put away the dagger, folded his hands behind his head, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Ling Feng also put away his sword.
Peace returned outside the door.
The sounds of fighting in the room also stopped.
Qi Wuhan was unharmed and continued to slowly wave the bone fan.
Ye Xuanhe was not injured either, and it looked like a draw.
"Let me ask you one question, were you the one who led people to attack the soldiers in the military camp a few days ago?" Qi Wuhan said lightly.
Ye Xuanhe said casually, "I was just saying hello in advance. I didn't kill any of your men. Why are you so angry? After all, I'm a guest who came from afar." He raised his lips slightly, "Don't you want to know why I came to the capital?"
"Looking for death." Qi Wuhan replied with two words indifferently.
Ye Xuanhe sat back down on his chair, propping his head on one hand, and returned to his previous lazy demeanor. "If I don't return on time, the army will attack. The spies on the border must have already sent back the news."
Qi Wuhan did receive a message from the Black Armor Guards, saying that Beimo had dispatched an army to the border with a strength of about 5,000 men. This was not a large number, but this army was Beimo's elite cavalry, the Black Eagle Cavalry, under the command of Ye Xuanhe.
"So what? Even if I kill you here today, I can still beat you back." Qi Wuhan's eyes turned cold, and a dark aura emanated from between his brows, just like a Shura killer god on the battlefield, who would kill gods and ghosts if he met one, without mercy.
Ye Xuanhe's expression darkened a bit, and the smile on his lips was filled with murderous intent. "Since I dared to come here, I must have made all the necessary preparations. You can't kill me, but you will also risk the lives of your young lady and her family. Do you want to try?"
Qi Wuhan glanced at him and walked away.
"I came here to find someone."
Qi Wuhan paused, looked back slightly, walked over, opened the door and left.
Then the young man came in and asked impatiently, "Master, who won the fight?"
"Noisy." Ye Xuanhe said these two words in a casual tone.
The young man fell silent.
After a while, the middle-aged man came back.
"Did the person leave?" Ye Xuanhe supported his head with one hand and asked lazily.
The middle-aged man nodded.
"He knows we've come to the capital now. What if he causes us trouble later?" The young man chuckled. "Why not just go all out and kill him at the same time," he said, making a gesture of wiping his neck.
Ye Xuanhe's eyes flashed, emitting a fierce murderous aura.
The young man quickly admitted his mistake and said, "Master, I was just joking, please don't be angry."
After the sharp sense of oppression disappeared, the young man muttered in his heart: I wonder if the master has developed feelings for that evil star, why is he still protecting him...
"Remember this, everyone. He is the one His Majesty wants, and he must not die."
"yes!"
"yes!"
The young man asked again, "Master, you should at least tell us who we are looking for this time. Otherwise, how can we find it if it's a man or a woman?"
Ye Xuanhe curled the corners of his lips slightly and said a name.
The young man was surprised. "Didn't she die a long time ago? Could she still be alive?"
"His Majesty said that even if he dies, his body must be brought back."
"yes!"
"yes!"
…
After Qi Wuhan took Ling Feng away from Yipin Pavilion, he asked Ling Feng to mobilize twenty black-armored guards to strengthen the defense of the Shangshu Mansion, especially to ensure the safety of Jiang Shen, and to ensure that nothing could go wrong.
He knew that what Jiang Lan was most worried about was her elder brother Jiang Shen. If anything happened to Jiang Shen, she would never be at peace for the rest of her life.
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