Chapter 80: The Abandoned Ying Zhilin
Wen Yan was thinking about the 108 ways that Sun Rulan could die.
Ying Zhilin's face suddenly appeared in front of her, and Wen Yan was so scared that she almost jumped up.
She patted her chest and took a deep breath: "I was scared to death!"
"What are you thinking about? Why are you so engrossed?" Ying Zhilin looked at the feng shui map on the table. "Hasn't the land for building the house been decided? Why are you still looking at this?"
"I'm just looking at it for fun." Wen Yan rolled up the feng shui map and said to Ying Zhilin, "I have to go out for a few days. I'll trouble you to take care of the things at home."
Ying Zhilin saw her putting the feng shui map into the drawer and asked casually, "Are you going to the capital for business?"
Wen Yan said "hmm" and passed it over vaguely.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Ying Zhilin didn't ask any further questions and instead started chatting about some trivial family matters.
At noon, Wen Yan changed into coarse clothes, carried a bag and set off.
She took a small path and came to the small market at the foot of Wutong Academy.
She had wanted to rent a horse here.
Unexpectedly, all the horses in the inn had been rented out.
She had no choice but to buy a lot of dry food and head in the opposite direction of the capital.
Whenever she saw an ox cart or a donkey cart, she would take a ride.
No, she walked along the shade of the trees.
We walked like this for more than an hour.
The further she walked, the more she felt something was wrong.
She always felt like someone was watching her.
But she looked back several times and didn't see any suspicious people.
Wen Yan frowned slightly, pretended nothing had happened, and continued walking forward for a while, then suddenly turned into a forest.
She hid behind a big tree.
After a while, I heard a series of footsteps coming from far away, with a very urgent rhythm.
She held her breath and raised the stone in her arms high above her head.
One foot stepped forward first.
It is a blue men's cloth boot.
Wen Yan immediately threw the stone in his hand towards the foot.
The other party reacted very quickly and quickly retracted his foot.
Wen Yan rushed out from behind the tree and attacked his abdomen, neck and crotch in succession.
The other party was struggling to cope and seemed to be struggling.
Wen Yan took the opportunity to tie his hands behind his back, pressed his knee against his lower back, and pressed him against the tree.
"It's me, it's me! Ying Zhilin." Ying Zhilin patted the tree trunk.
Wen Yan tilted her head, looked at his face, then reached out and rubbed his neck.
They didn't let him go until his neck was rubbed red and they were sure that his face was not disguised.
"You're following me?!"
Ying Zhilin rubbed his jaw, which was hurt by Wen Yan's rubbing, and then said, "During the lunch break today, I was asked by the dean to send someone down the mountain. I saw you in the market walking in the opposite direction of the capital.
You said you were going to Beijing this morning.
I felt something was amiss, so I followed him."
"If I ask you to go back now, will you go back?" Wen Yan asked.
Ying Zhilin said firmly: "No."
Wen Yan smiled and said, "If I encounter danger from bandits, can you still protect me?"
Thinking of Wen Yan's quick and agile skills just now, Ying Zhilin put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.
"I'm not good at fighting, but I can use my brain."
"Then I'll wait and see." Wen Yan turned around and continued on his way.
Ying Zhilin pursed his lips and chuckled, then followed her briskly: "Let me help you with your bag."
The two of them traveled for more than an hour.
It was getting dark and we were still fifty or sixty miles away from our destination.
I won’t be able to reach my destination today.
I had to stay overnight in a village beside the official road.
Wen Yan did not rush to the door, but listened for a while among the old women at the entrance of the village.
I chose a house where only women, children and kids lived, and stayed there after dark.
The old lady in charge was very welcoming and asked them what they wanted to eat for dinner, which she could make right away.
He refused all food and went straight back to his room.
The old woman looked disappointed as she had lost another source of food income.
But she still boiled a bucket of hot water and asked the boy to bring it to them for washing.
Although the family's women and children were weak and Wen Yan was still more cautious when they were away from home, and the two of them took turns to keep watch at night.
If you hear that Yan slept in the first half of the night, you should know that Lin slept in the second half.
Ying Zhilin nodded obediently: "I'll follow your arrangements."
After washing her face, Wen Yan separated half of the water and couldn't wait to put her sore and swollen legs into the hot water.
As soon as she touched the hot water, the intense stinging pain made her gasp.
But after enduring the initial pain, there is a comfortable warmth.
Ying Zhilin sat next to her and also started soaking.
After soaking their feet comfortably, the two of them ate some dry food that Wen Yan had bought.
Wen Yan prepared many kinds of dry food.
In addition to filling sesame cakes, there are also snacks such as preserved fruits and dried meat.
After eating and drinking, Wen Yan lay down on the warm kang and stretched comfortably.
He patted the kang and said, "Ying Zhilin, I'm going to rest first. I'll get up at midnight and it'll be your turn."
Ying Zhilin also got on the kang and sat at her feet.
"I have blisters on my feet. Let me help you take care of them." Ying Zhilin suddenly had a needle in his hand.
He placed the needle on the oil lamp to burn it, then lifted up Wen Yan's slender white feet with one hand.
The needle gently pricked the blister, and blood-red turbid liquid flowed out.
Ying Zhilin quickly used a handkerchief to wipe away the leaking fluid.
He did the same.
Blisters were treated one by one,
Wen Yan didn't even feel the pain.
Ying Zhilin's palms were dry and tender, with thick calluses on her fingers, which rubbed against her delicate skin, making her feel itchy and a little prickly.
Those calloused areas are caused by long-term practice of swordsmanship and archery.
Blister treatment is complete.
He pressed her legs up through her clothes.
His force was not light. The intense pain from the first blow made Wen Yan gasp.
"Just bear with it for a moment and press it."
Ying Zhilin's movements were very familiar, as if he had done this many times.
Wen Yan thought so and asked.
"You walk too much and your feet are swollen. If you don't clear your meridians, you might not be able to take a step tomorrow." Ying Zhilin explained to her without any slowdown in his hands.
"My father used to work as a porter in the city to earn money. He would often come back with swollen feet from exhaustion. That's how my mother took care of him."
Just as Ying Zhilin said, with the pressing, the tense legs felt much more relaxed.
Ying Zhilin was a very careful person, but it was a pity that he died young.
Wen Yan sighed and fell asleep unknowingly.
After midnight, Wen Yan woke up.
She swapped shifts with Ying Zhilin.
The night in the countryside is quiet, with nothing but the occasional chirping of insects.
Wen Yan closed his eyes, unfolded the familiar topographic map in his mind, and replayed the plan.
Before we knew it, the sky turned pale.
The women in this family also got up and started working.
Wen Yan also stood up quickly.
She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, shook it well, pulled out the cork, and shook the bottle under Ying Zhilin's nose.
But in a moment, Ying Zhilin's body went limp and he completely lost consciousness.
Wen Yan left a piece of silver on the cabinet, stuffed two pieces into Ying Zhilin's arms, and then quietly climbed over the wall and left the house.
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