Chapter 38: Possession, possession, is a manifestation of love. Does this mean...
The next day, early morning after the rain.
Yan Jing stood under the plaque with the three characters "Ciyuxuan", looked up at the sloppy and flamboyantly written characters, his eyebrows twitched slightly, then he lowered his gaze, stepped forward and knocked on the closed door.
Soon, there were small footsteps, followed by a creaking sound. A dark-skinned but clear-eyed child looked up at Yan Jing and asked politely, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Yan Jing lowered his head when he heard the voice. Seeing that the child had difficulty looking up, he squatted down, looked at her at eye level, and said softly, "My name is Yan Jing, and I'm Miss Liu's friend. I want to talk to her today. Can you please tell her for me, young master?"
The child had round cheeks and looked childish, but his eyes and eyebrows still showed the maturity and understanding of an adult. He nodded when he heard him say that, and said in a clear voice: "Miss Liu is inside, Mr. Yan can just follow me in."
The morning light reflected on the moist ground, creating gentle ripples like a lake covered in gold foil.
The girl sits on a high stool on the "lake surface", with her silk dress embroidered with butterflies and golden thread drooping, reflecting the morning sun, like a fairy born from the golden crow.
Two or three children sat around her, laughing and talking happily. The warm scenery of the paradise made people forget the cold wind of the troubled times.
The child who first opened the door for Yan Jing trotted a few steps, tugged at the girl's clothes, smiled, pointed at Yan Jing and said something, causing Wen Ying to look up at him.
The man was tall and sturdy, with his hair tied up with a red rope. His face was paler than before, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
When his gaze met hers, Yan Jing slightly raised the corners of his lips and curved his dark eyes, emitting fragments of light that was brighter than the morning light.
Wen Ying was stunned by that smile for a moment, and subconsciously lowered her eyes to look away. She patted the child's head and said softly, "I understand. Thank you, Changsheng."
Changsheng received the praise, smiled shyly, and with a blushing face, he pulled away the children who were clinging to Wen Ying, giving them space to talk.
Wen Ying's eyes followed the children's backs as they slowly left. Suddenly, she heard Yan Jing's gentle voice: "Miss Liu, you are kind-hearted and gentle. No wonder the children like you so much."
Yan Jing narrowed his eyes, quickly checked Wen Ying's condition, and then relaxed.
His face was ruddy, and there was a light smell of blood on his body. He seemed to be fine.
"Your Excellency is too kind. I am just trying my best." Wen Ying looked down at Yan Jing, still not looking at his face, "I wonder why Your Highness came to see me today?"
In such a poor era, it is not easy to survive. Very few people have the energy to do so. Among these few, many people just watch from the sidelines to protect themselves, while very few people actually take action to consider others.
He even felt that the four words "gentle and kind" were not enough to describe Wen Ying.
But Wen Ying looked absent-minded, as if she felt that she had only done some insignificant things and it was only natural.
Yan Jing looked at Wen Ying's lowered eyelashes, his smile deepened, and he said casually: "The young lady went home early yesterday, so she must not know that assassins entered the enclosure."
"Many officials have been attacked. The specific circumstances are still under investigation, but it is not safe right now, so I am here to remind you, young lady, not to go out unless necessary."
Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately adjusted her state, put on a worried look, looked up at Yan Jing, and asked with concern: "How could this happen, is Lord Yan okay?"
Finally I'm willing to look at him.
Yan Jing's eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips and lowered his head: "I was injured by an assassin and was unconscious for a day, so I came to see you a little late. I hope you don't mind."
After hearing Yan Jing say this, Wen Ying realized that from his perspective, after Yan Jing left the paddock, 'Liu Qing' returned to her home for no reason, and seemed to be angry that Yan Jing did not come to find her the first time.
So he quickly replied: "How could that be? Your Excellency was injured, and I was worried about it, so how could I blame you? Are you feeling better now?"
Yan Jing shook his head and coughed a few times, his voice a little hoarse: "Not very good, but in order to rush to see the young lady, I don't want to stay in bed any longer."
“Nonsense!”
Wen Ying stood up immediately after hearing this, took a step forward, took Yan Jing's arm, and pulled him to sit in his original position. She carefully checked his condition and asked seriously, "Are you feeling unwell? Are you dizzy? Is your vision clear?"
She didn't know the type of poisoning Yan Jing had, nor did she know whether Su Miaoyan's medicine could completely detoxify him. Yesterday, she just heard that someone was looking for Yan Jing, and she left without thinking.
If there are undetectable residual poisons left in the body, it may be life-threatening.
Yan Jing raised his hand and touched his chest, frowning slightly, raising his eyes slightly, and lowering the upturned corners of his eyes a little, looking very aggrieved: "My chest feels a little stuffy."
Seeing this, Wen Ying didn't think too much and directly touched his chest and gently helped him breathe: "It should be that your meridians were injured, so you are a little short of breath. Remember not to move too much in the next few days."
Soft fingers brushed across his chest, causing a tingling sensation. Yan Jing's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes sank, and he uttered only one syllable: "Hmm."
"Since the weather is getting colder these days, why not stay at home? If there's anything you need, why not let Geng You and Huang Ben do it for you?"
Wen Ying kept on giving instructions, and the more she spoke, the more disappointed she became: "Lord Yan seems quite smart on weekdays, why don't you care about your own health now? I can't run away, but you are..."
"Really?"
"...What?" Wen Ying's words were suddenly interrupted, and her movements paused. She suddenly realized that the position of her hands was not good.
The beating of her pulse through layers of thick clothes brought blood to the girl's cheeks. When she was about to withdraw her hand, a large hand covered her and pressed her down.
Yan Jing's eyes were dark, he lowered his eyes and stared at the girl with blushing cheeks: "You really won't run away?"
With her palms pressed against the man's burning chest, Wen Ying could almost feel the soft elastic touch under his clothes, but she could not move. She could only bury her face lower and said sullenly, "Where can I run to?"
"If there was a place to escape, would you run?"
The force on the back of her hand increased, bringing her palm closer to the man's heart.
Feeling the pressure from the man's words, Wen Ying blinked slightly and slowly raised her eyes to look directly at Yan Jing: "What about you, sir? Will you be by my side no matter when, no matter where, no matter what happens?"
Will you stay with me no matter who I am?
The girl's question made Yan Jing stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but loosen his strength. Wen Ying took the opportunity to withdraw her hand. The temperature on her fingers that did not belong to her made her heart surge.
"My Lord, is there anything else?" She clenched her fingers, as if pinching her own disobedient heart, and said in a deep voice, "If there is nothing else, I will leave for a while."
After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for Yan Jing to answer, leaving Yan Jing sitting there alone.
The air became silent.
After a long time, the corners of Yan Jing's mouth couldn't help but rise, and his eyes were gradually filled with excitement, like a flame suddenly rising in the snow.
She was trying to tie him up.
Possession is a manifestation of love.
Does this mean that the future he expects is not far away?
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In the paddock, Hua Chengce half-knelt on the ground, letting the muddy land stain his pure white fur coat, with his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
There was another man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, standing tall like a pine or cypress, with his arms folded. He watched Hua Chengce's actions with a serious expression. His righteous aura seemed to be able to evaporate the rain around him.
"Your Highness, it's time to go."
A servant was beside him, reminding him softly and carefully, for fear of disturbing the Third Prince's thoughts.
Because of the assassination and bear attack incident last night, His Majesty the Emperor was furious and ordered the Dali Temple Minister Wei Quan to personally investigate the matter and not to be negligent in the slightest.
Gao Xuan was immediately dismissed from his post and taken into custody, pending the determination of how to deal with him after the truth of the matter was uncovered.
Although Hua Chengce was not directly involved in the security deployment of the enclosure, he was also implicated in the selection of the venue and was punished with house arrest for three months.
As it should be, Gao Xuan's military power was returned to His Majesty.
The Third Prince's party suffered heavy losses, and the ultimate winner was Hua Junguang, who was the first to be attacked by the assassin.
Before leaving, Hua Chengce insisted on seeing the attack scene with his own eyes to gain peace of mind. His Majesty could not persuade him and had to let Wei Quan accompany the Third Prince.
We have been checking for a whole hour now, it is really time to leave.
"Master Wei," Hua Chengce ignored the servant's reminder and looked at Wei Quan calmly, "I don't know if Master Yan can use a gun?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Quan frowned slightly and shook his head: "As far as I know, Lord Yan seems to be good at using a bow. I have never heard of him using other weapons."
Hua Chengce smiled, but his voice was full of confusion: "That's strange. I remember there were no spears among the weapons collected from the scene, but there were bullet marks everywhere. What's going on?"
The third prince's words were like a silver needle that instantly pierced Wei Quan's nerves, making him unable to help but start thinking.
They captured an assassin alive and had no time to interrogate him, but Wei Quan already had some guesses about the mastermind behind them.
To cause trouble at the Riding and Archery Banquet is tantamount to disrespecting the emperor's authority.
Although the imperial power is not very stable now, there are no obvious uprisings in various places.
Therefore, those who have such courage are most likely from the enemy country and its spies.
Long spears are too conspicuous and difficult to carry, so the phoenixes usually use weapons such as knives, poison, and daggers.
Moreover, since [that family], it is rare to hear of anyone who is good at using a spear.
Wait, that one...
"I miss it so much. The last time I saw a spear was about three years ago." Hua Chengce stood up slowly and mentioned it as if casually.
Wei Quan hesitated for a moment and replied calmly: "I will investigate this matter later."
After hearing these ambiguous words, Hua Chengce gradually relaxed.
Wei Quan is a very cautious man who sticks to his word. If he says he will get to the bottom of something, he will really do his best to get to the bottom of it.
If you are innocent, it's fine. But if you are dirty, you will be skinned alive if you don't die.
Did Yan Jing really think he had done it perfectly?
Don't look down on people too much.
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