Chapter 143 Goodbye
Cheng Nianying didn't know that everyone in the room was waiting for her.
She entered the shop and left on the pretext of going to the bathroom. The owner saw that she was followed by two extremely strong guards and let her go without offending them.
By the time the guards outside reacted, Cheng Nianying had already left through the back door.
Thanks to the bustling crowd on the street, the young man was squeezed together and had not yet run far, so Cheng Nianying easily caught up with him.
…
Smoke rises from the cooking stove.
The young man pulled the scarf on his head tightly and held a deerskin bag in his arms.
He crawled through three filled ditches before arriving at a low house made of rubble.
"Amo, you're back?" The barefoot man casually brushed up his sweaty hair, holding a broken clay pot in one hand and greeting the young man.
Ah Mo replied muffledly, "Yeah, I brought some medicine."
"I picked some herbs from the mountain today. You can go to my place later and pick some for me to take back."
"good."
Amo hurriedly ended the conversation and turned into a room.
The figure in the room struggled to sit up, his hair disheveled and his rosy face pale.
Light came in from outside the door, lighting up his eyes.
This made him seem less confused.
This face.
It’s Yin Heng.
Cheng Nianying squatted above the ditch, picked up a stone and threw it at the door.
The already rotten and old door panel suddenly had a big hole in it.
Ah Mo stopped walking, turned around and walked out, mumbling curses: "Which... bastard..."
When Cheng Nianying saw that he had been tricked out, she immediately jumped down from the ditch and leaped to his front in just three or two steps.
Ah Mo's eyes widened as wide as they could, but he put his hands over his head, turned to face the wall, and shouted incoherently, "Don't hit me!"
Cheng Nianying blinked in confusion.
But out of the vigilance she had developed over the years as a killer, she still put one hand on Amo's shoulder.
This place is close to the neck, and if the opponent makes any unusual movement, his life can be taken.
"It was you who took Yin Heng away?" Cheng Nianying asked.
Amo nodded.
"I found a lot of blood in the room where you slept..."
Ah Mo quickly pointed inside and said, "It's his." After saying that, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, it wasn't me who hurt him..."
His mouth was much better, and he could speak complete sentences, but his tone was a little hot: "He, he blocked it for me."
"He blocked it for you?" Cheng Nianying widened her eyes slightly.
"Someone... is trying to kill me..."
Cheng Nianying was stunned for a moment, then guessed, "They sent you to kill Yin Heng. Seeing that you were taken to Weiyang by Yin Heng, they were afraid that you would reveal something, so they decided to kill you as well?"
"Yeah, yeah." Amo nodded.
It turned out that night, Yin Heng turned back on the way because he found something wrong and suspected that someone was going to kill him to silence him?
As a result, they collided.
"At that time, I could only take him... and escape." Amo swallowed hard and said.
Listening carefully, there is a hint of sob in the voice.
"Go in and check his injuries." Cheng Nianying withdrew her hand.
Amo: "Yeah, yeah." He then regained his normal movements and walked in front to open the door.
The two walked in one after the other. Yin Heng stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Miss Jiang... Miss Jiang? Am I dreaming?"
Still able to speak, not dead.
Cheng Nianying's expression relaxed a little, and she walked over and grabbed Yin Heng's wrist.
Yin Heng woke up as if from a dream, and excitedly pulled his hand away twice, but failed to do so.
He closed his eyes and fainted again.
"The pulse is extremely chaotic."
Cheng Nianying turned her head and met Amo's dazed and frightened face.
"The pulse is extremely chaotic? Does it mean... that he can't survive?" Amo asked.
Cheng Nianying shook her head: "It's just that the injury is serious."
As she spoke, she reached out to pick up the medicine that Amo had brought back.
"Is it useful?"
"Some."
Cheng Nianying picked out some and gave it to Amo to cook.
She stayed aside and waited for Yin Heng to wake up.
But Yin Heng's eyelids trembled again and again, as if he was sleep-deprived, and he was unable to open them for a long time.
Maybe I should bring a set of needles. Cheng Nianying thought about it, and turned her eyes to catch a glimpse of a curled-up figure in the shadow against the wall.
She reached out to touch it and felt the cold, hard leather.
She stared at it carefully for a moment before finally recognizing that it was a man carefully wrapped in animal skins from head to toe.
Cheng Nianying slowly withdrew her hand, and only when she got very close could she smell the faint stench.
That's a dead man.
"He's been dead for some time." Amo came in with a bowl and said vaguely with the tip of his tongue.
"He's my brother."
"I went out to kill someone, and he fell ill and died. ... Or maybe he starved to death, I don't know. Anyway, when I came back, he was dead."
The fire used to boil the medicine made a crackling sound.
Mixed with Amo's voice.
"They told me," Ah Mo pointed at Yin Heng, "that if we kill him, we won't have to live in the north of the city anymore. They'll give me money and a house, and my brother and I can become people of Weiyang."
"I couldn't kill him." Amo sniffed, "My brother didn't wait."
"I know that even if I kill him, my brother won't be able to wait. I will die anyway."
After he said that, he walked over and covered his brother with another layer of cloth.
"I brought medicine back, and they all thought my brother was sick and needed medicine."
"We can't let anyone outside know he's here." Ah Mo pointed at Yin Heng again, "So brother can't be buried yet."
"Will you help him?" Amo turned and looked at Cheng Nianying.
"He saved me."
Amo's face was covered with tears.
Cheng Nianying said, "I don't have any handkerchiefs anymore."
Amo was stunned: "Huh?"
Cheng Nianying tore off a piece of her sleeve and gave it to him: "Wipe your face."
Amo held the sleeve in his hand and didn't move.
Cheng Nianying: "I'm going to get some medicine." She thought for a moment and added, "I'm going to get some better medicine."
Ah Mo immediately felt like he had received a good signal, and then he wiped his face and said, "I know, the medicine at Anhe Pavilion is good."
He was worried: "Do you know how to get to Anhe Pavilion?"
"I'm not going there. I'm going somewhere better."
"Better? Where?"
"Only I know."
Cheng Nianying walked out.
The light was already dimming at this time.
She looked up and saw the distant sky.
A lot of time had passed, and Fu Yi still hadn't caught her. If she left Weiyang now, Fu Yi wouldn't be able to catch up.
Cheng Nianying stood there for a while, then jumped over the ditch.
…
The owner of the garment shop felt that he was really breathless.
Why hasn't the person I'm waiting for come back yet?
Mr. Cen San was feeling very uneasy. He turned around to look at his niece and saw beads of sweat on his face.
He couldn't help but say, "Prince, do you want an artist to draw her appearance and post it on the notice?"
Fu Yi spread out his palm: "Get paper and pen."
Mr. Cen Sanye shuddered. Was he going to paint it himself? He knew there was finally a turning point. He didn't have to stand here with the others as punishment...
The officials quickly brought the table, and the servants of the Cen family brought paper and ink.
Who still remembers whether to kill or not these days?
It would be better if we didn't kill any more people right now.
The guard was grinding ink on the side, and Fu Yi stared at the tip of the pen with a cold look in his eyes.
To be caught.
They should be chained up.
He didn't know what to do with her. It wasn't that he had never thought about it, but that he had thought about it too much.
If you want it, hold it firmly in your hands.
He hadn't come here to catch her, but he had happened to meet her there. How could it not be fate?
That's his, it should be his.
The tip of the pen fell, slowly drawing a vague outline.
Cheng Nianying was walking on the road when she heard people whispering, "I heard the city gates are sealed."
"What's the reason?"
"I heard someone died in Dongliu Lane today. Maybe it's related to this."
Cheng Nianying continued to move forward.
"...He's back!" The guard standing at the bottom of the stairs suddenly cried out in surprise.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Fu Yi's eyelids jumped and he stood up and walked to the door.
Cheng Nianying glanced around and saw the bullied woman, Ge Lang's wife, the officials, the guards, the servants of the Cen family... a lot of people.
Why are you all standing here?
Her eyes swept across the panic on those people's faces, and finally turned to meet Fu Yi's eyes.
It's getting darker.
Fu Yi was also covered with a faint shadow.
Cheng Nianying couldn't see his expression, but she opened her arms and revealed what she was hiding. "I saw some walnut cakes on the street and brought some back. Would you like some, Prince?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
