[Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Female Teacher's Dog Training Rules (44)]
As the outside world's rumors about the Bai family's youngest son killing his brother to seize power became more and more intense, Bai Yunxuan, who had suffered a series of defeats, was pushed to the forefront under the joint encirclement of the Tong family and the Zhao family.
He had to place his hopes on Han Wei.
Han Wei is a bandit, and bandits are best at taking advantage of others' misfortunes.
It took a lot of effort for him to get the support he wanted.
He thought that he and Han Wei had a win-win cooperation, but he didn't expect that the bald man would turn around and hand the evidence of his murder to Yan Qing.
If you want to catch a disobedient wild dog, you have to prepare a snare in advance and force him to get in.
Zhao Jinling, who seemed to be blessed by God, was in high spirits these days, and a look of joy could not help but appear on his brows.
He was naturally very proud to see Bai Yunxuan being humiliated.
"It's almost over, Senior Sister." He held Yan Qing in his arms and spoke happily.
Yan Qing leaned on his chest: "A Ling, I'm still very uneasy. I dreamed of Master again last night. He was covered in blood..."
She raised her little face and said worriedly, "Could this be a warning from Master to you and me?"
"No." Zhao Jinling's eyes flickered, and he held her in his arms, preventing her from seeing the guilt in his eyes.
He suddenly panicked for no reason. The scene of Lin Shuxian dying under his gun was still vivid in his mind. If his sister knew that her most respected master died at his hands...
No, she must not know!
Yan Qing exhaled a breath of foul air, her expression showing more worry than ever before: "I want to go and pay my respects to Master."
"I'll go with you," Zhao Jinling said without hesitation. "The instructor is like a father to me."
Yan Qing shook his head and refused: "It's remote there, and accidents are likely to happen there. A Ling's safety is more important than anything else."
"I'm even more worried about Senior Sister going alone." The man caressed her face affectionately, "It's settled. Master must want to personally witness the relationship between Senior Sister and I."
She blushed and said coquettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about."
Well, she refused.
If anything happens, it's none of her business.
The next day, the two of them, accompanied by several subordinates trusted by Zhao Jinling, went to the villa built halfway up the mountain.
Lin Shuxian's tomb is just behind the villa.
A drizzle of rain fell from the gray sky, and the entire cemetery seemed to be shrouded in heavy mist.
The chilly spring air enters the body, making people shiver uncontrollably.
Yan Qing stood in front of the tombstone, clasped his hands together, and silently said, "I hope Master can bless A Ling to be safe and sound."
Zhao Jinling, who was standing beside her, was wearing the same black shirt as her. He looked at her with lowered brows, and his cold facial lines softened.
"If only Master were still here, he would definitely be able to help A Ling." Yan Qing said gloomily as he was being escorted away.
Zhao Jinling was about to speak when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
There was another noise coming from the whistling wind, the sound of a silenced gunshot.
"Go to the mountain." Minrui dodged a gunshot and decisively took Yan Qing to run to the mountain.
The sky gradually darkened. The swaying shadows of the trees on the mountain looked like evil spirits with bared fangs and claws. The whistling wind sounded like a whimper that threatened to devour everything.
The two of them cooperated to dodge several hidden gunshots and hid in the woods before they could barely catch their breath.
Yan Qing touched him worriedly and said, "A Ling, I'm glad you're okay."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister." Zhao Jinling said calmly, "There's a traitor among my people."
His whereabouts this time were not disclosed to the public. The fact that the assassins were able to track him here only means that there is something wrong with the people around him.
After doubting every one of his trusted followers, he still had no doubts about Yan Qing.
He also didn't notice that there was a luminous label on the back of Yan Qing's clothes.
One of the mercenaries who found this place approached with a gun in hand. He raised the dazzling light on his hat and said, "It's time to say goodbye, both of you."
"A Ling, be careful!" Yan Qing pushed Zhao Jinling away fiercely.
The man's head hit the stone she had selected in advance, and he didn't even see her face full of fear and worry before he fainted.
Yan Qing hugged him and rolled down the hillside, intentionally or unintentionally using his body as a cushion.
Until dawn, Zhao Jinling, with blood gushing from the back of his head, still hadn't woken up.
Yan Qing carried him down the mountain alone with great difficulty.
The man woke up once in a daze, and only heard her muttering in a crying voice: "I won't let anything happen to you, A-Ling, just hold on a little longer."
After taking the person to the nearest hospital, she instructed the doctor to give Zhao Jinling anesthesia.
I changed into sterile clothes and followed the cart into the operating room.
Zhao Jinling sat up suddenly from the bed after waking up: "My eyes, why can't I see?"
His eyes felt dry and stinging, making it difficult for him to even open them.
He seemed to be suppressed in darkness where no light could be seen, and he felt waves of unbearable pain in his head and eyes.
"Senior Sister? Where are you?" Thinking of Yan Qing, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but fell to the ground because he couldn't see.
At this moment, he was like a disabled deer with half of its body bitten.
Deep down, I am filled with fear and anxiety.
The kind nurse helped him up from the ground and asked: "Sir, are you asking about the lady who carried you here for rescue?"
Zhao Jinling's embarrassed look froze, and he quickly asked, "Yes, it's her, where is Senior Sister?"
The nurse sighed, "She was seriously injured, and she insisted on carrying you for more than ten kilometers. I don't know if she woke up or not."
"I've never seen such a determined girl." She said with a sigh, nodding slightly to Yan Qing who was standing at the door.
"Take me to see her!" Zhao Jinling grabbed her hand and ordered coldly.
The nurse said righteously: "Sir, the wound on your head has not healed yet. What you need most now is rest."
As the two of them were at a stalemate, Yan Qing's anxious voice came from the door: "A Ling!"
She hugged Zhao Jinling, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and cried, "You finally woke up. I thought, I thought..."
She choked with sobs, but her expression was cold.
Now Zhao Jinling could no longer see anything, so she was too lazy to disguise herself so elaborately.
When Zhao Jinling felt the bandage wrapped around her arm and thought of what the nurse had just said, his heart ached.
He gently patted her back and comforted her: "Don't cry, Senior Sister, I'm fine now, it's just a minor injury."
Even though he could no longer see, he did not realize the seriousness of the situation.
I just thought it was just temporary blindness.
"The doctor said that A Ling has blood clots in his brain, which is pressing on his optic nerve."
Yan Qing’s words also made him feel relieved.
Stroking his eyelids, she said guiltily, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I hadn't pushed him that time, A Ling might not have been injured so seriously."
"No, don't blame Senior Sister. If it weren't for Senior Sister, I would have been killed by the assassin."
Zhao Jinling felt distressed and found an excuse for her.
But she did it on purpose.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
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