[Chapter 402 Chapter 402 The Vicious Fake Goddess (13)]
"Girl, no matter how many questions you have, don't speak them out easily." Yan Qing deliberately frowned, "Especially after entering the Imperial City, remember that the more you speak, the more mistakes you make."
Keeping his young lady's words in mind, Lan Yin nodded seriously.
Then she performed an unstandard aristocratic ceremony: "I obey your command."
Yan Qing was amused by her crooked posture, but he pretended to be serious so that she would remember it. It was really hard to hold back his laughter as he pursed his lips tightly.
Tusan, who was standing by, thought she was cute because she was only two years older than Lan Yin, but she was pretending to be an adult educating the younger generation.
He lowered his head slightly and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
After Lan Yin put away the tea and left, Yan Qing walked towards the young man, frowned with concern and reached out to help him take off the mask on his face: "It must be very uncomfortable to wear it for a long time, I'm sorry Tu Sangge."
I don’t know what the men on the grassland eat when they grow up, but almost all of them are tall.
She was not short, and she looked quite petite standing in front of Tusan.
If you want to untie the tie behind the young man's ear, you have to stand on tiptoe.
"Miss, this is also for my own good." Tusan subconsciously lowered his head to make it easier for her to get it, but he inadvertently brought the two of them very close, and the girl's forehead accidentally hit his nose bone.
He didn't feel much pain, just like a gust of warm wind brushed against him. Looking at the person in front of him, her skin, as white as cream, immediately turned a hint of red.
"Sorry." His black pupils were filled with guilt. He wanted to hold Yan Qing's hand, but shyly withdrew it, letting it hang helplessly on both sides of his body.
Yan Qing raised his hand and touched his face, and asked with concern: "I'm fine, but why is your face so red, Brother Tusang?"
Tusaint stepped back as if her hand were a branding iron that would burn through his flesh.
"Maybe it's too hot." He swallowed and moved his gaze with difficulty to the mask in the girl's hand.
With it, the beauty and excitement can still be concealed.
Now that the mask has been taken off, he feels embarrassed that the secret he has been hiding has been exposed to the sun.
Yan Qing pretended not to notice his emotional fluctuations and nodded helplessly: "This thing is indeed very suffocating."
She pressed the mask closer to her face, looked at the other person through the slit left for her eyes, and blinked softly, "Put it here with me for a while."
Tusan didn't know what she was going to do. Just from her action, he remembered that he had put the mask on his face not long ago, and he felt shy as if their foreheads were touching.
"Yes, miss."
Afraid of seeing Guanyin, he did not dare to look up.
Yan Qing deliberately moved closer and smiled: "When there are no outsiders around, Brother Tusang should just call me Sister Qing."
The young man held back his heartbeat that was about to lose its rhythm and nodded slightly: "Qingmei."
The approaching warm wind made him feel uneasy.
Afraid that the girl would misunderstand that he hated her, Tusan lowered his eyes, his calves trembling slightly as he tried to retreat.
Yan Qing knew that he couldn't stand the teasing, so he knew his limits and didn't do anything more intimate that would arouse people's imagination.
She held the mask in her hand and played with it for a while, then asked casually, "Does Tusange have any impression of Cheng Xuke?"
"He gives me a different feeling from others." Tusan was shocked, his pupils dilated. He nodded, not being good at lying, with a bit of confusion on his face.
Contrary to the sudden hostility that arose when he first met Cheng Su and Cheng Jiang, Cheng Xu made him feel more familiar.
When they met for the first time, he even felt a sense of pleasure as if he were meeting an old friend again.
Yan Qing grabbed his arm, stared into his eyes and said seriously: "Don't worry, Brother Tusang, your hatred is my sister's hatred. If anything happens in the future, we will face it together."
The young man's reaction confirmed her previous judgment.
He was the fourth prince of Beiyou who was once the most favored but died in a mudslide while passing through Chilian Mountain during a rainstorm.
It is said to be a natural disaster, but in fact it is a man-made disaster.
Cheng Su and Cheng Jiang were the ones who openly hated him the most for blocking their path to success.
And secretly, Cheng Xu must have regarded him as the biggest thorn in his side.
So Yan Qing didn't believe that he didn't take action.
It's just that Cheng Xu is a shrewd smiling tiger who is good at disguising himself and judging the situation. He can even show a friendly smile when facing his most hated enemy.
Such a person would never do it himself, but would just be the one hiding behind the scenes.
She chose to enter Beiyou as a goddess, simply because she wanted to use Cheng Xu to deal with others so as to turn the royal family upside down first.
Of course, she would not be stupid enough to let Cheng Xu get what he wants and dominate the market.
By then, Tusan’s true identity will be a weapon to check and balance him.
"Brother Tusang, let me give you some acupuncture first. It will be good for your hidden injuries." She tapped her head. "Look at me. I was so busy treating the villagers that I forgot that my closest person was suffering from a serious illness."
Tusan held her hand and said, "Qingmei, don't hurt yourself."
Yan Qing curled his lips and snorted jokingly: "Brother Tusan, you think that if I knock myself stupid, I'm not worthy of being your sister."
"How could that be?" Tusan said helplessly.
The warmth from his palm made him let go of his hand quickly. He touched his face subconsciously, then he realized that the mask was now being held between the girl's fingers.
Qingmei just said that he was the person closest to her...
As I thought about what the girl had just said, I felt a warm current flowing through my body.
"Miss, the hot water you requested is ready." Lan Yin shouted from outside, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
Yan Qing pushed the young man into the room and said, "Go ahead, Brother Tusang. It's a good opportunity for you to try out the medical skills that Lord Beast God has bestowed upon me."
It is convenient to have the identity of a goddess. If you encounter something that you don’t want to explain, you can just blame it on the imaginary Beast God.
Lan Yin brought the hot water into the room and retreated, ready to deal with the person who wanted to see him outside.
Yan Qing wanted to train her abilities, so he gave her some handling duties.
The person Cheng Su chose that day was not her, so naturally he did not have a deep impression of her face. The soldier who held her hostage was also stabbed to death by Yan Qing.
Now that she has changed her clothes and has become a little plumper these days, and with Yan Qing's advice on makeup, she will not be recognized even if she stands in front of Cheng Su.
As long as she doesn't reveal her true colors.
Hiding his hatred in his heart, Lan Yin always kept a smile on his face that he had practiced countless times in front of the bronze mirror.
She gave herself the mental suggestion of "I am the goddess's waitress", and perhaps with Yan Qing's help, she was able to deal with these people more and more easily.
Inside the room, Tusan was stunned beside the bed. After taking a look at the room layout, he quickly looked away.
There is a saying on the grassland that only a man who can be entrusted with one's life can enter an unmarried girl's boudoir. Thinking of this, he looked up eagerly.
But all he saw was Yan Qingzheng concentrating on washing his hands and preparing the needle bag in preparation for treating him.
Obviously there were no other extra thoughts.
"Qingmei, I'm not seriously injured. There's no need to bother with my treatment." He pointed his toes outward, having the urge to run away.
The girl is still young and may not understand some of the rules, but he can't just ignore them.
If it were to get out that he, a grown man, had entered the women's cabinet without permission, it would only tarnish her reputation.
Especially since she is now a goddess, if she is not careful, she may become a topic of criticism from others.
Not everyone worships and fears God. Some people even enjoy pulling the saint down from the altar.
He concealed the dark color in his eyes, pulled the quiver on his back, nodded to Yan Qing, and was about to leave.
Yan Qing's pretty face suddenly turned cold, and she said angrily, "Brother Tusang, don't you believe me?"
"How could that be?" Tusan immediately shook his head.
She continued to approach with a fierce look on her face: "Then take off your clothes and lie on the bed."
Tusan's face flushed and he hesitated for a moment.
Seeing her rolling up her sleeves and preparing to help him undress, he couldn't help but pull the clothes tighter on his chest and stuttered: "I, I can do it myself."
Although they didn't spend much time together, he knew very well the girl's stubborn personality.
Otherwise, she would not have refused to stay for another day no matter how Gesan and others tried to persuade her to stay.
He slowly put down his quiver and longbow, and as he unbuttoned his clothes, the blush on his face had quietly crept down to his neck.
"Pants..." Yan Qing said.
The young man's body trembled, and he quickly tightened his belt, staring at her with wide eyes, his lips trembling and his voice trembling: "No, no need."
Yan Qing chuckled: "Well, I just reminded Tu Sangge that you don't have to take off all your clothes."
She looked at the man's figure with some admiration in her eyes.
Tusang also had some old wounds on his body, but compared with the wolf boy Qiang Zhi, they were nothing.
But his fair skin made the scars on his body more prominent.
Tusan's muscles are not exaggerated, especially his chest, where the muscle lines are perfect and smooth. His arms appear stronger only because he has been drawing the bow for many years.
Being stared at by her so openly, Tusan felt hot all over, and the shame was evident on his red and warm skin.
He coughed lightly: "Qingmei."
After being reminded, Yan Qing retracted his gaze and raised his eyelids towards him: "Brother Tu Sang, don't be shy. A qualified doctor will not have improper thoughts about his patients."
She raised her right hand to her ear as if swearing an oath to him.
Tusan's Adam's apple rolled: "Yeah."
But when she came closer, his whole body felt like it was being roasted in magma.
What he was afraid of was that he would have inappropriate thoughts about her.
After Yan Qing finished the acupuncture, he sat by the bed and watched over him. While waiting, he reached out and gently touched the scar less than an inch away from his heart. His eyes were filled with distress. "It must be very painful."
Tusan felt his lips and tongue were extremely dry. He wanted to grab her little hand that made his heart beat faster, but the silver needle fixed his acupoint and he couldn't move.
A soft hand brushed across my chest, and all the blood in my body seemed to be drawn to the same place.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, and when he saw the girl's tightly furrowed brows, the suppressed emotions surged up again.
Qingmei felt sad for him.
Is it possible that she has some feelings for him?
As if feeling the master's joy, the heart beats even more excitedly.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't look, it will scare you."
"I am the goddess chosen by the God of Beasts. How can I be frightened so easily?" Yan Qing raised his chin proudly and poked his finger at his heart. "My muscles are moving on their own. Brother Tusang is so amazing."
A smile spread in Tusan's eyes, but he didn't say it because his heart was beating too fast because of her.
He stared at the smiling face of the girl in front of him.
If possible, he would protect her innocence for the rest of his life.
Yan Qing did not deliberately create any ambiguity. After removing the needle from the young man, he treated him like an ordinary patient, telling him to rest and not to overwork himself.
Then I disinfected the silver needle and had no other communication with him.
To deal with a man, especially one who has some affection for you, you just need to give him some room for imagination occasionally.
Tusan's amnesia was caused by a blood clot at the back of his brain. It was not difficult for her to completely eliminate it, but she had no intention of eradicating it for him.
Now that he is still a young man in Tucson, he can still be used by her, but if his memory is restored, the result will most likely be different.
Therefore, before the bond between two people reaches a certain level, it is best to let the man remain as he is.
She could use a few acupuncture treatments to make him feel that she valued him, and occasionally give him a little hint that she was interested in him.
To her, only people who are useful to her are worth her attention.
Tusan put on his clothes and saw that she was only focused on the task at hand and didn't even look at him. He suddenly felt a sense of loss.
They were so close just now, but now there is an inexplicable distance between them.
"Qingmei." He couldn't help but speak.
Yan Qing looked back: "Hmm? Is there anything else, Brother Tusan?"
Tusan smiled and said, "Thank you."
The girl's eyes were as bright as the moon: "With our relationship, there's no need to thank me."
The sense of loss that had just arisen in my heart was completely dissipated by her words, leaving only a trace of sweetness lingering in the sound of my chest beating.
Their relationship...
The relationship with the closest person?
Watching him leave in a daze, Yan Qing curled his lips and turned his gaze back to the mask on the table.
Late at night, she knocked on the man's door.
As soon as the door opened, she rushed in impatiently.
Hugging the person in his arms, Tusan protected her head and asked, "Qingmei, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"
The bright moon hangs high outside the window, making the night seem even darker.
Yan Qing raised her little face, the moonlight poured in from a corner, and her bright willow-leaf eyes seemed to be filled with admiration.
But it was gone in a flash, making Tucson think he was seeing things.
"Look, Brother Tusan, it won't be so uncomfortable to wear it in the future." Her little face flushed with excitement and she raised the mask in her hand.
Tusan took it. There were some hollow patterns carved on the silver mask, which looked a bit strange.
He held the mask in his hand and looked into the girl's eyes: "Qingmei, I..."
Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too bright tonight, or perhaps it was because the girl's smile was too sweet, he got so excited that he had the urge to express his love.
Yan Qing interrupted him quickly: "Try it on quickly."
Tusan's throat choked, he took a deep breath, and put the mask on his face.
"As expected of me." Yan Qing snapped his fingers, "This way I can breathe."
She yawned, didn't give the young man a chance to say more, waved her hand, turned around and went back to her room.
Tusan was left standing alone at the door, staring blankly at the strange mask in his hand for a long time.
The hidden desire broke out in his sleep. When he woke up the next day, he only remembered that he had a dream in which he crushed the moonlight in his arms.
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