[Chapter 412 Chapter 412 The Vicious Fake Goddess (23)]
The man, whose face was as pale as paper, was lying on the bed. His bloody clothes had been changed, and the front of his white shirt was stained with cinnabar.
Yan Qing's subtle gaze swept over Cheng Xu who was standing in the room, but the other party could see the concern in his eyes.
"Your Highness, you don't need to ask me for anything." After she said that, she asked Lan Yin to prepare some water so that she could give Qi Heng acupuncture.
Tusan, who was guarding the door, came in and asked Cheng Xu to leave, saying that "the lady is giving acupuncture and it is inconvenient to disturb her."
Cheng Xu's gaze fell on Yan Qing's face, and he suddenly remembered what the girl said when she fell into his arms in the study that day.
She said that the oracle had bound them together and that they were now one.
So even though she knew that fortune-telling could endanger one's life, she did not hesitate to tell fortunes for him twice.
Not only did it help him to defeat Cheng Su without any effort, but it also created a rift between him and Cheng Jiang, and the fight between the two turned from covert to open.
It also helped him win the favor of his father and get the disaster relief mission, allowing him to stay out of the conflicts between his elder brothers and gain the support of the people.
There seemed to be spots of light dancing in Cheng Xu's eyes. He bowed to Yan Qing and said, "I thank the Goddess on behalf of Ah Heng."
When he went out, Yan Qing frowned.
This guy is really difficult to deal with. It seems that we need to use drastic measures.
Qi Heng was seriously injured. If it weren't for the jade pendant hidden in his chest that acted as a cushion, he would not have survived until the moment he was rescued.
She sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to doze off, waiting for the man to open his eyes.
When Qi Heng suddenly saw her, he thought he was dead and his soul left his body and came back to see the person he wanted to see.
He stretched out his hand to touch the girl's cheek, but his hand hovered in mid-air and he dared not move forward.
Yan Qing rubbed his eyes and woke up, holding his hand and putting it down: "The needle has not been removed yet, don't move for now."
She carefully put away the needle and couldn't help frowning and muttering: "This is not the first time I have seen Commander Qi in such an embarrassed state. As a friend, I feel very sad."
"You should take better care of your body."
There was a hint of anger in her voice, and she glanced at the man as she spoke.
Qi Heng stared at her blankly, and felt the urge to help her smooth out her frown.
The silver needles that had been inserted into various acupoints were tremblingly taken away, bringing a tingling and numb feeling to the skin.
It seemed as if what was falling on his body was not a silver needle as thin as a hair, but her soft and warm hand.
She said, friend.
No, he doesn't deserve it.
He was just a criminal slave who was once despised by others.
How can a humble dust dare to dream of the moon?
Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Qing asked, "Commander Qi was ambushed?"
Qi Heng nodded and wanted to sit up, but she held his arm without saying anything, signaling him to have a good rest.
"When I was returning to the court, someone attacked me at night." He looked at the snow-white hand that rested on his arm, which made his skin look even darker.
A trace of burning sensation crept up my cheek.
"The opponent is so skilled that he can stab the sword into Commander Qi's heart right in front of him." Yan Qing sighed.
Qi Heng immediately said: "That assassin is not stronger than Heng. Heng blocked the sword for His Highness..."
He originally just wanted to say that the other person was not as good as himself, but after he blurted it out, he realized that it was inappropriate. He coughed to cover up his words.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "I have always recognized Commander Qi's strength."
She changed the subject, with a puzzled look in Liu Ye's eyes, "But the Third Prince was able to fight Tusang to a draw, why did he need someone to sacrifice his life to protect him?"
Realizing that her words were provocative, she immediately fell silent and apologized.
Qi Heng's eyes moved slightly, and his face, which had just lost its weakness, turned paler again. He forced a smile and shook his head slightly.
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. If Cheng Xu possessed martial arts skills, then what would the injuries he suffered over the years from blocking swords and knives to protect his master, and the several times he was on the verge of death, mean?
Suddenly I remembered the peeping in the heavy snow that night.
His heart grew heavier.
When the seeds of doubt are planted in your heart, some things that seemed reasonable in the past will suddenly become suspicious.
While Qi Heng stayed in the temple to recuperate, the old emperor moved in to hold a blessing ceremony.
The night before the ceremony, he accidentally overheard that a palace servant had put drugs in the tea, and immediately wanted to remind Yan Qing.
But he only learned the news that Yan Qing was summoned by the emperor.
Out of concern, he sneaked into the backyard, covered himself with rockery, flew onto the roof and lifted the tiles to spy.
The old emperor was afraid that the swordplay would anger the gods, so he only ordered the imperial guards to guard outside, and did not leave many guards inside the temple.
This also gave him an opportunity.
Seeing that the old emperor was very respectful to Yan Qing, and that the two of them only talked about the ceremony and waited patiently until Yan Qing left safely, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to leave, but he heard the emperor mention Cheng Xu. For some unknown reason, he lay on the roof without moving, almost blending into the black tiles.
"Laifu, what do you think of my third son?" The old emperor leaned back in the armchair and asked with an unclear expression.
The chief eunuch Li Laifu said flatteringly: "The Third Prince has the demeanor of Your Majesty when he was young."
"You are right. My third son's scheming began to show signs ten years ago." The old emperor laughed while twisting his beard proudly. "That old fellow Qi Yuanzhi probably never thought that he would be defeated by a teenager."
He stopped smiling, stood up and put his hands behind his back, "I also know that San'er has the best potential to be the crown prince, but I am also afraid that one day he will become a threat."
Li Lai Fu tried to guess his expression and intention, and did not dare to speak any more. He just bent his waist very low.
Qi Heng on the roof felt his eyes go dark and the blood in his chest churning, as if he had suffered a huge blow.
He flew down quietly and when he returned to his room, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was shaking and he barely managed to stay standing by holding on to the bedpost.
Yan Qing looked at the high-definition image in front of him and curled his lips in satisfaction.
After the old emperor was frightened last time, he became much more humble when he saw her.
During this meeting, she took the opportunity to give him a mental hint, otherwise he would not remember Qi Yuanzhi who had been dead for ten years.
She walked to the window and knocked three times. Soon after she opened the window, Tusan's figure appeared before her.
"Brother Tusang, please put this thing in the Qi family's old house as soon as possible, and remember not to let anyone know about it."
She took out a yellowed, old letter.
Tusan didn't ask any questions and went to complete the task she assigned him.
Yan Qing hugged his waist from behind: "I will always stand by Tusango's side."
If the eunuch closest to the old emperor had not gone there in person, the young man would not have believed it and returned to the palace in the heavy rain just to see his father who doted on him the most for the last time.
But he almost died on the way.
No one could have imagined that the one who killed the most favored fourth prince would be the old emperor himself.
Perhaps at the beginning he just used his son as a tool, a tool whose existence or disappearance was only to maintain the balance between the major forces.
It is said that the imperial family is the most ruthless, and it is indeed so.
When Tusan first recovered his memory, he might have thought of this, but he just didn't want to admit it.
Yan Qing was unwilling to point the finger at the old emperor.
So she tricked Tusan into accidentally seeing Cheng Xu and Li Lai Fu's contact.
"But the Beast God wants Qingmei to help him." Tusan turned around and hugged her in his arms, his eyes complicated.
Yan Qing shook his head with tears in his eyes: "Even if it means going against the oracle, I don't want to help Tu Sangge's enemies gain power."
"Qingmei..." The young man was deeply moved.
The fire of love hidden in his eyes grew hotter, almost burning out his sanity.
Yan Qing stepped out of his embrace, held his hand and said, "Qi Heng is a good target to use against Cheng Xu."
"Also, at the ceremony tomorrow, Cheng Xu will most likely force Tu Sangge to take off his mask in public in order to prevent future troubles."
She instructed earnestly, "So Tusango will have to work hard for a few more days."
Although Cheng Xu had seen Tusan's face last time, the doubts in his heart might not have completely disappeared.
Even if it was just three points of doubt, he would expand it to ten points and treat Tusan, who gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as an opponent.
The simplest way was to let all the civil and military officials and the common people in the city see his terrifying face with their own eyes.
In order to prevent him from being the real trouble of his missing fourth brother.
After all, no subject would want to see a disfigured person become their lord.
"Compared to what Qingmei has to bear, this is nothing." Tusan approached with restraint, kissed the black hair on her temples carefully, and quickly turned around and rushed out of the window.
On the second day, when the blessing ceremony was held, the outside of the temple was filled with crowds of people.
The golden statue of the beast god in the hall was sculpted based on Yan Qing's portrait. It is an image of a unicorn stepping on auspicious clouds, majestic, tall and imposing.
Sure enough, someone asked Tusan to show his true face, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the gods.
The one who started the trouble was not Cheng Xu, but Wu Sa.
Yan Qing tilted his head to look at Cheng Xu, not ignoring the smile that flashed across the man's lips.
She nodded at Toussaint.
The young man took off his mask, revealing a face that was slightly swollen and blood red, and covered with small bumps of varying depths.
It looked so horrible that there was no trace of its original appearance left.
The crowd suddenly burst into exclamations, and those surrounding the altar all rushed back.
It was as if he was not an admirable servant of God, but a poisonous snake, insect or beast.
"There is such a terrifying monster beside the goddess. Could it be that the goddess is also..." Wu Sa paused deliberately, leaving enough room for people's imagination.
The others looked up, most of them with an expression of anticipation for a good show on their faces.
Pulling the noble goddess down from the platform seemed to satisfy the most secret desires in their hearts.
Yan Qing gathered his long sleeves, his expression calm and cold as a flash of lightning.
"The face of my messenger was destroyed while testing medicine to save the people." She sneered, "Master Wusa is aggressive and wants to make a fuss about this matter, but do you think that gods and Buddhas should not show kindness to humans?"
The sonorous and powerful words created a huge wave of shock among the crowd.
Shouts of “Support the Goddess” rose one after another.
Wu Sa shot herself in the foot and inadvertently pushed her reputation to a new high.
When the ceremony began, hundreds of birds circled and danced around the altar, creating a spectacular and unforgettable sight.
Most people were happy until the end.
Of course, except for Tantric practitioners such as Wusa.
Because when the birds left, they did not forget to leave them some small gifts.
Yan Qing chuckled: "To be covered in shit is also a special favor from the Lord Beast God. King Wusafa is so lucky."
"Let's wait and see." Wu Sa wiped the dirt off his head with his sleeve, and the viciousness in his eyes was barely concealed.
I don't even want to pretend anymore.
Yan Qing's dimples deepened. If she didn't force the old bald man to take action, how could she create an opportunity for someone to be a hero and save the beauty?
At night, Qi Heng went back to the old house and asked for his resignation after returning.
She seemed not to notice anything was wrong with the man and only said a few symbolic words to try to persuade him to stay.
The perfunctory concern also made Qi Heng feel extremely warm.
During this month, Cheng Xu seemed to have invested some trust in her and would often take the initiative to approach her.
Of course, I only visit you late at night when no one is around.
After he blocked a wave of stabbing attacks for himself, Yan Qing looked at him and his eyes gradually softened.
"Your Highness and the Second Prince are fighting openly and secretly. It's only a matter of time before both of them get hurt." She moved closer to the man. "Your Highness, there's no need to worry about this."
Cheng Xu sniffed the plum fragrance that he could only smell when she approached, and the melancholy between his brows dissipated a little: "Now that my second brother is in a strong position, I am just worried..."
He stopped talking in time and asked, "Is Qingqing feeling better?"
"I was just a little frightened, nothing serious." Yan Qing looked at him with bright eyes, lowered her head to hide a trace of shame, "Thanks to your highness for saving me."
Cheng Xu stepped forward and held her hand: "Qingqing said that since you and I are one, there is no need to be estranged. You can just call me Qingyun."
"When I was ten years old, I envied my brothers who had names given to them by our father, so I chose one for myself."
After he finished speaking, he added, "No one else can know."
Yan Qing lowered his head, just in time for him to see his blushing face. He stammered and called out "Qingyun."
Cheng Xu gently embraced her in his arms, his actions were intimate but not abrupt.
A strange feeling of satisfaction surged into his heart, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms that wafted into his nose made his tense nerves relax a little.
Yan Qing shyly stepped back and said sternly: "The border country of Nanjiang has repeatedly invaded, and His Majesty is worried about this. Your Highness——"
Her words were interrupted by the man's eyes. The water in his eyes flickered and she bit her lower lip. "For Yu Qingyun, this may be an opportunity."
Cheng Xu's face lit up, but he quickly hid his true emotions and sighed, "Since I returned to the city from the disaster relief, His Majesty has been much colder to me, and my second brother is more respected instead."
He laughed at himself, "I am as good as anyone in literature and martial arts, but I have had a rough life and have never been favored. If I had the support of my mother's family, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
Like a frustrated scholar with talent but unable to display it, he was depressed and had a bitter smile on his face.
Yan Qing quickly spoke up: "A man of destiny always needs to go through some trials before he can grow into a strong man."
"You don't have to worry about me in the future."
She raised her little face, love flowing in her eyes and spring tides flowing in her eyes.
"It is my great fortune to meet Qingqing." Cheng Xu put his arms around her waist.
After the man left, she returned to her room and saw Tusan standing in the room.
"Qingmei!" The young man had taken off his mask, and his face returned to its original state, without the ugliness from taking the medicine.
He had prominent brow bones, eyes like cold stars, and his lips, which were neither thin nor thick, were tightly pursed.
Yan Qing tapped his lips with her fingertips: "Brother Tusang, it is not my intention to be hypocritical with him, but now is not the time to take action against him."
"When Cheng Xu goes to the border town, it will be the best time for us to take everything back." She said seriously.
Tusan nodded, a smile on his face: "I will listen to you, Qingmei."
The jealousy that just rose up in his heart still made his heart ache.
Yan Qing did not ignore the dark look that flashed across his fiery eyes when he looked at her.
He frowned as he returned to the inner room. Tusan, who had regained his memory, was not as easy to control as before.
If I can't fully control it, I'm afraid I'll have to give up this chess piece.
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