Chapter 151 You look so bad, are you feeling unwell?
In fact, Yun Qingshi had been avoiding this issue all along, but he didn't expect that it would end up at this point.
But he did not regret it. After all, if he had not taken action just now, it would have been Zhao Mingde who died.
He didn't want such a good person like Zhao Mingde to die.
He just couldn't bear the shock. It was too bloody and too cruel...
He knew very well that he was never a cruel person.
In fact, his action of killing the assassin just now was more driven by instinct, and he didn't even think about it. Of course, in the urgent situation just now, he had no time to think.
By the time he reacted, the assassin had already died under his sword.
call......
Now that things have come to this, there is no point in thinking too much.
The assassin worked for his master, and he had to kill the assassin to save the people around him, which was not wrong.
Yun Qingshi didn't want to think about it anymore, and quickly raised his eyes to continue watching the battle. However, the smell of blood was too strong. He tried to hold it back, but still couldn't help but retched on the spot: "Hit..."
Yun Qingshi:!
After retching, Yun Qingshi froze in place, and was very worried that others would notice something was wrong.
He wanted to wipe off the gradually cooling blood on his face, but he didn't want to dirty his clothes. For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma...
Just when Yun Qingshi was worried, someone pulled him back a step.
Yun Qingshi could guess who it was without even looking. It couldn't be anyone else except Xiao Jiwu.
Sure enough, the next moment, Prince Xiao's voice rang in his ears.
Xiao Jiwu: "Ying Shiyi, protect me closely. You are not allowed to run around."
Yun Qingshi nodded silently when he heard this, without refuting.
It would indeed be more appropriate for him to stay with Xiao Jiwu, so as to avoid being noticed and exposed.
Although he had thought a lot just now, in fact, only a few breaths had passed since he killed the assassin.
Zhao Mingde, who had escaped death, calmed down and expressed his gratitude to Yun Qingshi: "Thank you, Master Eleven! If it weren't for you, I would have died here today!"
Hearing this, Yun Qingshi responded almost reflexively: "You're welcome."
Then as soon as Yun Qingshi finished speaking, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, with a helpless look on his face.
What a crappy answer...
But he didn't say anything more because he was still struggling with whether to sacrifice one of his sleeves.
Soon, he raised his arm and tried, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.
There was a sound of fighting all around, and assassins fell one after another, but Yun Qingshi had already isolated himself from reality.
Perhaps he himself did not realize that he seemed a little slow at this moment.
When Zhao Mingde saw Yun Qingshi seemed to want to wipe his face with his sleeve but couldn't bring himself to do it, he immediately understood what was going on. He hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Yun Qingshi: "It's clean, I haven't used it before."
Hearing this, Yun Qingshi raised his trembling hand, quickly took the handkerchief and wiped it twice.
The cool and sticky touch finally disappeared. Yun Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief and then looked around.
In just a short while, the outcome of the battle gradually became clear.
In the end, the assassins showed signs of decline.
Ying Yi and his companions used hidden weapons to deal with many assassins.
The assassin no longer has any chance of succeeding, so he should retreat quickly like the previous group of bandits.
But this group of people were like fools. They were clearly doomed to fail, but they still rushed forward like moths to a flame, and then fell down miserably one by one.
Even though he knew he would die, he had no intention of retreating.
Then there are only two possibilities.
Either that or these people are well-trained assassins who will have no chance of survival if their mission fails.
Or, they hated Xiao Jiwu to the core and wanted to take revenge even if it meant death.
Yun Qingshi couldn't tell which guess was correct for the time being.
As the assassins continued to commit suicide, the enemy was soon reduced to only three or four people left.
Xiao Jiwu's sword remained unsheathed from beginning to end. He pulled Yun Qingshi to stand behind him and finally spoke again: "Leave him alive."
Yingyi quickly accepted the order: "Yes."
Shadow Three and Shadow Twelve also planned to capture the other two alive.
But before they could make a move, several assassins in the fight seemed to realize that the situation was not going well, and they took up their swords and committed suicide without hesitation, dying soon after.
Yun Qingshi turned his head subconsciously to avoid such a tragic situation.
At this point, the battle was declared over and none of the assassins survived.
Ying Yi frowned when he saw this, but he still went over and quickly pulled off the veils of those people. Ying San and Ying Twelve did the same thing.
Xiao Jiwu, standing in front of the carriage, took a quick glance and understood. He said, "No need to look any further. They are people from the Yu State, sneaking in to seek revenge."
The people of Yu looked different from them. He had fought on the border for many years and could recognize them at a glance without any mistake.
After hearing this, Yun Qingshi couldn't help but think that he was right.
National hatred and family feuds, no wonder it can reach such a point.
But when it comes to family and country, Xiao Jiwu is also right, it’s just that everyone stands on different standpoints.
Xiao Jiwu casually handed the sword to Yun Qingshi, then instructed the chief guard sent by the emperor not far away: "Deputy Commander Zhou, this matter is serious. Assassins from the Yu Kingdom have infiltrated the Qi Kingdom. When you return to the capital, please report this to your father."
The Vice Governor-General surnamed Zhou naturally agreed hastily: "Yes, upon returning to the capital, I will report this matter to Your Majesty as soon as possible."
Xiao Jiwu then gave Zhao Mingde another order: "Count the number of people, make some arrangements, and set off as soon as possible."
Zhao Mingde bowed and responded hastily, "Yes, I'll do it right away."
Hearing this, Xiao Jiwu finally looked at Yun Qingshi and spoke, his attitude obviously much gentler: "Ying Shiyi, help me get in the car."
Yun Qingshi no longer wanted to stand among the corpses on the ground. He nodded slightly and quickly helped Xiao Jiwu into the carriage, and then he followed him in.
After Xiao Jiwu got on the carriage, he sat down directly. When Yun Qingshi also got on, he pulled him to sit next to him. He then took out a handkerchief from the drawer, wet it with tea, and began to gently wipe the blood stains on the boy's cheek that had not been completely wiped off.
Yun Qingshi just sat there blankly and let Xiao Jiwu help him wipe his face clean.
After wiping the boy's face clean, Xiao Jiwu threw away the handkerchief and half-huggled Yun Qingshi in his arms. He gently stroked the boy's arm and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? You look so pale, are you feeling unwell?"
He then asked with a worried look on his face, "Did I hear you sound like you wanted to vomit?"
Yun Qingshi's face was really pale and he seemed a little dazed at this moment. He could feel that something was wrong with him.
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