◇ Chapter 47 The Jade Pendant Symbolizing the Owner’s Identity
Both of them remained motionless and showed no unusual expression.
An Qin was already thinking: How can he get the token in the center of the lake and meet the owner of the manor without arousing Shen Yanheng's suspicion?
——Although Chen Yanheng knew that he was an assassin from Fengyue Villa, he seemed to be unaware of the gilded jade token of Fengyue Villa.
An Qin was used to being an assassin. Even though he now had some complicated feelings for Shen Yanheng that went beyond friendship and brotherhood, and did not want to kill Shen Yanheng, he would never give anyone any evidence about himself, let alone mention Fengyue Villa on his own initiative.
On the other hand, Chen Yanheng was thinking calmly: I have to get this token and see who the "master" this woman is talking about is.
The little boy's place was already crowded, and he was shouting in panic, "Everyone come one by one, don't be in a hurry."
An Qin stood still, lost in thought. Chen Yanheng took one look and realized that he didn't need to find any inconspicuous excuses like An Qin did. He just said, "Do you want it? Say something nice, and I'll take it for you."
The benefits of being shameless on weekdays were now apparent. Even though Chen Yanheng suddenly said this, An Qin did not suspect anything.
Under the temptation of meeting the owner of the manor, all these seemed to become insignificant. An Qin grabbed Shen Yanheng's sleeve, and the words came to his lips. He opened his mouth, but still felt a little ashamed, so he swallowed them back.
Chen Yanheng looked at him with a smile.
An Qin clenched his fists and quickly glanced around. This time, everyone was watching the excitement of this strange competition, and finally no one was paying attention to the two grown men. He opened his mouth again, suddenly looked up, grabbed Shen Yanheng's collar, and kissed him on the lips.
An Qin said vaguely: "...Yeah."
Chen Yanheng didn't hear what he wanted to hear, but he received something unexpected. He happily accepted An Qin's coquettishness and pulled him into the crowd.
Two ingots of silver were handed to the child in exchange for two ribbons tied around his wrists.
Servants in uniform led the two men into a small boat and asked them to wait for a while in their respective boats.
Anyone who knew about Fengyue Villa was either rich or noble. Although there were many people surrounding the little boy, in the end, only fifty or sixty people actually paid money to enter.
But this is not a small number. Fifty or sixty small boats are lined up in a row, and each boat has a lantern lit. The scene is very shocking.
The rules are very simple. You are not allowed to use hidden weapons to hurt each other, but you can fight. At the beginning, two people can row a small boat to the boat in the middle of the lake. Of course, those with good martial arts skills can also step on the row of boats connecting the pleasure boats and fly directly to the center of the lake. Those who can swim can naturally swim over. In short, the first one to get the token is the winner.
An Qin was confident of victory. There was no assassin with better Qinggong skills than him in Fengyue Villa, and there were even fewer in the imperial city.
The charming woman turned around and struck the gongs and drums, and several small boats were launched out like bows. The boat where An Qin and Shen Yanheng were on was knocked unstable and drifted a few steps into the lake.
An Qin turned around and told Shen Yanheng, "Wait for me here!" He flew up and kicked the small boat under him to the shore, then stepped on the roof of the black-sailed boat in front of him and moved forward as light as a swallow.
In a few breaths, someone had approached the center of the lake, and the lake surface was turbulent. Several small boats collided, and the people inside fell into the water, splashing huge water.
The spectators on the shore were enthusiastic and applauded. The person who fell into the water could only consider himself unlucky and swim over without stopping, praying that the people in front of him would start a fierce fight so that he could reap the benefits.
"Bang!"
Chen Yanheng's boat was suddenly hit by a small boat that was kicked back by someone in a fight. The boat swayed from side to side and actually swam towards the center of the lake.
Chen Yanheng suddenly felt something was wrong, but it was too late. Three sharp swords instantly pierced through the bottom of the black-sailed boat. The sword blades turned, a cold light flashed, and the small boat broke apart from the bottom.
Chen Yanheng endured the pain in his shoulder and jumped onto another boat, but he never expected that there was a man in black hiding in that boat. He suddenly emerged from the black sail and dragged him into the water.
An Qin had already boarded the boat in the middle of the lake. He kicked away the competitor who came up with him and went into the boat to get the token. Suddenly, he met a pair of sinister eyes.
An assassin in night clothes huddled under a small black tent, his sword flashing coldly as he stabbed at An Qin.
The assassins of Fengyue Villa are not famous for nothing, not to mention that An Qin is the most outstanding assassin in Fengyue Villa.
An Qin dodged easily and snatched the blade from the assassin's hand. Just as he was about to capture the assassin alive, he heard the sound of Shen Yanheng falling into the water behind him.
The assassin in front of him smiled cruelly at him and jumped into the water.
The nightgown blended into the black lake surface at night. An Qin thought he was in trouble. Looking back, he saw a rabbit lantern gradually floating with the waves. An Qin did not care about the assassin's escape. He walked a few steps to the wreckage of the ship and dived in.
Thanks to the lanterns floating on the lake, he could barely see his surroundings clearly. An Qin held his breath and endured the discomfort of opening his eyes in the lake. He looked around. Thanks to Shen Yanheng's conspicuous white clothes, he immediately saw a white shadow struggling not far away.
An Qin swam over.
The assassin suddenly appeared on the lake, and there was panic for a while. People jumped into the lake one after another, but failed to attract the attention of these frightened people.
When An Qin swam closer, he found that the assassins were fighting each other.
An Qin saw a familiar figure holding Shen Yanheng, who had turned into a white ball in the water.
When Ying Shijiu saw An Qin coming, he no longer cared about his master's identity and disguise. He threw Shen Yanheng over and surrounded the assassins with another secret guard, engaging in a melee.
Chen Yanheng looked like he was about to die, with blood constantly flowing from his shoulder. Where his body swam, light red blood floated in the water like silk.
An Qin didn't hesitate and grabbed Shen Yanheng and pulled him towards the lake.
“Crash!”
An Qin pulled Shen Yanheng out of the water.
An Qin, the assassin who only knew how to kill and had no idea how to save people, recalled the scene of saving a drowning person he had seen before. He laid Shen Yanheng flat and pressed hard on his chest several times.
The man was still unconscious, but the water beneath him became even redder and the smell of blood became stronger.
An Qin panicked for a moment and pressed the button again in a panic. Then he recalled a few scenes intermittently. He quickly followed the scenes, pinching Shen Yanheng's nose with one hand and pulling open Shen Yanheng's lips with the other hand, holding his breath and leaning over to pass it to the man.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Chen Yanheng choked on a mouthful of water, his tightly closed eyes opened drowsily, his lips were pale and bloodless.
An Qin blew a few more breaths into Shen Yanheng's mouth, alternating between pressing his chest and abdomen, and Shen Yanheng finally spit out all the air he had choked into his stomach.
But after pressing hard, there was more blood behind him.
There was no trace of blood on Chen Yanheng's face, and the corners of his lips that were usually raised no longer had the same curve as before. He squinted his eyes, and the next moment, he tilted his head and fainted.
An Qin's heart skipped a beat. He checked his breath and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still breathing.
An Qin glanced at the lake. He thought Ying Shijiu would probably be fighting with the assassins for a while longer, so he picked up the wet Chen Yanheng and ran towards the Taifu Mansion.
What Chen Yanheng urgently needs now is bandaging. He knows how to bandage and there is no need to find a doctor.
Besides, it would take an incense stick to get there. It would be better to go back to the Taifu Mansion directly. The Taifu Mansion is heavily guarded. Ying Shijiu just subconsciously treated him as a companion and threw Chen Yanheng to him. By the time he got rid of those assassins and realized what was happening, it would be terrible.
An Qin walked into the Taifu Mansion without stopping, holding a man who was much taller than himself. He was so fast that even the guards couldn't see who he was holding in his arms. He went straight to the bedroom.
As soon as he entered the room, he carefully placed the soaked Shen Yanheng on the bed.
Then he familiarly took out a bottle of medicine and a pair of scissors from the secret compartment, sat down at the head of the bed, and cut open the clothes on Shen Yanheng's wound.
The skull on his shoulder was still oozing light blood, and even the scabbed scar on his back had cracked a little. An Qin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and unconsciously held his breath. He carefully wiped the water from the edge of the wound, then sprinkled it with clean powder, applied ointment, and then covered it with a felt gauze.
After everything was settled, the unconscious man's lips finally regained some color. His brows, which had always been relaxed in front of him, were slightly furrowed. A groan of pain escaped from between his lips and teeth, mixed with a few "cold" sounds.
cold?
An Qin suddenly realized that Shen Yanheng was still wet all over!
He was already injured and he soaked in water. I'm afraid his fever will flare up.
He touched Shen Yanheng's forehead and found it was indeed a little hot. He quickly searched for a clean piece of clothing and continued to use scissors to cut open a large piece of pale pink tattered clothing on Shen Yanheng's body that was stained with blood. After wiping his body dry, he carefully put the long gown on him and covered him with a quilt.
Placing wet clothes on the bed would wet the dry bedding. Chen Yanheng had a whole closet full of white clothes, so An Qin didn't care about this piece of clothing made of precious material and threw it on the ground.
“Ding-dong—”
The wet and heavy clothes were thrown to the ground with a dull thud, followed by a crisp sound.
An Qin didn't care much about it. After all, Chen Yanheng had a lot of stuff hanging around his waist when he went out, and the Grand Tutor was not short of money. Even if the jade pendant was broken, it was not as important as his life at the moment.
An Qin stared intently to check Chen Yanheng's breath - it was still there. The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He planned to change his wet clothes and ask the housekeeper to get some medicine for cold and fever. As soon as he turned around, he stepped on something hard.
He moved his feet and looked down. It was a crystal clear jade pendant.
It is round and as thick as a mooncake, without any flaws or impurities in the whole body. It is priceless. There is no other piece of jade as thick and flawless as this in the whole of Daliang.
The jade pendant is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns and the word "moon" is written in the middle.
An Qin felt that it looked familiar, so he bent down and picked up the jade pendant. It felt slightly warm in his hand, and it turned out to be a rare piece of warm jade.
He turned the jade pendant over and was surprised to see that on the back where the word "moon" was engraved, there was a complex pattern carved in relief. It was exactly the same as the pattern on the gilded jade plaque of the charming woman by the lake in the evening, and it was composed of the four characters "Fengyue Villa".
A jade pendant that symbolizes the owner's identity.
This is something that everyone who enters Fengyue Villa must remember.
An Qin stood there in a daze, and the blood in his body suddenly froze.
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