Chapter 414 Tyrant
Yan Lang was hanging by his feet with a rope, looking down at Yun Chen.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s been hanging for too long or because he feels embarrassed, but Yanlang’s face is flushed and looks particularly strange.
"I'll give you two taels of silver if you let me down," he said.
Yun Chen laughed evilly and said, "I'll give you twenty taels, but you first tell me how you got yourself into this state."
Yan Lang remained silent. The other upside-down "ghosts" all looked at one of the "ghosts" and said unhappily:
"It's all this guy's fault! He said he was going to set a trap to catch deer, but ended up trapping us!"
Now it's clear.
There was never any ghost. It was just that Yan Lang and his silly and cute guards fell into their own trap and were hung up, and the rope happened to be blocked by thick fog and branches.
In addition, they were all upside down with disheveled hair, which made people mistake them for ghosts.
The soldiers behind Yun Chen all breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly put the guards down.
Only Yan Lang was left hanging. Yun Chen gently poked him with the hilt of his sword, and he immediately spun around with a "squeak-squeak" sound.
It looks very small, like a small fish bait.
Everyone was amused.
Yan Lang gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words:
"Yun Chen, can you be a human being?"
Amidst everyone's laughter, Yun Chen untied Yan Lang.
He slapped his clothes angrily, glared at Yun Chen, and then froze for a moment.
The pretty face in front of me is still the size of a palm, with a pair of eyes that are clearer and more lively than spring water.
But her complexion was extremely bad, and the reflection areas of all her internal organs on her face were gray.
This is the sign of illness that only doctors can see.
In the eyes of others, Yun Chen was full of energy and radiant, just a little tired.
But in Yan Lang's eyes, she was like a piece of broken jade wrapped in bright brocade, almost completely bruised and wounded inside.
If he had come a few months later, she would have developed an incurable disease and would not have lived past the age of thirty. Even if Bian Que were alive, he would have been powerless to save her.
He stared at her nose and whispered something.
Everyone laughed.
Only Yun Chen looked confused at first, but then when she saw others laughing, she also started to laugh foolishly. But it was obvious that she was just agreeing and had no idea what Yan Lang said.
Seeing that, Yan Lang felt very upset.
He didn't show it on his face, but his expression grew colder.
"Boss, this young master said, 'Give us two hundred taels each, and don't let anything about what happened today get out, okay?' Hahahaha..." a soldier said in a high voice.
Yun Chen finally understood and agreed without hesitation. Smiling, he pushed Yan Lang out of the woods and said he wanted to be the host and welcome him.
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Half an hour later, in Taichuan City, the closest city to this place, a full table was set up in the largest tavern.
As expected by Yanlang, the table was filled with milk, sweet biscuits, eight-treasure cakes, and stuffed fruits... a whole table full of food for children.
Yun Chen enthusiastically helped Yan Lang pick up some food, and called the waiter over, pointing to where Yan Lang was sitting and said:
"Waiter, this stool is too low. It's inconvenient for him to pick up the food. Do you have a high stool?"
Like Guying City, Taichuan is also a border city. Most of the people there know Yun Chen. In addition, Yun Chen often brings soldiers to the tavern to eat, so the waiter is very familiar with Yun Chen.
He looked at Yan Lang and said with a smile:
"General Yun, did you mean 'high chair'? Yes, I have it, right here!"
With Yanlang's face as gloomy as pig liver, the waiter brought a chair that was much higher than an ordinary stool, and it was surrounded by a circle of pink floral cloth.
Seeing that Yan Lang didn't move, but just sat there with his arms folded and a long look on his face, Yun Chen simply took action himself, grabbed his elbows on both sides, lifted him up, and placed him on the children's dining chair.
Yun Chen moved too quickly, and Yan Lang had no time to react before he was forced to sit on the chair.
He glared at Yun Chen, who grinned at him and gave him another large portion of fish-surimi tofu with his chopsticks.
"Eat more fish and grow taller."
Yan Lang's eyebrows twitched twice, and he bit his cheek: "I have soul separation syndrome! It won't last long! Thank you!"
"I forgot, I forgot." Yun Chen smiled apologetically, but Yan Lang could see that her apology was very perfunctory. Just like before, she did not take his disease, which everyone was afraid of, seriously at all.
He shook his head helplessly and started eating the fish paste tofu.
Yun Chen asked again, "Why are you here in Nan Country? Although this place borders Dongyan, it's at least hundreds of miles away. What are you doing here?"
Yan Lang held the bowl on the table, scooped up some tofu with a small spoon, and put it into his mouth. Without even looking up, he answered:
"Looking for medicine."
This answer was not unexpected for Yun Chen. Yan Lang was not short of money and had no official duties. His only hobby was studying medicine, treating himself, and looking for some strange medicinal ingredients everywhere.
She was curious: "What kind of medicinal ingredient are you looking for this time that you have come all the way to Nan Country?"
"Deer vernix." Yan Lang still answered briefly.
She recalled how Yan Lang and several guards had been hung upside down, saying they had set a trap to catch deer. She said:
"Luckily I arrived at the right time, otherwise I would have kept you hanging for three days and three nights. With your small body, you would have fainted on the first day."
Yan Lang rolled his eyes at her and didn't take up the heartbreaking topic. Instead, he asked:
"What's wrong with your ears?"
She replied nonchalantly, "In war, you're bound to get hurt. It's normal."
Yan Lang didn't say anything, staring at the dark center of her nose. That was a sign that her ear was severely injured and difficult to heal. The eardrum must have been pierced, and even the eardrum and cartilage on one side were completely broken.
Even if he took action, it would be impossible to cure her completely.
He fell into deep thought, his eyes dark and gloomy, looking a little scary.
"In ten days, you can get 60% better." Yan Lang said.
Yun Chen was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about treating her ears, and he almost jumped up with joy:
"Enough, enough! Sixty percent is enough!"
Just like in the past, when people told her she wouldn't live past 30, she said that was enough; now when people told her her ears could only be 60% healed, she also felt that was enough.
She is always like this. She seems to be particularly easy to forget the grievances she has suffered and feels satisfied with just a little bit of it. Why?
Yanlang could never understand this.
Soon, a table full of dishes was eaten and it was dark.
Yun Chen said, "Go to bed early, otherwise it will delay your growth," but once he started talking, he talked endlessly.
"I heard that your Dongyan isn't peaceful either. There have been civil wars in recent years, with the princes fighting for the throne. It only quieted down a few months ago, when the new emperor finally settled the conflict and ascended the throne."
"Well, including me, there were twenty-seven princes, and he killed twenty-one. He ascended the throne on April 25th, the day you worshipped General Hu Wei."
"Good fellow... so cruel... What's your new emperor's name? Is he on good terms with you? Will he not hurt you?"
"Yan Xing. He's my younger brother."
"That's good, that's good!"
Yun Chen repeatedly lamented that the struggles within the royal family were brutal, with compatriots and brothers being killed at will. That Yan Xing, a man she didn't know, was so cruel and ruthless that it was appalling.
Worried that she might say too much and scare Yan Lang, she comforted him:
"It's okay. Look at you, you're still able to come out with guards to look for medicine. It shows that the new emperor has no fear of you. As the saying goes, 'blessings often hide misfortunes, and misfortunes often hide blessings.' Look, the Soul Separation Syndrome has saved your life. Otherwise, with your clever little brain, medical skills, and beautiful looks, you would probably be in trouble!"
"Thank you so much, I feel comforted!" Yan Lang said sarcastically, then his mind moved slightly, and he looked at Yun Chen with a smile and said:
"Yan Xing is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals and will never give up until he achieves them. He has a woman he loves, and now that the situation has settled and the throne is becoming more secure, he will probably go to great lengths to get her."
Yun Chen's eyes widened as he sympathetically said, "How horrible! I wonder which girl is so unlucky to be favored by such a tyrant."
Yan Lang laughed again, his tone even more playful: "That's what I mean. And that woman has a lover. They are in love and have already been engaged. All that's missing is the wedding."
"Tsk tsk..." Yun Chen felt worried for the "girl he had never met before". "What should we do? Is the tyrant going to steal her bride?"
"I don't know. Whether it's conspiracy or coercion, or bribery, as long as he can get that woman, he will do it at any cost."
"What a poor girl, alas!" Yun Chen sighed heavily.
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