C47

Someone like Shan Liancheng, who was arrogant and conceited, was most skilled at pretending to be knowledgeable, and would definitely not know how to write the word "teach". It would be difficult for him to ask about it today, so it could be seen that he was truly curious.

Suddenly, a loud laughter came from the carriage. In this quiet night, it was devilish to the point of being horrifying. Even Ge Feng and Yun Chong who were riding on their horses to the left and right were momentarily stunned.

Yun Qixi held onto her painful laughing stomach, seeing that the face in front of him had turned darker and darker, she kept her words, and did not keep up any suspense. Just like a female rogue, he leaned forward and slowly approached him.

Shan Liancheng stared at her face as he grew bigger in front of his eyes. But Yun Qixi could clearly feel the muscles on his face suddenly tensing up, and his breathing, which had been cut off in an instant.

In the carriage, the only thing that could be seen was her pair of intelligent and cunning eyes blinking once, clearly and brightly. Suddenly, she waved her finger in front of his eyes.

Her hands were not as tender and slippery as those of a young lady who had nothing to do with the world all day, because the tomb robbing was a manual labor, with thin calluses on her fingers and stomach. Although it was a bit rough, at least it could be seen that there was no wound at all.

After finishing her presentation, she withdrew her hand and leisurely leaned her back against the wall of the carriage, giving off a mysterious smile.

"As your mufei said, a woman's hand is very important. Besides, how could I be so stupid as to cut my own finger with a knife? I merely borrowed Miss Yun's blood. "

In truth, even if she did not give the final explanation, Shan Liancheng had already understood. However, looking at his expression, he did not think that her methods were clever, he slightly raised his chin and said: "What if she is not National Duke's daughter? Who are you asking for blood? "

Yun Qixi had never considered this kind of hypothetical problem before. She lazily leaned back, crossed her legs, and kicked her embroidered shoes.

"Do you really think I didn't think of that possibility? "What a joke, I have always done things without any mistakes, how could I possibly fight an unprepared war?" She pointed outside the car and lowered her voice, "Don't you still have my brother? Do you think that I, a young Divine Doctor, would be a waste of my time? I have my ways, of course. How should he put it? It's your honor to hire me as your imperial physician in the army. No matter how much silver you pay, it's all because you earn it. "

Shan Liancheng looked at her disapprovingly and snorted, "You think you can do it?"

Yun Qixi was not angry, she suddenly thought about something, and the finger that was touching her knee suddenly stopped.

"What do you mean, your mufei? Embroidery? How empty and boring was harem life? One must know that embroidery needles aren't good for anything. If she comes to me again, can I refuse? What are the few girls who know how to embroider flowers? Why did you have to find me? "

The corner of Shan Liancheng's mouth twitched, he was actually a little gloating, "Aren't you smart? Weren't they always foolproof? "I believe it won't be too hard for you to deal with such a small matter."

Damn, to be able to get her to use a tooth for a tooth so quickly, how much money did it cost to teach her?

Just like that, they wrangled their way to the door of the Residence of State Duke.

Before she got off the carriage, Yun Qixi suddenly remembered something. She sat back down and laughed, "Prince Jin, based on the current situation, I can take back my silver from you."

However, Shan Liancheng disapproved, "It's not even a month, so there's still no fixed outcome."

However, Yun Qixi was very confident, "Just watch, I'll definitely get my silver back."

Jumping off the horse carriage, Yun Chong thanked Shan Liancheng. After they saw his horse carriage leave, Yun Qixi was preparing to knock on the door when he was suddenly grabbed by the arm.

"Wait a moment."

Yun Qixi turned his head in shock, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yun Chong stared at her for a while before pulling her back to the horse expressionlessly.

"We're not going back yet."

Yun Qixi noticed that Yun Chong was acting strange. At the same time, she smelt a faint smell of alcohol, stared at Yun Chong's crimson eyes that were filled with drunkenness, and asked without batting an eyelid, "Where are you going?"

"We'll know when we get there." Yun Chong carried her onto the horse, and then he straddled behind her and with a command, the horse started to gallop.

The horse was running faster and faster. He tightly held onto the rope with his hand. The veins in his hand were bulging. It was obvious that he had used a lot of strength.

Yun Qixi's heart began to feel more and more uneasy. The current Yun Chong was different from him at any time, as if she was hiding something, and was about to explode.

The wind was blowing fast. Even though it was summer, the wind still gave people goosebumps.

A series of wine jugs hung from the saddle clanged against each other as they bumped.

When they were approaching the city gate, Yun Chong shouted loudly: "Open the gate!" The city gate guards were all Yun Chong's subordinates, the moment they saw him, they quickly opened the heavy city gate.

When the horse reached the city gate, it did not slow down for even a moment before charging straight out.

It wasn't that Yun Qixi didn't know how to ride, but she had never ridden a horse at such a speed before. Her butt was being grinded by the hard back of the horse, and her face was getting numb from the blow. If not for Yun Chong's wide body protecting her from the horse, she thought that she would have been blown off the horse.

Yun Chong seemed to have gone crazy, as if some kind of emotion couldn't find a way to break through, and was venting it out in an extremely quick manner.

Glancing at the hazy moon in the sky, Yun Qixi had the misconception that even the moon couldn't keep up with their speed.

"Brother …" She had just opened her mouth when a cold wind blew into her mouth, almost causing her to lose her breath. Thus, she shut her mouth tightly, not daring to open her mouth again.

In the quiet night, the only sounds that could be heard were the clatter of the horses' hooves, the sound of the wind, and the clinking of the wine pot.

The horse was originally running on the wide road. After running for about two hours, it suddenly turned at a fork in the road at the foot of the mountain and ran towards a small mountain path.

The road was not as wide as the official road, so the horse slowed down. Yun Chong also seemed to be tired, and his hands relaxed. He changed from sprinting to jogging, and finally to jogging.

"Qixi, do you still remember?"

This was the first thing Yun Chong said after they had traveled for such a long distance. His voice sounded inexplicably sad, as if he was preparing to tell a very sad and beautiful story.

"What?" The thing that Yun Qixi didn't want to hear the most right now was someone asking her, does she still remember?

The horse walked slowly through the forest. The moonlight cast mottled shadows in the trees, and the breeze rustled and rustled.

As she walked, she became more and more familiar with the environment. When the horse finally stopped in an open area, she was startled by what she saw.

This was actually the Miss Er's tomb!

"Since young, you've never dared to ride a horse. Even though I've repeatedly promised to protect you, you still don't dare." Yun Chong continued with the previous sentence.

Yun Qixi's heart thumped once, and when she thought of Yun Chong's abnormal actions today, the unsettled feeling in her heart grew even stronger.

"I didn't dare it in the past, but I dare it now, because the Yun Qixi of the past has never died." Because her back was facing Yun Chong, she could not see his expression, but she could hear his deep breathing. She could also smell the faint smell of the alcohol on his breath.

Yun Chong threw away the rigid rope and got down from the horse, helping Yun Qixi to get down. He didn't look at her, but looked gloomily in the direction of the tombstone and said, "The reason why I didn't eat mung bean cake in the past seventy to seventy years wasn't because I didn't like it, but because I'm allergic to mung beans. After eating it, a rash will grow on my body."

Speaking till here, Yun Qixi did not understand, and that was deceiving herself.

Yun Chong was not suspecting anything now, he was certain that she was not Yun Qixi. No wonder on the second day after she ate green bean cake, he asked Qiao Er if she was feeling uncomfortable. In other words, from that day onwards, he knew that she was fake.

But why didn't he expose her this entire time and bring her to Miss Er's grave today in the middle of the night? Did something happen to him today?

Yun Chong untied the wine jug on the horse's back and sat down in front of the tombstone.

With a "Tong" sound, the cork on the wine pot was pulled out. He raised his head and drank the wine. The wine dripped down his well-defined chin, and as he swallowed, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

Pot after pot, each empty wine pot was thrown onto the ground. When he pulled out the last wine pot and drank a mouthful, he finally looked at Yun Qixi and discovered that she was still standing beside the horse.

"Why didn't you leave?" His voice was hoarse.

That's right, she knew her identity had been exposed, so why didn't she leave? That half of the silver should at least last for a month, right? Didn't she boast a lot in front of someone before?

Yun Chong stood up, holding onto his wine jug, he walked towards her.

With every step he took, Yun Qixi's nerves tensed up. He walked in front of her and supported her hand on the horse over her shoulder. Yun Qixi was completely surrounded by his majestic body.

They all had walls and trees, so she probably opened up a new path for Ma Dong.

Yun Chong lowered his head, he was very close to her, and the smell of the alcohol on his breath was very strong. His gaze fell on her face, as if he were looking at her, but also as if he were not looking at her. Her gloomy eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist; it was misty and sad.

"Seventh Festival …" He called out in a low voice, this hoarse voice that seemed to contain a lot of emotions. His Adam's apple rolled a little, and he seemed to be unable to continue.