Yuan Ying hurriedly bent down and carried her ancestor out, while Liu Sichen took care of him from behind.
In the corridor, calm returned again.
Zhang Yangqing was still leaning against the small coffin, with his head lowered to his chest, motionless, as if he had died.
Blood stained half of his body red.
There was a knife still held tightly in his hand.
It seemed like he was still filled with hatred.
Dongfang Qingfeng stepped in front of him and looked at him condescendingly. In the coffin behind him was a skeleton, which looked to be less than ten years old.
After watching for a while, he squatted down, stretched out two fingers and put them under his nose.
It really has no breath.
Just as he was about to take back his hand, Zhang Yangqing, who had his head lowered, suddenly felt as if he had been choked by something. His whole body moved and he coughed up blood.
The expression on Dongfang Qingfeng's face was obviously stagnant, but it returned to normal in just a moment.
He looked at him, stood up slowly, and held the handle of the knife behind his back.
The person sitting on the ground seemed to come to life after spitting out a mouthful of blood that was blocked in his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing in front of him.
He raised his head with blood on his face.
Seeing the person clearly, Zhang Yangqing smiled embarrassedly, struggled from the ground, and sat next to the coffin. His right shoulder was soaked in blood.
He was panting, and the feeling of death was truly terrifying.
"I didn't expect that I could still be alive..." He reached out and touched his neck.
The wounds there have disappeared.
Haha, Taiwu Quemen really has something.
After Dongfang Qingfeng observed it, he put his hands behind his back and said, "But you were out of breath just now."
His eyes looked him up and down again.
Zhang Yangqing put down the hand touching his neck, picked up the drum, and said nothing.
Seeing that he looked like he was dying, Dongfang Qingfeng's eyes were not sharp, but he still hated iron. He looked at Zhang Yangqing and said: "If I remember correctly, your real name is not Zhang Yangqing. You were once my One of the hundred generals under his command, Zhang Qing, right?"
Zhang Yangqing's hand holding the drum paused.
"Your pseudonym is Zhang Yangqing, do you think I can't recognize you?"
Zhang Yangqing's voice was hoarse, and he was silent for a moment before saying: "I didn't expect that you could still remember me. You have countless generals under your command. I, Zhang Qing, was just a small general under your command at that time. I have no virtue and no ability."
"What's more, now that I'm disfigured and have a broken arm, I'm so different from before. How did you recognize me?" he asked.
Dongfang Qingfeng said lightly: "Although I don't recognize your face, I recognize your sword."
He looked at the sword lying in a pool of blood: "The Hundred-Man General Shadowless Sword was famous in the army back then. If you had not been injured and retired early, I would have promoted you to deputy general."
"Haha." Zhang Yangqing raised his head and smiled after hearing this. If he had many ambitions before, but now with his face ruined, his family ruined, and his body mutilated, his heart has long been unmoved.
"Zhang Qing, how did you know her identity?" Zhang Yangqing asked about the resurrection of the ancestor of the Que family at the dinner table. Everything after that was premeditated.
There is only one explanation. From the very beginning when scar-faced Zhang Yangqing sat not far from them in the Fairy Temple, he already knew Que Qingyue's true identity.
Now seeing this coffin and Zhang Qing's hometown of Tonglu Village, it is not difficult to guess what he wants to do.
Zhang Qing raised his head and looked at the Black Dragon Killer Dongfang Qingfeng who had become famous all over the world in just three years.
Young and promising, a man chosen by heaven.
He still remembered that when he first met the general, he was only nineteen years old. Three years later, he was now nine feet tall, half a head taller than himself, with broad shoulders and long legs. The youthful and handsome look of the year had faded away. It is as solemn as a pine tree, with the grace of a dragon and a phoenix.
It was true that he was in his prime when he was young, and how miserable he was in his twilight years.
He moved his eyes away and looked at the cave dwelling and said: "The general may not know something. When I first joined the army, I was a scout. It was only because I was brave and careful and made outstanding achievements many times that I was promoted to captain. Otherwise, hundreds of people would How can it be the turn of civilians like me?"
"I didn't know who she was at first, but the person who was guarding her was you, General Shi, the famous guard of Nie Dingding. You are not only the guard history, but also the Ninth Prince of Nie... Let me ask you this Who in the world can invite you, Your Highness? Who can request the emperor's imperial edict? Her surname is Que, so it's not difficult to guess this kind of thing."
Zhang Qing stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth.
Dongfang Qingfeng knew that Zhang Qing was a talent. He had long been on his list of training elite soldiers. If nothing had happened back then, he would probably be in a different situation now.
"I don't have to kill you, but don't tell anyone about what happened today." Dongfang Qingfeng said.
"Also, if you have nowhere to go, go to Chaoge City and join the Tiancha Guard. They need a secret sentry to lurk there."
Zhang Qing chuckled and laughed at himself: "I even broke my arm, but you still won't let me go." He looked at the former peak leader: "What secret whistle do you want me to do?"
"Chaoge City still needs a blacksmith. I will give you a blacksmith shop. You don't need to fight and kill. You can do some logistics. You can stay in Chaoge City peacefully. Then you can find a good woman and start a family as soon as possible. Well, you are not young, so you must know that cutting one's neck is a cowardly act, not something a man would do, and now you are the only one left in the Tonglu Zhang family."
After saying that, Dongfang Qingfeng turned around.
"I've said it all, you can take care of yourself."
Zhang Qing covered his right arm, his face as white as paper. He asked behind the general: "...Why do you want to help me?"
Dongfang Qingfeng did not look back.
Only one sentence was left in the cellar: "You are my subordinate, my person, I will take care of you, why not?"
…
When Que Qingyue woke up.
Couldn't help coughing.
Turning to look to the side, she was lying on the bed.
Beneath her body is a dark sheet, and her body is covered with a thin blue quilt.
Her hands were on the quilt.
The other hand...
Is someone taking her pulse? She looked at the doctor sitting beside the bed.
I saw him shaking his head and saying: "Qi is the leader of blood, and blood is the mother of Qi. This young lady is deficient in blood and Qi! She needs to be nourished. Let me make a prescription..."
"Wake up! She's awake."
Yuan Ying scurried to the bedside and squeezed the doctor away: "Ancestor, you're finally awake! You've been sleeping for two days. Three doctors prescribed three doses of medicine, and they are all boiling on the stove..."
Que Qingyue was so shocked by her voice that her head hurt: "Keep your voice down, shout and scream." She looked around, "Where is this?"
"We are at the inn, the Huichao Inn in Sifang Town."
"Inn?" Que Qingyue remembered that she was in Tonglu.
"After you vomited blood, you fell into a coma, which made us anxious. As soon as it was dawn, we went straight to Sifang Town and found this Homecoming Inn. You have been sleeping for two days..."
"Okay, don't repeat yourself. I got it." Que Qingyue moved and was about to get up. Yuan Ying quickly bent forward and helped her sit up, placing a soft pillow behind her.
After vomiting blood, it was really weak!
Que Qingyue obviously felt weak all over her body and her hands were as heavy as gold.
Her nearly nine thousand merits in the sea of consciousness were almost emptied. Where is the bright moon in the sky? It was simply a gold-eating beast.
Calling it a gold-swallowing beast, it flashed twice in the sea of consciousness, as if it thought she was praising it, and Que Qingyue hated it to death.
Gold is easy to save, but merit is hard to save.
What cannot be seen is always more difficult to obtain than what can be seen.
But what Que Qingyue didn't expect was that although she lost 8,080 merits, after rescuing Zhang Yangqing, she would gain back 9,330 merits within two days.
Not only was nothing lost, but five hundred more were gained.
After vomiting blood, I didn't know whether it was a profit or a loss, but it turned out to be a draw.
However, anyone who sees her now can see that she looks like she is recovering from a serious illness.
It’s really imaginary!
After sitting up, she looked weakly at the layout of the room. It was indeed an inn.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle with a tea and fruit plate on it, a chair next to the bed, and four wooden lamp stands standing in four directions.
Several of them were there, including the old man, who was also twirling his beard and looking at her.
She was originally a frail beauty, but she became a bit more stubborn when she woke up.
She said: "I'm much better, Yuan Ying, you can send the doctor back."
Que Qingyue's voice was breathy when she spoke, but her words were final.
She knew her situation, and it happened every time she turned the moon disk. There were nine wheels in the moon disk, and she could only turn the first two wheels now.
The first round of prophet, the second round of rebirth, the first round of the moon disk, she will only feel uncomfortable for two or three days, the second round of rotation will cause vomiting blood, even if you see the doctor, you can't see anything, they all prescribe some qi supplements for weak blood. medicine.
"I'll do it." Liu Sichen, who was standing by the bed, stretched out his hand: "Hospitalist, please come this way." He first followed the doctor to get the prescription, and thoughtfully sent the older doctor downstairs.
"Ancestor, I've been preparing ginseng soup, it's still hot." Yuan Ying knew that Que Qingyue had lost a lot of energy and blood this time, and every doctor who came to see her said so.
Therefore, it is because of her weak Qi and blood that she sits and does not like to move every day. If there is a place to sit, she will never stand.
Since leaving home, Yuan Ying has always kept a ginseng tree in her box just for her to use in soup. It is a century old and very nourishing.
Yuan Ying took the bowl from the Eight Immortals table. In the bowl was ginseng, red dates, peanuts, and wolfberry, all of which were nourishing.
The soup is golden yellow, and although it smells like medicine, it tastes sweet.
She took two steps to sit beside Que Qingyue's bed, tested the temperature of the soup, and then scooped a spoonful of ginseng soup and fed it to Que Qingyue.
Dongfang Qingfeng was leaning on the tall cabinet to the east of the bed, watching Yuan Ying feed her.
Drinking soup and being fed...
This made Que Qingyue uncomfortable, as if she couldn't take care of herself.
"Give it to me." It was too slow, and she reached out to take the bowl.
As a result, my hand touched the bowl, let alone holding the bowl, and I couldn't even hold the spoon steadily.
"Stop being brave," Yuan Ying said.
"I lay down for two days and vomited blood again. Now I haven't eaten for two days. How can I have any strength? It's good if I don't faint from hunger."
Que Qingyue sighed, that's it, she could only put her hands back on the quilt.
Yuan Ying stretched out the spoon, and she lowered her head and took a sip.
Just after feeding him two spoonfuls, the waiter downstairs stretched his neck and shouted: "You're in Room No. 6, the medicine boiling on your stove is about to burn! If you don't watch, the medicine stove is going to explode."
"Room No. 6!" Yuan Ying suddenly stood up, startling Que Qingyue.
"It's broken! The medicine! That's right, I forgot the medicine I cooked." After saying that, he put the bowl on the four-legged cabinet beside the bed.
"...Wait for me, I'll be right back." After saying that, she rushed downstairs.
Que Qingyue looked at her back and couldn't help but scolded: "This silly girl makes three mistakes every day."
She lowered her head and saw that she had already changed her clothes and was wearing a dark blue singlet.
I didn’t even mention giving her a coat...
She looked up and saw Dongfang Qingfeng, who was leaning in front of the cabinet, walking over with long legs.
After looking at her current appearance, he paused and sat down beside the six-foot-wide wooden bed.
She had been lying there for about two days, and the inn bed had a little bit of her body temperature on it, and there was a nice fragrance in the bed, which smelled as soft as flowers, fresh and sweet.
"Why are you vomiting blood?" He sat on the bed and looked back at her, asking calmly.
Seeing him asking, Que Qingyue looked away, "How do I know this? Ask the doctor."
In a blink of an eye, she looked at him again and said, "Perhaps she was frightened by Zhang Yangqing, who is so good-looking that he wants money over his life."
Dongfang Qingfeng looked at her calmly, "Okay."
He reached out, took out a rattle from his sleeve, and handed it to Que Qingyue.
"This is what Zhang Yangqing asked me to give to you. He said he would never thank you for his kindness. If anything happens to you in the future, he would be willing to sacrifice his life and die for you."
Que Qingyue saw the old little drum in his hand and the flower-shaped smiling face on the pendant under the drum, which had faded.
She smiled with her pale lips and stretched out her hand to take it: "This man is really interesting. He gave me my sister's relics and even sacrificed his life. Ha, how many lives does he have? Is it enough for him to use it like this?"
I saw her lowering her head to play with the drum.
Dongfang Qingfeng casually took the bowl Yuan Ying placed beside the cabinet and held it in his hand.
He took the spoon very naturally and took a spoonful of ginseng soup, "Let's drink the soup."
Then, like Moto Sakura, bring the spoon to her mouth.
Que Qingyue looked at the spoon in front of her.
"What are you..."
"It will get cold if you don't drink it."
Que Qingyue glanced at him, now that it had been handed to her.
She hesitated, touched the spoon with her lips, and took a sip.
She has thin shoulders and long hair hanging behind her back. When she lowers her head to drink soup, the hair on her back forms a soft arc with her shoulders.
The soft forehead hair even covered the upper half of her face, leaving only the delicate lower side of her face.
But even so, the palm-sized and delicate oval face can withstand observation from any angle, whether looking from the front, looking down, from the side, or looking up. Even if it seems that there is no trace of blood on the lips of the face now, when the facial features are contoured enough.
Even haggardness is another kind of beauty.
"Cough!" Que Qingyue choked.
Dongfang Qingfeng put the spoon back into the bowl and looked at the pale and delicate ancestor of the Que family in front of him.
It seemed that this time, he was seriously injured. Even his lips were bloodless, and he looked very weak as he had just recovered from a serious illness.
He no longer had the arrogance that he had before, and no one took him seriously.
It’s really not something I’m used to.
He patiently lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
Que Qingyue looked down at the quilt weakly.
Seeing him asking, she raised her eyes and said in a breathy voice: "You and Yuan Ying... the soup dripped on the quilt, why don't you find something to cushion it on?"
Dongfang Qingfeng:......
After hearing this, he looked at her and pulled a piece of cloth from the cabinet next to him with a cold and handsome face.
Take back what you just said, this ancestor of the Que family is really unreasonable.
