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That night, Yan Qingning realized that he had reached a secret corner.

Not long after, a man wrapped up tightly appeared in front of him.

"Take me to Marshal Jiang. I have obtained the strategic distribution map of the tunnels from Qin Zhuo'an." Yan Qingning covered his lips with one hand to block the blood. His thin body looked like it could be blown over by a gust of wind.

The man glanced at him and said in a specially processed voice that he couldn't tell who he was: "Let's go."

Jiang Qi had many secret passages into Qin Zhuo'an, so when the man took him away, he could naturally successfully avoid all the guards.

Yan Qingning walked slowly, basically being pushed and dragged along the way. His broken left hand had not had time to fully recover, and the severe pain kept tearing at his nerves. He could only drag his left hand with his right hand to barely move. Some relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't his right hand that was broken...

He can also pick up a pen, and he can also write down strategies...

Yan Qingning shook off the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, hugged the forged strategic distribution map of the tunnel tightly, and followed the man step by step. From time to time, he was forcibly dragged over because he couldn't keep up.

After finally arriving at Jiang Qi's stronghold, a woman with disheveled hair was thrown out of the tent.

Yan Qingning stared at her for a while and recognized her identity. She was Jiang Qi's concubine, but she was reduced to this situation for some unknown reason.

Xu Pingyi obviously recognized him, her eyes widened at first, and then she glared at him angrily: "You are also a lackey named Jiang, that kind of traitor, and you actually choose to follow him!"

Her madness did not last long, and soon guards came forward, knocked her unconscious and dragged her away.

Jiang Qi looked at Yan Qingning with a half-smile, and said, "I just discovered today that Xu Pingyi was actually the person sent by the common people to assassinate me. It's a pity that she is a female, and she is not good at using a knife, so she was killed by me." Kick your feet, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to sit here properly and talk to Young Master Yan."

"Assassinating the commander-in-chief is not a pity. I just don't know how the commander-in-chief plans to punish her?" Yan Qingning's expression did not change, showing a look that had long been numb in front of him.

"I heard that this little girl is most afraid of snakes, so of course I have to throw her into a snake den and keep her safe!" Jiang Qi was so mean that the pipe, which was hot from the tobacco, hit Yan Qingning's collarbone and burned it. A burning red seal: "Master Yan, what do you think of this handsome idea?"

"What Marshal Jiang has in mind is naturally some excellent ideas."

Yan Qingning lowered her eyes and whispered in agreement, completely ignoring the burn on her collarbone.He was tortured by the pain in his bones every day, and he couldn't even sleep peacefully. The excessive pain had long blurred his sensory nerves, making him even less sensitive to pain.

"This is not something you could say in the past." Jiang Qi put away his pipe and blew out the smoke heavily: "The young master who didn't even dare to kill a chicken now feels like throwing a little girl into a snake's nest. The idea is quite good.”

"Should I say that the world has smoothed your temper, or that you have become the same thing as me?"

"People have to succumb to the world." Yan Qingning smiled with a smile on his face. The sharp pain in his bones made cold sweat break out on his forehead. He looked at Jiang Qi with a pale face and forced a smile: "Once upon a time It was the Yan family who was ignorant and offended Marshal Jiang. Now that Qing Ning is here to apologize to you, how about you just ignore the faults of villains?"

"I used to be a servant of the Yan family. Just because I told Mr. Yan that I liked the eldest young master, Mr. Yan kicked me out and sent you, the eldest young master, to study abroad." He looked at Yan Qingning's face. His eyes were filled with greed, sticky and disgusting: "Fortunately, I got God's favor and became a warlord. I wanted to come to meet the eldest young master in a glorious way, but I was kicked out by Mrs. Yan."

"Tell me, if he had the knowledge and knew that you had been completely fucked by another man, and then committed yourself to me, the person he once despised the most, do you think he would be so angry even under the ground? Staring with a beard?”

"The old man is pedantic, why should Marshal Jiang care about him so much?" Yan Qingning clenched his broken left hand tightly, using waves of severe pain to keep himself rational and not to reveal any dissatisfaction with Jiang Qi.

"I heard that you got the plan about the tunnel strategy from Qin Zhuo'an?" He put out his pipe and pressed the hot cigarette butt against the protruding veins on Yan Qingning's neck: "Can you guarantee the authenticity?"

"Qing Ning guarantees that this was stolen from Qin Zhuo'an's bedroom while he was sleeping. There is absolutely no possibility of it being faked." His neck was sore from the residual heat of the fireworks, and there was pain and fractures between the bones. The severe pains of his body came together, giving him the pain of being ripped apart from his bones.

Jiang Qi stared at him for a while, then suddenly put away his pipe and laughed: "Young Master Yan's efficiency in doing things is quite good, but I don't know if his bones have been cleaned?"

Yan Qingning clearly heard the implication of his words and sneered inwardly, but with a pure smile on his face: "Marshal Jiang, Qingning made Qin Zhuo'an unhappy earlier and was kicked right in the heart by him. I'm afraid it won't work..."

As he said this, a large amount of blood suddenly welled up in his throat. He reached out to cover it, but the thick blood covered his hands.

"The bones in this body haven't been fully healed yet, and Qin Zhuo'an doesn't need me. He's worried that it will be unlucky for me to die on the bed." He breathed heavily, and his voice gradually became hoarse: "Qing Ning is naturally willing to treat Marshal Jiang, but this body and bones are not up to par. If It's embarrassing to die on Marshal Jiang's bed and bring bad luck for nothing."

Jiang Qi looked at his embarrassed look with blood on his mouth and hands, and lost interest in that aspect. He frowned and said, "I hope you won't look so unlucky next time you come here. "

Yan Qingning responded humbly, his eyes full of disgust and disgust, but he still had to force himself to calm down.

He used his peripheral vision to look at Jiang Qi, who was holding the strategic map with a happy expression on his face. His right hand unconsciously rubbed the injury on his left hand, his eyes as sinister as a thick ink that could not be melted away.

Jiang Qi, your good days are coming to an end soon...