Ingenuity

The act of Qingyan committing suicide in front of Zhuang Hansu really frightened Zhuang Hansu a lot. Looking at the depth of the knife, he knew that he absolutely didn't want to live, and it wasn't just to scare him.

So when Qingyan came back from the life-and-death line for the first time and opened his eyes, Zhuang Hansu stared at the red eyes that had not dared to close for many days and said: "Yan Zhi is dead."

Qingyan's expression was dull, and he reacted for a while, "Who did it?"

"do not know."

Qingyan said with a cold expression, "You?"

"not me."

Qingyan looked at him and said nothing.

Zhuang Hansu immediately swore to the sky, "I want to do it, but before I can figure out how to do it, I die."

Qingyan closed her eyes, and rested her mind.

"Now that you are so ill, I can't even take care of you. I... How can I have time to take care of others?"

"You have to trust me! I really didn't do it this time!"

Qingyan raised her hand and waved, and frowned because she thought he was noisy, "Go out."

Zhuang Hansu hesitated for a while, afraid of annoying Qingyan, he went out anyway.

Now the situation is very bad, news of the prince's death came, Zhuang Hansu wanted to leave for Beijing immediately, but Qingyan is now like this, it is not easy for him to take him, and he is afraid that he will be in danger, it is really a mess.

In the past few days when Qingyan was in a coma, she had a series of messy dreams. In the dream, she felt familiar, and even felt the same thing in the incident that happened, but she couldn't remember it at all when she woke up.

Zhuang Hansu hurriedly set off for the capital, leaving Si Ling to take care of him closely by Qingyan's side. Qingyan didn't feel like dying anymore. He recuperated his body every day and rarely wandered outside.

Only occasionally in the middle of the night, Qingyan would always hear the sound of fighting outside the door, but Qingyan didn't care, she just did what she should do, and her appetite improved a lot.

"Lingshan, bring some snacks."

"It's so late, I'm afraid I won't be able to digest it if I eat some snacks, so I'll cook some porridge for Young Master."

Qingyan poured a cup of tea, noncommittal; Lingshan turned to open the door, and saw swords, lights and swords outside, very lively.Qingyan glanced at it and continued to drink tea.

Just as he was drinking the last sip of tea, Qingyan keenly heard the sound of blades piercing the air behind him, and instinctively dodged to the side, Qingyan turned around and threw the teacup in his hand precisely.

The cup was shattered by the long sword, and the visitor still had time to catch it empty-handed to prevent him from falling to the ground and make a sound; Qingyan immediately threw away any past that he could get at hand, and they were all caught and put away.

Qingyan sneered, "Your Excellency, why bother?"

The visitor said viciously: "Stop talking nonsense, today I will take your life!"

"My life is worthless."

"It's worth it to others!"

The murderous intent of the incoming man was not obvious, and he probably just wanted to catch him, so the Qingyan martial arts were not activated much, and there was no weapon in his hand, so he could only dodge instinctively.

It wasn't until Lingshan pushed the door with the porridge, and found that the room was lively, that he hurriedly threw the porridge and raised his sword and stepped forward; Qingyan quickly caught the porridge bowl, sat on the side of the bed and drank the porridge leisurely.

Soon Lingjun outside the door also ran into the house to help. Lingjun Lingshan is still young, and his martial arts attainment is not very high. Lingjun has wounds on his body. Qingyan observed the battle and knew that he would be arrested today, so he relaxed down.

"Lingshan will get me some pastries later. If you want something to eat, even if there is something to replace it, you still want to eat it."

"Ah? Ah... Ah!" Lingshan was so busy that he was at a loss, and was even more flustered after being called by Qingyan, and he was really thinking about getting the pastries.

After Qingyan finished her porridge, she couldn't wait for them to call back and forth, so she simply stood up, "Forget it, I'll go by myself, I'm very hungry."

As soon as Qingyan was about to leave, the visitor was really in a hurry. He scattered a handful of smoke from unknown sources, and ran desperately towards Qingyan who was walking to the door...

When the long sword struck, Qingyan did not dodge, and in the next second, the blade was on Qingyan's neck.

"Don't move! If you move again, I will kill him!"

This time, both inside and outside the house stopped, all hands stopped, and the scene was very harmonious.