Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Three days later, Yan Qiaotian finally saw the general who had only heard of him for so long.

His clothes and attire are the same as those of the Central Plains people, but his eyes are sharp and unfeeling, and the aura around him is so cold that people dare not approach him.

The general looked Yan Qiaotian up and down, and then asked indifferently: "Are you the one with the tiger skin that the poem said?"

Yan Qiaotian looked at him coldly, but from the corner of her eyes, she looked at this place.

This is a small manor located in the outskirts of Tianjin, with rockery spring water, red flowers and green willows. It doesn't look like a place where dirt is hidden, but a quiet place to escape the summer heat.

Yan Qiao looked at the other party intently, and said with a light smile, "The general is really a master. It's been so long, and I only heard that Miss Meng mentioned that today I saw him and he really didn't live in the Central Plains."

"When did I ever say that I am from the Central Plains, and that the tiger skin belongs to me, so what does it have to do with who I am?" The general sat on a stone bench beside him, looked up at Yan Qiao and said, "I just took Back to what originally belonged to me, is there something wrong?"

"Your stuff, may I ask if you have any tigers in Japan? If not, how did you get the tiger skin?" Yan Qiaotian snorted, "Thinking about our treasures, to put it bluntly, they are all men, there is no need Hiding it, besides, this thing doesn’t belong to me, it doesn’t make any difference to me if you take it or someone else takes it.”

The general looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahaha, since that's the case, why do you and I bother here, you hand over the tiger skin, I hand over the antidote, can't we just settle?"

Yan Qiaotian looked around and asked coldly, "Where's Wu Fu?"

"Where's your tiger skin?" the general asked back.

Yan Qiaotian sat down on the stone bench opposite, looked at the general and said, "How can I carry such an important thing with me, as long as I see Wu Fu doing it, I will naturally ask someone to bring the tiger skin."

"How do you know he's here?" the general asked curiously.

"Although I don't care about Miss Meng's affairs, it doesn't mean I don't know anything. When she asked Mei Niang to send Wu Fugan over, I happened to see it." Yan Qiaotian crossed her legs.

The general lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: "How can I believe that you will definitely give me the tiger skin?"

"I've said it a long time ago, that thing doesn't belong to me at all, and Wu Fuqian will be much more useful to me. Do you think I'll bet on his life?"

The general raised his hand as a signal, and the people behind him turned and left.

Soon, Wu Fuqian was brought up. His face was pale, and the red pimples that had popped out had also faded at this time, but his whole body looked haggard, which was incomparable to the past.

The general looked at Wu Fuqian, then turned his head to look at Yan Qiaotian and said with a sneer, "I think you're going to be fast, his poison is about to start to take hold."

Yan Qiaotian quickly got up and came to Wu Fugan's side, grabbed the other's arm, his face became darker, he turned to look at the general, and asked: "Is there no way to suspend his poison first?"

The general smiled helplessly: "That can't be done, this antidote can only detoxify once, and it is still very different from your Sichuan Gu poison."

"What if the antidote is useless to him when I give you the tiger skin?" Yan Qiaotian asked sternly with his arms around the weak Wu Fuqian.

The general stood up and walked to him, looked Wu Fuqian up and down and said, "Don't worry, his condition is not that bad, as long as you bring the tiger skin, I will detoxify him right away."

"No...leave me alone, save Xiaojuan...Xiaojuan..." Wu Fuqian said weakly.

Yan Qiaotian's heart sank, and she thought: It's this time, and you still want to save others.

Although he didn't want to, he still looked at the general and asked, "I want to see Xiaojuan."

The general spread his hands in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, she's not with us, shouldn't you be asking about Meng Shiqing?"

Yan Qiaotian and Wu Fuqian looked at each other, looked at the general puzzled and asked, "Isn't Zhang Ji's daughter with you?"

The general chuckled and said: "You have already met him, why should I lie to you, besides, Zhang Ji's value has been used up, why should we keep his daughter?"

"Used?" Yan Qiaotian was even more puzzled. He stared at the general and asked, "No, when we came to Tianjin, Zhang Ji also came here together. How could it be used up?"

The general turned around helplessly and looked at the manor beside him and said, "If you don't believe me, you can search around. We only need the tiger skin, and we don't need anything else, so there is no need for us to keep Xiaojuan."

After Yan Qiaotian looked at the other party with puzzled eyes for a long time, he was about to speak, but Wu Fugan, who was beside him, couldn't hold on any longer. He rolled his eyelids and fell down without warning.

Yan Qiaotian grabbed his body in horror, and shouted eagerly: "Go back, go back..."

The general at the side also found it very strange, he stepped forward to take Wu Fuqian's pulse, and began to test it.

As time went by, the general's face became more and more ugly. He lowered his wrist, looked at Yan Qiaotian and shook his head slightly: "Strange, really strange."

"What's wrong?" Yan Qiaotian's face became even more ugly.

The general chuckled helplessly and said, "I think you don't have much time to waste, you'd better hurry back and prepare the tiger skin."

"You mean..." Yan Qiaotian gave him a puzzled look, then looked down at Wu Fuqian in his arms, Yan Qiaotian gradually became uneasy.

……

After returning, Yan Qiaotian first notified Gu Yunhe and Qiu Yeliang through the sub-rudder, then returned to the small courtyard where he lived, and went straight to Zhang Ji's room.

At this time, Zhang Ji was also dying on the bed, his face was pale, and his breathing was a little short.

As soon as Yan Qiaotian entered the door, he strode towards his bed. He stood by the bed and accused, "Didn't you say that Wu Fuqian was only poisoned on the surface, why is he dying now?"

Zhang Ji slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of doubts. He looked at Yan Qiaotian for a while and then slowly said: "I have been poisoned for more than five months, and I know the development of this toxicity. At the stage of death, people will still recover a little, but after that, they will become more and more uncomfortable and weaker."

"Why should I trust you?" Yan Qiaotian slammed his hand heavily on the edge of the bed, staring at Zhang Ji angrily.

Zhang Ji chuckled and said, "Now you can only trust me, don't forget that my daughter is also in their hands."

"Your daughter isn't with the general at all," Yan Qiaotian became even more angry when he mentioned this. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Ji by the collar, half twisted him up, and said, "Say, yes It's not that you and them designed to frame us, thanks to Wu Fuqian who always wanted me to save your daughter."