Yan Zhantian hated the indiscriminate killing of innocent people most in his life.
That man had great martial arts skills and was originally a martial artist. For some reason, he arrived at the border gate of the Northern Desert and went crazy every three days, killing ordinary people, even children.
After Yan Zhantian learned the news, he had been tracking him, but was recalled by His Majesty halfway. He had no choice but to hand over the matter to his subordinates. However, they failed repeatedly and suffered heavy losses, so Yan Zhantian went there in person.
Unexpectedly, the man had set a trap in advance. No matter how powerful Yan Zhantian was, he was still a mortal, so he accidentally fell into the trap. Fortunately, there was no poison on the arrow, otherwise he would have lost half of his life.
The two chatted about the current situation and exchanged information, and Yan Zhantian went to the study. The substitute could only maintain the illusion that others were in Beijing on his behalf, but the matters that needed to be dealt with were backlogged, waiting for the real person to come back to deal with them.
.
Yan Zhantian stayed in the study all afternoon, finishing the backlog of affairs, rubbing his swollen and painful temples, and moving his stiff joints. He turned around and found that it was already dark.
The room was lit with candles at some point, and the fire light danced slightly, and the shadows reflected on the wall kept shaking, making me feel dizzy after staring for a long time.
Yan Zhantian felt dizzy and quickly left the study and went outside to get some fresh air.
The palace is very large, and the scenery in each courtyard is different. There is a small patch of bamboo planted outside his study. The night wind blows by, and the bamboo leaves rustle. The cool wind and the gentle rustling dispel some fatigue.
.
Yan Zhantian walked slowly, remembering his actions at night, and asked aloud: "What time is it?"
A voice came from the darkness: "Return to the master, it's time for you."
Yan Zhantian didn't expect that it was already so late. He was so busy that he forgot the time. Would Qingqing think that he broke his promise and refused to take her?
Yan Zhantian was startled, and his leisurely pace was replaced by fast walking. Later, he directly used Qinggong and jumped into the east courtyard.
The carved pavilion window was half open, candlelight was shining in the room, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.
Yan Zhantian stood outside the window and looked in furtively, thinking about how to explain to her that he was just too busy to remember the time.
"Why don't you go in, Your Majesty?" Suddenly, a faint female voice came from behind, and Yan Zhantian, who was already feeling guilty, jumped up in fright.
When I turned around, I realized it was Jiang You. She was wearing night clothes and her hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked heroic and had a chivalrous demeanor.
"Qingqing...why are you here?" When did she appear behind him? He didn't notice someone approaching. With his vigilance, this was very inappropriate.
Jiang You didn't answer his words, only said resentfully: "I thought the prince left me alone and left."
Yan Zhantian was keenly aware that she was probably angry, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot the time. Please don't be angry, Qingqing."
When he was anxious, he subconsciously stepped forward to hold Jiang You's hand and said urgently: "If you are angry, you can hit me or scold me."
Jiang raised his eyebrows again and looked at the person in front of him calmly. Even with the mask on, he couldn't hide his panicked eyes.
It was just a small thing, but his reaction seemed to be that he had done something treacherous. This made Jiang You feel a little strange, always feeling that something was wrong.
But Jiang You has always been kind-hearted and likes to help others. Now that he has asked for it...
Jiang slapped Yan Zhantian in the face again.
Yan Zhantian was hit so hard that he turned his head away. Even through the mask, he still felt pain and his ears were buzzing.
Jiang took back his hand again and asked calmly: "Okay, can we set off now?"
Barrage: "This woman can handle it. Let her beat her. It's really a beating."