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Chapter 1517 Chapter 1516: Finale () [Seeking monthly votes]

In stark contrast to everyone's fear and panic was Qi Shan's reaction at this moment. He raised his bleeding arm with an indifferent look, and his long sleeves slid down to his elbow due to gravity. The gaping wound gathered into three slightly sloppy but shocking words:

【Go home, don’t worry. 】

Qishan's pupils trembled and contracted uncontrollably.

The pale lips trembled constantly.

It was as if his soul had been taken away by an external force, leaving only a shell. Everyone looked at him in fear, and saw his suddenly empty pupils gradually tremble. Qi Shan grabbed the corner of the table with one hand and covered most of his face with the other hand. His shoulders trembled, and a little bit of broken whimpering like a dying baby came out of his throat. The blood on his palm slid down his cheek as he moved.

At first glance, it looks like crying blood.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

No, what happened, Grand Master?
Xu Quan relied on his young age but rich experience, and the fact that he had never blushed in front of Qi Shan over the years, so he stepped forward boldly to test the waters: "Is someone plotting against the Grand Tutor or... is there bad news?"

In such a deadly silent atmosphere, the whimpering noises gradually turned into strange laughter, striking at everyone's tense nerves.

"no……"

Qi Shan tried hard to suppress the agitated emotions that were making it difficult for him to breathe.

He let out the breath that had been brewing in his chest and suppressed the discomfort of the vague spasm in his throat: "Don't worry, everyone. It's not bad news."

It's not bad news indeed.

Qi Shan let go of the corner of the table that had been crushed into powder. The palm of his right hand was bloody and the swollen and tense muscles and veins from the back of his hand to his forearm disappeared under his skin as he relaxed his strength. He put down his left hand again, and everyone silently observed the slightly light bloodstains on his face.

The bright red blood seemed to be diluted by something.

Qishan doesn't want to say much.

In a blink of an eye, his mood has returned to normal: "Gentlemen, continue."

Everyone looked at his sleeves which had been lowered in silence.

Qi Shan had no intention of treating the wound at all, and let it bleed continuously, with drops of blood dripping down.

"Prime Minister Qi, do you want to bandage the wound on your arm?"

Qi Shan lowered his eyes and glanced at his arm.

"Need not."

Xu Quan, who has a lot of experience: "..."

He knew the subtle connection between the Grand Tutor and the Lord.

He didn't react just now. His first reaction was to suspect that the State of Qu had sent a capable person to plot against the Grand Tutor. But seeing the Grand Tutor's attitude, he immediately denied this guess and replaced it with another idea.

This injury was caused by the master, right?

Only this guess can explain Qishan’s strange reaction.

Besides Xu Quan, there were obviously other people who had thought of this. They were all restless and eager to end the meeting and verify their guesses with Qi Shan. Until the end of the discussion, the tent was filled with a strong bloody smell that could not be ignored.

When Fang Yan was called over, he met a few idiots with silly smiles on their lips. He was totally confused.

"What happened?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled Thirteen over.

Shao Chong looked blank: "Sixth brother, I don't know."

He really didn't know. Although Shao Chong's mental recovery has been very good over the years, he has been stupid for so many years, and sometimes he still looks silly. Fang Yan didn't expect him to be smart, so he was thankful that he knew to run home on rainy days instead of running out to play in the water.

"Don't know? What do you know?"

Shao Chong recalled the content of the meeting.

I only remember that everyone was talking at the same time. After one person finished speaking, another person would start to speak. Sometimes, when they were upset, they would start to cross their eyes. When they got excited, they couldn't help but turn into spray bottles, and the air was filled with saliva flying freely. It made sense that Shao Chong didn't like meetings. Sometimes he was unlucky and happened to be in the middle of several spray bottles. Spit was flying all over him.

He doesn't want to have a meeting?
The gibberish flowed through my mind smoothly without leaving any trace.

Shao Chong said honestly: "I knew that Qi Xiang was injured."

Fang Yan took a deep breath and practiced psychological therapy on himself. The person in front of him was his younger brother. The spirits of his elder brothers were watching him. He couldn't be violent to him. The silly boy knew to run home on a rainy day. He shouldn't expect too much. "I know that Qi Xiang was injured. If he wasn't injured, why would I come here?"

Shao Chong blinked.

The two index fingers were pressed together and twisted.

The innocent and pitiful action made the rather wild and violent facial features tainted with grievance. Fang Yan sighed and let go of this brother who weighed 200 kilograms and had no brains. He carried the medicine box into the main tent. There were only a few people in the tent, and his patient was sitting in his seat with a smile on his lips, his eyes fixed on the injured arm.

Fang Yan put down the medicine box and said, "Please lend me a hand, my Lord."

Qi Shan didn't know what kind of sick psychology he had, but he reached out his hand. Don't ask why it was sick, Fang Yan clearly caught a flash of smugness in his eyes. It was as if being injured was not a painful thing, but made him feel so happy that his soul trembled.

Fang Yan: "..."

He silently suppressed this strange thought.

I am quite sick for being able to imagine such bizarre things.

He carefully lifted Qi Shan's long sleeves, revealing the bloody wound, and immediately heard a gasp. Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he became a little angry, wanting to throw the medicine box on Qi Yuanliang's face. Doctors hate this kind of patients the most!

Why didn’t the wound heal?

Because someone deliberately opened the wound.

Who is the person who does this?
Haha, just check the remaining literary energy on the wound and you will know.

Who else could it be besides Qi Yuanliang?

He said angrily, "Is Qi Xiang going to die? Even if he is a scholar with a good character, he may die from losing a lot of blood!"

Of course, this amount of bleeding is still far from death, but if Qi Yuanliang continues to go crazy, the wound will repeatedly burst and something serious will really happen!
Fang Yan had a headache, and secretly thought about his elder brother and others in his heart. Why didn’t they protect him so that he would not encounter such unreasonable patients?

Others also showed expressions of disapproval and incomprehension.

Qi Shan smiled and said, "It should be so."

Then he asked, "How many wounded cloths can be dyed red with this blood?"

Fang Yan couldn't keep up with him: "What?"

"You said, if I send all these blood-stained cloths to the master, and let her see the wound on this arm that will leave a mark even after it heals, will she..." Qi Shan's eyes were filled with hostility, and he swallowed the words that were not uttered.

Fang Yan: "..."

I don't really understand the thinking of these people.

As he wrote the prescription, he kept thinking back to the way the thirteen brothers got along when their eldest brother was alive. Then he put it into the plot in front of him and shuddered. He couldn't think about it, he couldn't think about it. He didn't dare to think about how the twelve people who were left behind after their eldest brother disappeared without a trace, were resentful and heartbroken, and twisted, and at the same time, they wanted to use self-harm to teach the other party a lesson.

Fang Yan closed his eyes.

The picture in his mind was so beautiful that he dared not look at it.

It was simply a two-way rush of a group of lunatics. Fang Yan decisively added some drugs to the prescription to calm Qi Shan's mind. When he finished writing the prescription and was cleaning up the blood, he heard Qi Shan sigh in a deep voice: "Forget it, let's wash and boil these wound cloths and continue to use them."

Fang Yan: "..."

Qi Shan closed his eyes: "Don't leave any scars."

Fang Yan: "..."

As Qishan's half-attending physician, Fang Yan knew best about Qishan's physical condition in the past six months. In short, his body was not good and his spirit was even worse. He was depressed and full of hatred. It would not be surprising if Qishan suddenly went crazy and rebelled in the middle of the battle. If he was crazy, why not just let him go? He was filled with hatred, but when someone carved a few words on his arm, he fell in love again.

Forgiven so easily -

Wouldn't that make him seem worthless?
Qishan had never thought about this question.

He only knew that the sharp needle that had been lingering in his heart for the past six months, something that made him feel both pain and cold, had finally melted away like ice under the warm sun. What hatred? What pain? He forgot it all at once, and when he recalled it again, he only had a vague memory.

He only knew: "It's good enough if you are willing to return, I dare not ask for more."

When people come back, he can forgive everything.

Fang Yan said that he didn't understand but respected it.

As long as Qishan doesn't do anything naughty, with the physique of a scholar, this wound will be completely healed in less than two days, and not even a scar will be visible. Qishan took a deep breath to cool his brain and calm down: "Lingde has been on a mission for two days. Is there any news?"

"Reply to Qi Xiang, not yet."

Strictly speaking, this was Lin Feng's second diplomatic mission to Qu State.

First time as an ally.

The second time as an enemy.

The atmosphere I felt both times was completely different.

Facing the dangerous gaze that wanted to tear her apart, Lin Feng smiled in her heart and acted neither servile nor overbearing. She came to negotiate with a mission, and presented a letter of persuasion with both hands, stating her intention: "I beg Lord Zhai to consider it carefully."

As soon as she explained her purpose, someone started to have murderous intentions.

Lin Feng stood still, his expression unchanged.

She was sure that she would be fine, and that no one could cross the line of defense and hurt her. Lin Feng raised his eyes and looked directly at Zhai Le, who was sitting at the top, wearing armor and with a resolute face without any emotion. Zhai Le did not use force to smash the surrender letter to show his attitude of fighting to the death, but opened it and read it line by line, word by word. The civil and military officials of the Qu State waited cautiously.

They understand their own ruler.

It's true that he is cheerful, but it's also true that he has a stubborn temper.

He would never allow himself to suffer such a disgrace.

however--

Zhai Le just raised his eyebrows and said in a voice that made it impossible to tell his true emotions: "Be promoted to Duke, with the same status as a prince, and a fief of 10,000 households?"

When the twelve words came out, everyone below took a deep breath.

This treatment is almost the highest possible.

You have to know that the title of prince in Kangguo can only be bestowed on the descendants of the royal family. Now there is only one Yuan prince who was born at some unknown time by Shen Youli. The fiefdom is 10,000 households. If this fiefdom is not a fictitious title but a real title... Many people are murmured in their hearts, and countless doubts arise.

There are roughly three types.

One is that Zhai Le and Shen Tang had an old relationship. It is normal for young boys and girls to have some feelings for each other, and the youthful and ignorant stage is the most unforgettable. One is that Shen Tang and Zhai Le are related by blood. Normally, even brothers and sisters from the same mother would find it difficult to give such generous treatment, but think about it, the first lord Zhai Huan was determined to give the State of Qu to his cousin Zhai Le, which shows that the blood relationship within the Zhai family is not as vulgar as that in the outside world. One is that Shen Tang is just making empty promises and is not prepared to deliver.

Zhai Le died suddenly and unexpectedly, and all the promises she made were bullshit. By then, the matter was done and done. Could Qu State still turn the world upside down?
In the end, all you can do is swallow your anger.

Lin Feng said: "Yes."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Zhai Le's tense face.

"She's rarely generous."

He was so generous that Zhai Le suspected that the other party had been possessed by another spirit.

Shen Youli is not a stingy person. She will be generous as long as she has the conditions, but the problem is that she does not have the financial conditions. Kangguo has been established for so many years, and only a few of the elders have been given titles? How many titles have been given out? The only titles are the Duke of Yiguo, inherited by Gu Ziyi's descendants, and the Duke of Lu, inherited by Wu Xian, another protagonist of the popular Tangdi Qingshen. There are only two county dukes, one is Qian Yong who surrendered with his remnants in the early years, and the other is the descendant of Qiu Cheng who was treated preferentially for some reason.

They were even more stingy towards the royal families of other defeated small countries.

They would rather keep them than give them higher titles, and basically just sent them away as dukes or marquises, and at most they would take the trouble to come up with a new title for them.

Of course, it may be necessary to save it for after unification.

Don't feed too much at once.

But when it came to Zhai Le, it was completely different.

This is because I am afraid that he will die from being stuffed to death.

Civil and military officials came forward one after another to make their statements.

Their position is also delicate.

Some people tactfully supported Zhai Le's acceptance of the persuasion to surrender. Not to mention that Qu State had been exhausted too much before, even if it had not been exhausted, Qu State was not of the same size as the current Kang State. A small territory and a small population meant that the upper limit of the number of troops that could be recruited was low, and Kang State did not have this concern.

If the two sides fight to the death, the Qu State will definitely lose.

Is there any need to fight a war that is bound to be lost?
Some people kept silent and acted like dumb, neither expressing opposition nor support, as if they were a piece of dumb air.

The rest are in favor of war, and they are the majority.

How do you know you can’t fight if you haven’t tried it?
If you are scared by the data and surrender without a fight, then why do you need generals to fight in the future? Both sides can just send a bunch of good talkers to see who has better data. Whoever is better will win. Haha, the one who makes false accounts will definitely win.

Yes, the national strength of Qu State was severely depleted.

Is it easy for Kangguo?

They're not unscathed either.

The people below were arguing fiercely, but Zhai Le sat there saying nothing, just watching the situation getting more and more heated.

At first glance, it seems that everyone is thinking about Zhai Le, and they are arguing with each other, but in fact, they are all pursuing their own interests.

The court officials argued loudly and gradually realized that something was wrong.

Why is King Zhai Le silent?
Those who were shocked by Zhai Le's powerful approach fell silent one after another.

The whole hall was silent, and you could hear a needle drop.

Zhai Lecai asked, "Is the envoy sure of victory?"

His back was as straight as a bamboo, and his pressure surged silently. His peach blossom eyes, which were usually full of affection, were now full of piercing cold blades. Facing this oppression, Lin Feng calmly released his momentum to fight against it: "I can turn beans into soldiers, how can I be defeated? How can I be defeated?"

Zhai Le pondered: "Throwing beans to create soldiers? The power of one person."

Do you dare to say that this is a sure win?
"Lord Zhai, do you think that scattering beans to create soldiers means grabbing a handful of beans or using the spirit of words to create a handful of beans, and then the beans fall to the ground and condense the energy of heaven and earth to become golden swords and iron horses? Charge into battle for one person?"

_(:ι」∠)_
I'm hungry, but I don't want to move.
(End of this chapter)