Power ministers always make things difficult for me

Chapter 165: Even a rabbit bites when it is anxious

Three days later, the Jinjiang temple was destroyed.

A bloody man in black broke into this desolate place without warning. He was holding a weak woman in pink in his hand and walking hurriedly, as if he was avoiding something.

They entered the ruined temple, and only after making sure the place was safe did he let go of the woman's wrist.

The woman ignored the cold ground, her legs went weak and she fell, gasping for breath.

Chengying took her and fled to Jinjiang for three days.

Those monsters were all over Jinjiang and could not be killed. Even if their limbs were cut off by Chengying, they were still alive and well, as if they had no sense of pain.

Cheng Ying also looked exhausted. He sat on the ground, thinking about the group of monsters, and suddenly sneered: "I finally understand why Jiang Mingcang is so obsessed with this Western Region Gu technique. No wonder, with them as soldiers, those mortal bodies are really useless."

Yu Shengyan hugged her knees, listened to his words, and glanced at him cautiously with her peripheral vision: "If you hand me over, there won't be these troubles."

That young man from the Western Regions just wanted her.

"Why should you interfere in my affairs?"

Chengying thought she was meddling and glared at her impatiently.

If he handed her over, why would Baili Qingming come to find him?
After being yelled at for no reason, Yu Shengyan couldn't help but shrink back, buried her head, and didn't dare to talk to her again.

But come to think of it, as a hostage, why should she interfere with the decision of this bully?

The Jinjiang River in winter is already much colder than the imperial capital, and the temple is in tatters, unable to block out the cold wind at all.

If I don't think of some solution, I'll probably freeze to death here.

Fortunately, there are still many rotten wooden boards in this temple.

Chengying simply glanced around and said, "Go find some wood to start a fire. If nothing unexpected happens tonight, we can rest here."

Yu Shengyan raised his head and realized that Chengying was talking to him, so he got up and went to pick up the wood obediently.

Now, those weirdos outside are looking for her. She doesn’t know what will happen to her if she is captured, but the only one who can save her life now is the man in front of her.

It would be better to survive for a while.

Although Yu Shengyan was born delicate and weak, she was very efficient at work. Chengying only saw her coming and going in front of him, and soon the broken wood in front of her had piled up into a small hill.

Chengying lit a fire and while warming himself by the fire he took off his outer robe, revealing his entire left arm.

There was a scratch mark on it at some point. It seemed that the hands of the poisoned people were infected with some kind of poison, causing his wound to fester. At this moment, he looked even more hideous and terrifying.

He heated the dagger red, and now he wanted to scrape off the rotten flesh.

Yu Shengyan worked for a long time and finally picked up enough wood. When she came back, she saw Chengying gritting his teeth and enduring the pain to treat the wounds on his body. The sharp dagger fell on his arm again and again, and every scrape would leave a little rotten flesh. She didn't dare to imagine how painful it was.

But Chengying looked calm all the time, and she never thought that he would be hurt.

Can all martial artists endure this?
Yu Shengyan walked over, knelt in front of Chengying, raised her hand to snatch his dagger, and cleaned up the mess on his arm for him.

"Let me help you."

"You..." Chengying was so focused on scraping his flesh that he didn't expect her to come over suddenly. His weapon was snatched away by a woman without any warning.

Chengying was surprised and wanted to scold her, but when he looked up, he saw Yu Shengyan carefully treating his wound. He swallowed the words of reprimand and could only tilt his head to the side uncomfortably.

The woman's hands were not as strong as his, so although she processed it more slowly, it caused less pain and was more delicate.

While dealing with it, Yu Shengyan said, "Are you a stone? The wound is rotten and you can't feel the pain. You didn't say anything along the way. If the injury is more serious, it will really kill people."

Cheng Ying didn't care. Over the years, he had suffered countless injuries more serious than this. It was just a little skin break, so there was no need to worry about it. But why did he feel that the woman's tone was blaming him?

"That's perfect. If I die, you can leave Jinjiang and go find your lover who has been chasing you. Isn't that what you want?"

Judging from the time, Baili Qingming and his gang should be here soon.

Yu Shengyan finished scraping the flesh, then put down the dagger, wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and glared at him: "He is not my lover."

"I am a prostitute, the lowest of low, how can I be worthy of a man like him who is so unique in the world."

Yu Shengyan pulled out a silk scarf from her sleeve, gently covered Chengying's wound, and bandaged it in circles: "Raise your hand."

Chengying also cooperated very well and raised his hand obediently, but he was thinking about the meaning of Yu Shengyan's words in his mind.

It seems that the falling flowers are affectionate, but the flowing water is heartless.

However, he was too lazy to care about other people's emotional affairs.

Chengying tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "Lowly?"

He pondered the words with great interest, and soon he laughed out loud.

"But most of the high-ranking officials who take women as concubines are lowly women like you. Who dares to say anything bad about them walking on the street?"

"I think your face and figure are more than enough for the prince to be his concubine, not to mention that you are a good match for a rough man like Baili Qingming."

Yu Shengyan paused when she heard that, raised her eyes and met Chengying's gaze, there was a hint of anger in those beautiful eyes.

She exerted force with her hands and tied the silk scarf used to bandage the wound very tightly in revenge, deliberately wanting to hurt him.

Chengying hissed in pain before he could react. He wanted to look for the culprit, but saw that she had already walked away and sat on the other side of the fire.

She had her back to him, looking angry.

At this moment, he realized the saying that even a rabbit bites when it is cornered.

……

In the middle of the night, the seemingly peaceful Jinjiang River was filled with hideous-looking Gu masters in the dark. The young man with a black robe covering his face put away his Gu-controlling flute and landed in the courtyard of the Jinjiang government office in a few leaps.

Beautiful and extravagant music was coming from the house in front of him, and there was singing and dancing going on inside.

Wuerhuang pushed open the door, walked straight in, and stopped beside Duan Qianjun at the main seat. The young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and his anger was written all over his face.

"I lost that secret guard."

Duan Qianjun closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if the matter was not important. He lazily shook his head along with the music, and said with his cool lips: "Didn't I tell you, if he wants to play, then let him play. The most anxious person is Jiang Mingcang, not us."

"Why are you always arguing with a secret guard?"

"But..." Wuerhuang wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Duan Qianjun's words.

"Pei Qi and Rong Qin will arrive in Jinjiang soon. Even if we capture Yu Shengyan, do you think these two people will allow you to concentrate on refining Gu?"

"stupid."

The vessel that can hold the mother Gu is indeed rare. Although Jiang Mingcang sent him Yu Shengyan, Yu Shengyan has never been the vessel he wanted.

He left the Western Regions because he had an unforgettable mission, so how could he just sit there and work for Jiang Mingcang?

You want him to be a pawn? Is Jiang Mingcang worthy?