Chapter 91 How Painful It Must Be for Her

Wen Jin pursed his lips, exhaled lightly, and tried to stand up.

Still a little numb.

He gently moved his limbs, and was already looking forward to returning to Suzaku City - no, he was already looking forward to leaving Chu.

As long as he no longer stayed in this disgusting place, he could go back to Suzaku City or the Imperial City. As long as he stayed with her and no one disturbed him, anything would be fine.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. The medicine given by Langya was naturally very good. The wound on his palm had improved a lot after the ointment penetrated overnight, and the wounds on his buttocks and legs were no longer so painful.

Rest for another day and you can leave here tomorrow.

Wen Jin went to wash up. When he came back, he passed by the bronze mirror and took a look. The person in the mirror looked much better than before, but after running on the road for several days and being exposed to the wind and sun, it was obviously unlikely to recover to the same as before within a day or two.

The maid had prepared breakfast. Yan Qing raised his eyes to look at Wen Jin who was looking in the mirror, and sat down at the table slowly.

Wen Jin quickly walked over and stood in front of the table, wanting to serve Yan Qing, but Yan Qing said in a light tone: "No need for you to serve."

Wen Jin was startled, then sad.

"Finish your meal early and go out to exercise." Yan Qing looked him up and down, "Your body has weakened a lot recently, and I can see that you are about to degenerate into a weak girl."

Wen Jin was also happy to be scolded by her, and the sad mood was swept away before he had time to digest it. He sat obediently beside Yan Qing and ate quietly.

He was elegant and calm, and it was still pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qing ignored him, and the two ate quietly without disturbing each other.

Halfway through the meal, Ji Weiyu led a few maids in, "Why is Your Highness eating? I haven't come yet."

Wen Jin paused slightly, then lowered his head and ate a mouthful of porridge as if nothing had happened.

"You prepared so much, do you want to feed the pigs?" Yan Qing glanced at the maid holding a dazzling array of cups and plates, "No need for so many."

Ji Weiyu wanted to say that His Highness was of noble status, so how could he not make a bigger show? Besides, breakfast should be more, His Highness can eat whatever he likes, no need to save for him.

But Yan Qing was full, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up.

Wen Jin then put down his chopsticks, stood up and met Yan Qing's eyes, he said: "I am full."

"Go out for a walk after eating." Yan Qing said, "Digest the food, and then practice swordsmanship."

Wen Jin agreed.

"What swordsmanship does he need to practice?" Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied, "His claws are enough to kill people, why does he need to practice swordsmanship? Your Highness thinks he is not cruel enough and his hands are not ruthless enough?"

Yan Qing glanced at him: "If you are not as skilled as others, you should find the reason in yourself, don't always expect others to be weaker than you."

Ji Weiyu bit her lip: "Then he can't tell fortunes."

"That's right." Yan Qing nodded slowly, "So after breakfast, tell fortunes for yourself and see when you can surpass him."

Ji Weiyu was depressed.

Your Highness is too obviously partial.

Yan Qing walked out, and Wen Jin followed her quietly, not even glancing at Ji Weiyu.

At most, he could endure him for one more day, and he could leave tomorrow.

Wen Jin's depression was gone, and his sourness was gone. His mood seemed to be like the beginning of the fog and the warm sun.

Looking up at the side face of His Highness, his heart beat even more intensely. Wen Jin lowered his eyes silently and thought that His Highness had nothing special about Ji Weiyu. That person was just a passer-by. When they left here, they might never meet again.

At least, he would try his best to make him have no time to go to Suzaku City to see His Highness.

"How is the injury?"

Wen Jin came back to his senses, and his voice returned to a gentle and calm tone: "It doesn't hurt much."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to show her: "This ointment is very effective, it shouldn't leave scars."

After a period of care, it will be as beautiful as before.

Yan Qing glanced at him, and Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "I will take good care of this face, Your Highness, don't worry."

His Highness liked his face and hands, so he took good care of them and would never let His Highness dislike them.

Yan Qing looked at him silently and quickly retracted his gaze.

The garden was fresh and slightly cool in the morning, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance that was refreshing.

The tea brewed yesterday was not finished yet, and the book Yan Qing was reading was left in the flower hall. Yan Qing walked into the flower hall and sat down, his eyes falling on the garden full of flowers: "Practice a set of swordsmanship for me to see."

"Yes."

Wen Jin walked out and casually broke off a branch. His figure was as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon. The branch turned into a sharp weapon in his hand, sweeping like a meteor, and the petals fluttered.

It was like a young man wandering in a rain of flowers, with an extraordinary appearance and dazzling edge. His figure shrouded in the morning light was as agile as a swimming dragon, without losing his noble and restrained self-restraint.

Yan Qing held his chin, abandoned all distractions, and just focused on appreciating the handsome figure, indulging his vision to get a little enjoyment.

Wen Jin's body movements were calm and smooth, without any stagnation due to injuries, and he did look much better than yesterday.

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Wen Jin slowly retracted his moves, turned his head to look at Yan Qing, and walked back to the flower hall.

Yan Qing raised his eyes slightly, and slowly moved his gaze down from Wen Jin's face, carefully looking at his whole body, and then curled the corners of his lips: "Young Master is very handsome."

Wen Jin was stunned, then his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he smiled lightly with pursed lips: "As long as Your Highness likes it."

"Why did you attack Ji Weiyu last night?"

Wen Jin's smile disappeared immediately, and his eyes fell on Yan Qing's hand. He wanted to take a peek last night, but was worried about being discovered by her.

How did you get hurt?

Why does it hurt?

Yan Qing followed his line of sight and looked at her arm. She understood something almost instantly. She raised her hand and opened her sleeve: "If you want to know anything, you can ask me directly."

The slender arms looked white and flawless, but upon closer inspection, he found that there were faint and messy scars all over them. He didn't notice them last time at the Princess's Mansion.

The color on Wen Jin's face faded: "Why?"

"It's nothing." Yan Qingyun said as if he didn't care, "I rowed it myself, it has nothing to do with others."

Wen Jin's good mood lasted less than half an hour, and now his face looked even more pale than when he was seriously injured. His hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and his eyes were so sad.

Yan Qing frowned: "It's all over."

Wen Jin knelt down stiffly and raised his hands to lightly touch the scars. Even though he had never seen them with his own eyes, he knew how painful these wounds were.

Yan Qing has never been able to comfort people, and it was even more impossible now.

"I don't want to see you looking so fragile again." Yan Qing covered her sleeves and said lightly, "It's like parting from life or death."

Wen Jin's heart ached when he heard this, and there were waves of pain as if it had been scratched by a sharp knife.

"The art of treating poisons can never be learned overnight, and the human body has its limits." Yan Qing said calmly, "I need to control the most practical things, and I don't want to be controlled by others, so I try poison with myself. The body develops resistance to poisons, which is what they often say is immune to all poisons; secondly, in order to distinguish the toxicity of various poisons for easy control and utilization. "

It's just that some poisons are really powerful. After being poisoned, the pain reaches a certain level that even the strongest self-control can't bear, so hurting yourself can be regarded as a way to resist the poison.

Transfer pain to relieve pain.

"How can I know which poisons will definitely make people obedient if I haven't experienced it myself?" Yan Qing's voice was indifferent, as if he was recounting something that had nothing to do with him. "To deal with people like the Queen Mother of Chu and Ji Mingzhu, only Only when it hurts them so much and makes them so frightened can they take action.”

Although her original purpose was not to deal with the Queen Mother of Chu.

Wen Jin could only hear the phrase "test poison with one's own body" in his ears, but could not hear a word of the other words. What did the Queen Mother of Chu and Ji Mingzhu have to do with him?

Whether they obey or not, what does it have to do with him?

He only knew that Your Highness had tested the poison on his own body, and he must have been so tortured by the poison that he had so many wounds on his arm.

How painful it was for her.