General’s Gown - CH 41

Chapter 41 The Desert Kiss Part 6

Talismans flew everywhere.

Yan Changqing: …

Helian Rongchuan: …

Yan Changqing had a thin face and was so embarrassed that he didn’t know what to do. His face turned red and white. He pursed his lips, and immediately turned his head to leave. There was even a yellow talisman in his hair.

Helian Rongchuan pointed to the stunned Wei Jin and Xiang Yu, snappily saying, “Do not blindly guess, I will explain later.” He scurried behind Yan Changqing: “Ai Ai listen to my explanation”

Followed until they were at a place that was unmanned, Yan Changqing stopped abruptly.

“Okay, now I’ll give you a chance to explain.”

His tone was cold, and his eyes were full of warnings.

Helian Rongchuan liked the look in Yan Changqing’s eyes. The more Yan Changqing stared at him fiercely, the more he felt amorous and his heart galloped. He smoothly twisted the yellow paper talisman entrained in Yan Changqing’s hair, and raised the corners of his mouth, but his tone was aggrieved: “I said it was a dream. You don’t know, but every time I think of you, it tickles and I want to with you– ”

Yan Changqing’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and he quickly stopped him. “I didn’t mean this! ”

He angrily said, “Explain honestly, when did your subordinates hook up with my garrison?!”

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In the camp, the little imperial physician Wei Jin pulled out the black donkey hoof from Xiang Yu’s mouth. Xiang Yu rubbed his sore cheeks, and said: “Look, I said I couldn’t let you in. Now the general found out, and tomorrow I will receive the army rods again.”

The little imperial doctor just learned that Helian Rongchuan’s “treasure” was the silver-masked King of H*ll, and the silver-masked King of H*ll was the great beauty who he just caught a glimpse of. The shock relieved, he looked at the extremely festive red coffin, and his curiosity arose.

So what did the two of them do in the coffin just now? Helian Rongchuan treasured this coffin the entire journey, and would not let anyone touch it. Who would travel thousands of miles with an unlucky coffin? There must be a mystery in this.

Wei Jin walked to the red-lacquered golden coffin and looked inside curiously. At a glance, he saw the erotic pictures, and was immediately surprised.

It seems that his Second Royal Highness was not only very cheeky, but also courageous. No wonder the silver-masked King of H*ll was so angry just now that he almost drew his sword to cut the person.

Tsk tsk.

But having said that, the painter of his Second Royal Highness was really good. His posture was bold, vivid, and energetic.

Could it be that they have already…

Were they there just now…

Tsk-tsk-tsk…

Seeing that Wei Jin’s eyes were shining, Xiang Yu looked at it with gusto, then he came over curiously and wanted to see what was inside, but Wei Jin acted as if he were going to be captured. He slapped him away quickly, fiercely saying, “Don’t look!”

Although Wei Jin’s actions were rude, he was a weak and white scholar at the end. This push didn’t have much strength, and was like a big cat scratching people with its paws.

Xiang Yu had a good temper and was extremely honest, so he was not angry at being pushed like this. He thought this coffin was something of their Dongyun people’s treasure, and since they were not allowed to look at it, then he would not look at it. He honestly stood aside and said, “It’s unlucky to look at a coffin in the middle of the night. Let’s prepare early on to go to the city for disaster relief tomorrow!”

It turned out that Helian Rongchuan was rejected by Yan Changqing at the entrance, so later, he turned around and asked for help from the black armoured troops outside the city. Helian Rongchuan told the black armoured troops Vice-General Xiang Yu in detail about the Qinchuan plague situation and the purpose of the trip. Xiang Yu was half-believing and half suspicious at first, but when the little imperial doctor showed his hand in front of him, Xiang Yu was immediately convinced that this Dongyun team was the living bodhisattva of the people of Qinchuan!

Thinking of the situation in Qinchuan City, Wei Jin couldn’t help being serious, and nodded solemnly. Two people, one front, one back; one tall, one short, left the tent.

The second day.

As soon as it started to light up, a row was formed for the disaster relief soup kitchen erected in front of the Qinchuan Mansion’s government office. In the hot steamy air, the shabby Qinchuan refugees had already lined up early. One by one, they licked their tongues, held a large bowl with a thick porcelain rim, craned their necks, and waited anxiously.

The long line slowly moved forward. In the soup kitchen, Xiang Yu was standing in front of a large iron pan that was half a person tall, scooping up porridge for the victims with a big iron spoon in his hand quickly. With firewood burning under the pot and steam, Xiang Yu was sweating profusely. He took off his shirt, revealing his lean upper body, but his mouth and nose were surrounded by a white kerchief, which looked rather funny.

The other guys in the shed carefully selected by Yan Changqing were also dressed up like Xiang Yu, chopping wood, and cooking rice. They were very busy. Until they saw Yan Changqing, they stopped their work and saluted with a serious face. “General!”

Yan Changqing was dressed in a plain black martial arts uniform, and half of his face was also covered by a white kerchief. Only a pair of long eyes were exposed that looked black and clear.

Yan Changqing looked at the long line in front of the soup kitchen, it was as if there was no end to the hungry people. His handsome eyebrows frowned. With a serious face, he took a handful of chopsticks on the counter and thrust it into the porridge pot that was being stirred.

Almost all the chopsticks were firmly inserted into the porridge pot. Then covered by the boiling white rice porridge, it slowly sank.

The first article of the Food Relief Law of the Great Yan Kingdom stipulated that the porridge for the relief must be thick enough for chopsticks to stick up.

If the chopsticks float, one’s head will inevitably fall to the ground (be executed).

Several people were relieved, their expressions relaxed, and went back to work.

Yan Changqing looked at the chopsticks gradually submerge in the thick white porridge, but his brows wrinkled tighter. This was already the third day since the disaster relief soup kitchen had been set up. He personally inspected every pot of porridge. The porridge was thick and there was no problem.

Other disaster relief foods were also distributed on demand according to the different situations of each disaster victim.

But why are there so many victims coming with a bowl every day and yet still not getting enough to eat?

If things continue like this, even with the supply Helian Rongchuan brought, it will amount to a drop in a bucket.

Yan Changqing was meditating as he walked towards the group of victims. Not two steps away, he was suddenly caught by someone.

Helian Rongchuan grabbed him by the hand, half of his face was surrounded by a white kerchief. His dark brown eyes were full of surprise. “Where are you going? There are victims there. Who knows how many are infected with the plague, do you want to die?”

Yan Changqing’s tone was a little solemn. “The relief food had been allocated for three days, but the victims still don’t have enough to eat, and they line up here every day. I want to see in person what the reason is.”

“That won’t work.” Helian Rongchuan couldn’t help but want to pull Yan Changqing back. “I heard from the little imperial doctor. At this time, the plague can spread through human saliva. What if someone’s cough lands on you, then how can I still live on?”

Yan Changqing couldn’t help smiling when he saw Helian Rongchuan so anxious. With a calm smile, he said, “If I’m dead–”

Helian Rongchuan suddenly covered Yan Changqing’s mouth before he finished speaking, and said angrily: “Don’t speak nonsense!”

Helian Rongchuan suddenly regretted it a bit, bringing that coffin to confess. He firmly believed that the life and death vows in the coffin would touch Yan Changqing’s heart, but now, he suddenly felt that the coffin was indeed unlucky as Wei Jin mentioned.

In the final analysis, when he came to Qinchuan City, he was prepared for the worst, and he was not afraid of death.

However, he was really afraid that Yan Changqing would die.