Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King - Chapter 32

Wei Yansi’s heart exploded like a crackle, and the whole person fell into the dark abyss in an instant, unable to exhale the foul air that was crowded in his chest for a long time.

Her blood was boiling wildly, and her alpha instinct was faster than her reason. I don’t know when she had taken the culprit’s long knife. The blade slashed into the opponent’s shoulder, and the force it brought bends the opponent’s knee.

She drew out the knife, and was about to make another move, but her hand kept calling, becoming limp, unable to hold the hilt of the knife.

The long knife slid down and fell to the ground.

Only then did her sanity return, and she realized that this body was still unable to adapt to the alpha’s physique, her legs were even weaker, and she leaned against the wall.

“Sister!” Qu Jinyao rushed over frantically, picked up the long knife and slashed at everyone.

The riots are still going on, from small to large, most of the Yanjing is boiling, and the group of them is looking for the doctor with the dying Qu Jinying and Fenghe, headless like a fly.

In the chaos, he came to Song Buning’s house.

The house was small and dilapidated, and the two old door panels with door gods were crumbling, but they were pressed firmly against the door bolts.

“Open the door.” Wei Yansi patted the door vigorously.

“…Who.” Song Buning asked timidly.

Help is important, Wei Yansi lifted his leg and kicked the door open.

Song Buning shrank behind the door, with a cry, rolled to the ground, the shovel in his arms fell off, but he turned his head numbly: “Hurrah? Why are you out of the palace? Close the door quickly, outside. It’s not peaceful.”

He spoke and picked up the shovel.

Wei Yansi was emotional: “No matter what method you use, save people to me, or I will kill you!”

Immediately afterwards, Qu Jinyao rushed in, holding Qu Jinying who had only breathed a breath, and went straight into the back room.

Wei Yansi grabbed Song Buning by the neckline and dragged him in. At that time, Qu Jinyao put Qu Jinying in the bed, his movements were very light and gentle, as if touching a handful of thin clouds, as if It will break when touched.

Song Buning just saw the true face of the person in the bed, and his shoulders shrugged up: “County Qinghui!”

He changed his expression in an instant, solemn and upright, bent his fingers to probe the pulse of Jinying’s side neck, and then held his breath to observe the wound on her back.

“Excessive blood loss, fortunately it didn’t hurt the vitals.”

He ran out numbly, brought back a few packets of herbs, poured them into an inverted mortar, and smashed them skillfully. He hesitated when preparing the dressing: “The county chief is innocent, a girl… There is no female medical officer in the old minister’s house…”

“It’s okay.” Wei Yan thought.

“No.” Qu Jinyao held different opinions.

“Men’s and women’s defenses are more than life-threatening.”

“Long live, my sister was looked at by a man, how will she marry in the future—”

“I marry her.”

Wei Yansi’s words undoubtedly thundered on the ground. She Wuxia cared about their dumbfoundedness, drove them out, and cut the clothes on Qu Jinying’s back with the scissors on the table.

The knife wound turned outward, long and deep, winding from the left shoulder to the right waist, thick blood coagulated around the wound, with a few traces of dark purple.

Such a scar, I am afraid that I will follow Qu Jinying for a lifetime.

Wei Yansi sniffed, twisting a black mass of crushed herbs on the wound.

Qu Jinying whimpered in a coma, sweat dripping out, hanging on her pale face.

Wei Yansi said distressedly: “The county owner Ren Yi Ren, this herbal medicine has the effect of hemostatic and anti-inflammatory…”

“…It hurts.” Qu Jinying trembled, tears and sweat on his forehead rolling to one place.

“Then think about happy things.”

“……no.”

“Think of your mother.”

Qu Jinying’s groan paused for a while: “…Mother is gone.”

“When she is there, the body will decay, but the love and soul will last forever.”

Qu Jinying suddenly loosened her fingers tightly, moving her fingers, like a butterfly falling to the ground trembling desperately.

Wei Yan guessed that she was falling asleep, and there must be a mother in her dream that she thought about day and night, so she gently took the quilt and covered it for her.

Doing all of this, unspeakable exhaustion set off waves among the limbs, she looked slumped, sitting on her side with difficulty, bowed back and slumped.

He looked down and looked at the blood stained on his ten fingers, all of which belonged to Qu Jinying.

The tip of the nose was sour, and the eye sockets were wet.

She couldn’t figure out why Qu Jinying had to go and come back, why he had to block the cut for her, it was obviously safe…

Suppressing the urge to weep, she opened the door and walked out.

“The county lord is asleep.” She tried her best to make the corners of her lips curl up, which was to comfort herself and also to broaden Jinyao’s heart.

“…Thank you for long live.” Qu Jinyao said with red eyes and fists.

She turned her head and said to Song Buning again: “The county owner is not convenient to move. I will find a place nearby to live for you again. You must ensure that you will be there with you, and then call a few more careful female medical officers… Use the best one. If the Hou Mansion doesn’t have it, go to the hospital to get it. If you have any trouble, just let me know.”

“The old minister will do his best to heal the county lord.” Song Buning bowed and bowed, “Your ear is hurt, the old minister will take a look for you.”

She waved her hand and stepped into the pergola vainly. Fenghe was lying on the bamboo rocking chair. He had woke up leisurely, his naked upper body was covered with bandages, and it must have been bandaged by Song Vinning for him.

Before she could speak, he said in a dumb voice: “Hurrah, go back to the palace, it’s not safe outside.”

Wei Yansi’s gaze is fixed on the toe of the shoe, like a child who has done something wrong: “I will never go out of the palace again.”

Feng He said, “You are a good emperor.”

She suddenly raised her eyes and found that he smiled, the tail of her eyes was pulled down, the corners of her mouth were tilted up, and there was the deepness of night and the brightness of Yuehua in her half-squinted eyes.

She guessed it was the gentlest smile of his generation.

“I’m not good at all.”

“Will be fine.”

“Where did you know?”

“The minion guessed—”

Suddenly there was movement outside.

The wall of this small house was short, and dozens of torches burst out from the wall with a violent crackling sound, mixed with a tumultuous noise.

Wei Yansi’s nerves tightened immediately.

“Long live, don’t be afraid, you are a member of the Brave Mansion. You were assassinated by the Red Lotus Cult and your sister was injured again. So I sent someone back to the mansion to inform my father.”

The little door was pushed open from the outside, Qu Ao stood there with fiery eyes. When he saw Wei Yansi, the first sentence was to ask for peace, and the second sentence was to ask where Qu Jinying was.

After Qu Jinyao answered, he didn’t hesitate and rushed into the back room. When he came out, his expression was not unusual, but his voice was desolate and broken: “Long live…the old official escorted you back to the palace.”

Qu Ao came in a hurry and prepared enough. The escorts were all elite. In order not to attract the attention of the Red Lotus, the carriage was also simple, that is, the cowl was not stable, and the people seemed to be seasick.

Wei Yansi was worried about Qu Jinying all the way, frowning.

On the way, she asked Feng He, who was accompanying her on the carriage: “Can’t I wait for dawn to return to the palace?”

Feng He’s answer is simple and rude: “No.”

The reason is that if such a big event happened in Yanjing, Wenyuange would rush to the Hall of Yangxin, and beg to see her overnight to discuss matters.

“You are determined to be a good emperor, you must go back.”

“When did I make up my mind?”

“Just tonight.” Feng Hexu was injured, somewhat hypocritical, his whole body was soft as cotton wool, and even the old scar on the bridge of his nose had lost its vitality.

Wei Yan thought slowly and calmly: “Do you really think I can be a good emperor?”

“You can.” His tone was firm as steel without hesitation.

When the night is not yet three quarters.

The first assistant Lu Chijing and the second assistant Ge Changliu, before Wei Yansi returned to the palace, led several Wenyuange colleagues to the Hall of Yangxin.

Wei Yansi was dressed in casual clothes with blood stains on her head. She was afraid that branches would grow out of the knot, so she walked around to the back door of the Hall of Nourishment, hid in the bedroom, washed up, put on a bright yellow satin robe, and put on a lotus pattern jasper crown.

Try to step forward in a calm and gentle manner and sit in the gold-wrapped throne under the plaque of “Diligence and Prosperity.”

“You Aiqing came because of the Red Lotus Sect on the banks of the Shuiyue River, which disturbed the people. I understand all of them.”

She ordered them to investigate the matter immediately, even if they dig Yanjing three feet into the ground, they must find out all the red lotus anti-thief hiding in the dark.

“Dare to ask long live,” Lu Chijing was obviously furious at the frenzy of the anti-thief, and the words squeezed out between his teeth were bitingly cold, “What should I do if I catch it.”

Wei Yan slapped the armrest fiercely: “Kill!”

The hall fell into a suffocating silence.

The **** on duty at the door is not only a place to go to the Hall of Yangxin, nor is it just a master who is loyal to Wei Yansi. Each can see the complex look in the eyes of the left and right companions.

They waited patiently until the discussion in the hall was over, and spread the news to Huangji Hall, where the Supreme Emperor was located, and Qianchun Palace where the concubine and concubine Chen were located, using the moonlight to touch the darkness.

Feng He was the queen mother. He endured the pain of the wound and went to Cining Palace to report the matter. The **** in charge said that the queen mother was out of the palace at sunset, and he has not returned until now. They were also anxious and had already sent someone out to look for it.

At the same time, Ning Chen, who was safely escorted back to the princess mansion by Qu Jinyao, had just finished bathing in the Tangchi and was smashing things in the flower hall.

Tea cups, vases, candles, incense burners…all fell to the ground and turned into tatters, sprinkled everywhere in ambiguity and filth.

The mess in the room made the servants who were waiting on the side frightened and knelt on the ground, afraid to speak.

Ning Chen kicked over the chair and yelled incoherently: “Brother Emperor loved me the most before, and she only loved me! It’s all because of that song Jinying! How is she better than me!”

The female envoy Xia Yuan came to report that the emperor was assassinated two hours ago, and the county lord Qinghui was seriously injured.

Ning Chen walked quickly to Xia Yuan, stood on the steps, and looked at her condescendingly.

“Where is the emperor brother?”

“Long live the blessing of heaven, and it’s okay.”

“Is the news reliable?”

“Our people have been following Qu Jinyao. After he left our princess mansion, he returned to Shuiyuehe. When he encountered riots, it took a while to find the county lord Qinghui, and the county lord dragged him to rescue him.”

Ning Chen bit her finger. This is her habitual movement when she is nervous: “What about the palace? Is there anything unusual?”

“There is news from the Hall of Yangxin. Long live the veteran of Wenyuan Pavilion who didn’t want to know about her sneaking out of the palace, so she quietly changed her clothes back.”

Ning Chen sneered: “She is afraid of getting involved in Qu Jinying, I have to keep her from doing what she wants.”

The author has something to say: Many friends question whether Wei Yansi is an s-level, she really is, and you will know in a dozen chapters. This s-level is very useful for promoting the emotional line (I can’t elaborate, it will Attract the attention of Lu Jinjiang)