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Yan Qingning blinked, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer.

He slowly stood up from the bed, holding his dizzy head with one hand, holding on to the armrest of the bed with the other hand, and climbed up unsteadily.

There was some noise outside, but he didn't pay attention to it and went to wash up.

"Qingning, it's time for us to set off."

Shen Zhuo'an's voice suddenly came from outside the door. Yan Qingning rinsed the smell of blood in his mouth with water and responded vaguely: "I know."

As soon as he responded, he couldn't bear it and vomited out dark blood clots again, which instantly covered his hands and even the edges of his clothes.

Yan Qingning frowned, washed the blood on his hands with water, wiped his mouth clean, and made sure there was nothing wrong with him before slowly opening the door.

Shen Zhuo'an had been waiting outside the door early in the morning. Considering Yan Qingning's rest problem, he did not knock on the door to disturb him at the beginning.

"Qing Ning, I'll take you away." Shen Zhuo'an reached out to him, as if to hold him.

Yan Qingning slapped his hand away mercilessly, her delicate eyebrows full of arrogance, and the disgust evident in her eyes: "Brother, I am no longer a child!"

Shen Zhuo'an retracted his hand angrily and handed him the oil paper bag behind him: "You slept deeply this morning. You haven't eaten yet, so you should eat something to cushion your stomach."

Yan Qingning frowned and stared at him suspiciously, not daring to reach out and take it.

What's going on with the mission goals in this world?

Taking the initiative to increase the love value can be explained by the effectiveness of the Love Gu. What's going on with this low-key look?

Shen Zhuo'an smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, I didn't poison you."

Perhaps considering that there were many people around him, Yan Qingning did not express his disgust directly, but just stared at the oil paper bag in his hand with vigilance.

When the waiter from a passing store saw the two brothers confronting each other, he just thought they were having a conflict and helped Shen Zhuo'an: "Young Master, your brother went to the West Street early in the morning to queue up for you to buy that jujube cake. Do you want it?" It’s not a serious matter of life. You look at him looking so pitiful, why don’t you just forgive him?”

Jujube cake?

The roaring flames of war suddenly appeared in his vague memory. Shen Zhuoan and another cold-hearted man in front of him gradually overlapped, making him a little dazed.

Fortunately, his dazed moment was very short, and the waiter didn't notice anything was wrong.

In order to prevent the waiter from asking further questions, he took the initiative to accept the oil paper bag handed over by Shen Zhuoan and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother."

Shen Zhuo'an retracted his hand, took some broken silver and sent the waiter away. Then he said to Yan Qingning, "If you don't like it, I can buy you something else."

Yan Qingning ignored him, peeled off the oil paper and bit into the jujube cake inside, and said vaguely: "The Zen position edict is pressed under my bed. After I die, you..."

"I'll let you live."

Yan Qingning glanced at him and swallowed the jujube cake in his mouth: "But I don't want to live."

Shen Zhuo'an was silent for a moment, then reached out to him to avoid the topic: "I have already sent someone to book the carriage. Our next stop will be directly to Jiangbei."

Yan Qingning did not hold the hand he extended, and was not even willing to turn her head to look at him: "Let's go."

Shen Zhuoan stared at his empty hand and followed him with lowered eyes.

"The emperor of our country Yu sent General Chen to the border to negotiate peace with the barbarians. Do you all know about this?"

"Tsk... Isn't that idiot emperor asking our country, Dayu, to surrender to those barbarians and pay tribute to them?"

"That's really not the case!"

"Then the idiot emperor can't exploit our common people to provide sacrifices to those barbarians?"

"Don't call my little emperor a fool, he is a wise king!"

"What's going on?"

"The little emperor of our country Yu sent General Chen to give it to the barbarians. It was a covenant. It said that the barbarians were allowed to open a market to the border of our country of Yu, and they were allowed to do business with the people of our country of Yu, but they were not allowed to rob them again. It’s something that belongs to the people of our Yu Kingdom.”

"Can those barbarians agree to such an aggrieved alliance?!"

"You have to agree even if you don't agree! Don't forget, the one sent by Yu State is Old General Chen, who has been on the battlefield for many years! How can any barbarian dare to resist just because of the prestige of Old General Chen?"

……

There was another discussion about Yan Qingning in the tea house and restaurant, but this time there were many more positive voices.

Yan Qingning paused slightly, looked back at Shen Zhuoan, and did not speak directly.

Shen Zhuo'an tentatively reached forward to grab his hand. Seeing that he had no intention of resisting, he dared to hold it a little.

Yan Qingning did not throw away his hand, but stood at the fence on the second floor, quietly listening to the positive or questioning voices coming from the lobby.

Shen Zhuo'an quietly moved his steps, came close to him, and whispered to him: "Your Majesty, I know what you have done, I know your political achievements, I will make the people forget the rumors I created, and remember that they belong to Your history.”

The light-colored eyes flickered slightly, but Yan Qingning didn't have any special expression about this.

"Your Majesty, please trust me for a moment."

Yan Qingning only felt a little ironic after listening to his words.

He shook off Shen Zhuo'an's hand, took the initiative to widen the distance between the two, and walked downstairs without looking back, passing through those who praised, questioned, or disdained him with an indifferent attitude. And calmly.

Shen Zhuo'an stared at his palms that had lost their warmth, a look of sadness flashed across his deep eyes, but he followed his steps downstairs and walked out of the inn together.

Yan Qingning ignored Shen Zhuo'an behind him, leaned on the side of the carriage and climbed up, lifted the curtain and went in to sit.

I thought that by doing this, I could please His Majesty...

Shen Zhuo'an's eyes were filled with sadness, but he also climbed onto the carriage, held the reins, and spontaneously took on the responsibility of the groom.

The carriage traveled leisurely along the path, the sound of the wheels turning and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground merged, and for a while there was no other noise.

The sadness in Shen Zhuo'an's eyes deepened, and the hand holding the reins gradually lost its strength, causing the carriage to slow down unconsciously.

"Shen Zhuo'an, you have to be clear. Not all injuries can be made up for."

Yan Qingning's voice came from the carriage. It was cold and indifferent, making people feel a little heartless.

Shen Zhuo'an subconsciously tightened the reins in his hands and murmured vaguely in the wind in the forest: "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong..."

His voice was so soft that it was difficult to hear it mixed with the wind.

Yan Qingning didn't hear what he said. He leaned against the inner wall of the carriage and closed his eyes to calm down. The cold voice sounded again.

"Shen Zhuo'an, you can't completely control the direction of public opinion."

"People will only believe what they see and what they hear, and they will only believe what they think is the truth and justice. How easy is it to change their minds?"

"So, I won't believe you..."