Those years when I was a tool person

Rong Ying came back to his senses from the mess of thoughts, he approached Qi Yan, and said as he walked, "He's recovering well."

Qi Yan watched Rong Ying walking towards him step by step, clenched fists under the quilt.

The next moment, Rong Ying suddenly turned around and walked towards the table where the medicine bowl was placed.

Qi Yan's gaze followed Rong Ying to the porcelain bowl containing the darkest concoction he had ever drank in his life. He watched Rong Ying's slender and slender fingers hold up the porcelain bowl. The glaze and the white fingers complement each other, and the porcelain bowl, which had no sense of existence, suddenly becomes eye-catching.

Qi Yan watched Rong Ying walk to the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, and then he tilted his hand slightly, and the black medicine juice flowed down the side of the bowl, flowed through his hair, and slid down his cheeks into the bedding.

"tasty?"

Rong Ying's voice rang in his ears, Qi Yan let go of his clenched fist under the quilt, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, looked up at Rong Ying, expressionless: "Is it fun?"

"Of course it's fun." Rong Ying put down the porcelain bowl, and called the boy who was guarding outside: "Have someone boil another bowl of medicine and bring it here."

Qi Yan: "..."

He really thought that Rongying thought it was fun, pouring him a bowl of concoction was not enough, so he wanted another bowl.

But when the servant who delivered the medicine put the medicine on the table, Rong Ying didn't see any movement. He said, "Do you want me to feed you if you don't drink it?"

Qi Yan didn't move.

Rong Ying made a gesture to get a spoon to feed him, but Qi Yan snatched it away.

Seeing that Qi Yan was finally willing to take the medicine obediently, Rong Ying turned her face away and let out a sigh of relief: Bullying is really a technical job. You have to worry about the physical condition of the person being bullied, not to aggravate his injury too much, and you have to consider bullying. If you can't abuse your body, you have to change your mind to abuse your heart, psychologically suppress, press the hero's dignity on the ground and rub hard.

Sprinkling medicinal juice on people is a bit low, a bit like a concubine fighting for favor in a house fighting drama and splashing water on the face of the big house as soon as she gains power...but this is the best method Rong Ying can think of at this stage .

After all, it is too difficult for a young man who has worked in modern times for more than [-] years to suddenly make him a pervert who likes to watch people dying.

He couldn't watch a person struggle without being indifferent.

You can only bully and bully.

Qi Yan drank the medicine in one go, Rong Ying waited for him to put down the medicine bowl, sat on the edge of the bed with his chin propped up and said lazily: "I heard that you are very accurate with arrows?"

Qi Yan paused, did not speak, and did not look at Rong Ying.

Rong Ying's purpose is not to force Qi Yan to speak. To be honest, the less Qi Yan speaks, the more introverted his character is. It is most suitable for this kind of person to use mental suppression. As long as he tries hard to die, Qi Yan will treat him The hatred must be rising.

"Since you can sit down, it must be no problem to stand up. I want you to teach me archery."

Before Qi Yan figured out the relationship between sitting and standing, the servant called by Rong Ying dragged him off the bed, and walked into the yard without even getting dressed.

There was a dull pain in his left leg, Qi Yan gritted his teeth and endured it, he struggled, the servants had nowhere to do it for a while, and accidentally threw him on the ground.

Rong Ying took the purple-gold longbow that the servant ran back to his room to bring. He knelt down, took the bow and pointed it at Qi Yan's face. A red mark.

"If you like to teach this way, you can do it according to you, lest people say that I am unreasonable after it spreads." Rong Ying looked at the others: "My son, I have always been a considerate person, and I never embarrass people who are seriously injured. Say it right?"

All the servants, including Rong Ying's personal servant, all nodded their heads.

Rong Ying withdrew his eyes in satisfaction, and continued to look at Qi Yan who had fallen silent again. He threw the purple gold longbow over, but he didn't expect to directly smash open the wound on Qi Yan's waist. He blocked it back in his throat in time.

"Why are you staring blankly? Teach me!" Rong Ying said with her neck stuck.

Qi Yan raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, the pain from the wound on his waist did not change his expression: "I won't."

As a pervert, seeing such a look in his eyes naturally wouldn't give up, Rongying's face changed immediately, and he dutifully played the role of an enraged dude: "Are you being tough with me here? Okay, okay, I want to see if you can be tough." When will it be?"

He got up and went out, leaving the servants in the room: "Since Archer Qi doesn't know how to shoot arrows, then you can teach him, but remember, teach him carefully, if he dies, you can also go with him. "

The servants understood that Young Master wanted them to teach this lifeless archer a lesson, but they couldn't hurt his life.

The boy closed the door for Rong Ying, and there was a muffled sound from inside the door, the sound of fists and feet being punched.

Rong Ying's mouth was pursed into a line, and he listened carefully to the voices inside, and only pushed the door open again when he felt that it was about the same.

When the servants saw him coming in, they immediately stopped and stood aside.

Qi Yan curled up on the ground and passed out.

Rong Ying took a close look at his condition, and saw several bruises on Qi Yan's uninjured face, and many small wounds on his body that were about to heal. , He turned back to the Qi Yan who was lying on the ground like a dead dog the day the Qi family was wiped out.

Because the servants kept Rongying's instructions in mind, they could not hurt Qi Yan's life, so he survived the two serious injuries this time, except that the waist was hit by Rongying with a bow and some blood oozes, and his left leg nothing serious.

Rong Ying ordered the servant to pick up Qi Yan from the ground and put him on the bed, and told the servant: "Go and call the doctor."

The boy couldn't figure out what it meant for the young master to save and hurt others like this, and he just thought that the young master in his current state should not be provoked, so he bent down and said yes, and hurried to invite the old doctor to come over .

Seeing Qi Yan being arranged properly with her own eyes, Rong Ying went back to her room.

Qi Yan didn't wake up, so Rong Ying took the time to go out, and he went to Qi's house.

Qi's house was in a quite remote alley, Rong Ying walked to the gate of Qi's house according to his memory, and before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

Because the Qi family suffered this disaster because they offended Feng Ling, the neighbors on the left and right did not dare to be troublesome, so the young and old of the Qi family are still lying in place until now.

Fortunately, it's just the beginning of spring, and the weather hasn't started to heat up yet, otherwise the people living nearby will have a hard time.

Rong Ying didn't let the servants go in with him.

Entering the courtyard of Qi's family, although Rong Ying was mentally prepared, she was still taken aback. There were dead people all over the courtyard, and there were bloodstains everywhere...all of which showed that the people living here suffered a lot. What a hellish night.

Rong Ying said silently in her heart: the dead are the greatest.

Then he took the corpses out of the pool of blood one by one and put them on a clean straw mat.

It was almost dark by the end of the day.

Rong Ying called in the servants who were waiting outside the door, followed by several coffins pulled by donkey carts.

After collecting the corpses for the members of the Qi family, Rong Ying buried them in Mugui Mountain not far from the city of Toad Palace.

A treasure land with beautiful scenery and excellent Feng Shui.

This can be regarded as accumulating evil virtue for Feng Ling, and he doesn't know if he can ask Qi Yan to let the Feng family father and daughter go if he uses this as an excuse in the future.

When returning home, Rong Ying ran into Zhao Fuqian's fiancé on the street, who was the prince of Yunyang.

Prince Yunyang saw Rong Ying from a distance, and walked over angrily, and reprimanded him, "What did you say to Qian'er?"

Rong Ying was confused when asked, "What?"

"Qian'er went to look for you, and cried a lot after returning. I asked you what you told her?"

Rong Ying spread her hands and said truthfully: "I didn't say anything, I just didn't let her see Qi Yan."

Prince Yunyang was taken aback for a moment, and his expression immediately became even uglier.

He also heard about what happened in the Spring Hunting Field. After all, the news that Feng Ling killed a whole family of bow masters in a fit of anger was widely spread in Toad Palace City.

But unlike those hearsay people, although he didn't mix with Feng Ling and the others, he knew something about their temperament, so he also understood that part of the reason behind this incident was Zhao Fuqian.

Rong Ying watched Prince Yunyang's face slowly turn green, and couldn't help comforting him: "But you don't have to worry, they haven't met."

It's not a matter of meeting or not, okay? !

Prince Yunyang roared inwardly. He felt that he was being tricked, but considering that the marriage with the Zhao family could not go wrong, he could only choose to suffer in silence.

Watching Prince Yunyang leave, Rong Ying whispered a word of happiness to his back, and continued walking home.

Not long after returning to Feng Mansion, someone came to report that Qi Yan was awake, but for some reason, he couldn't drink the medicine and threw up when he drank it.

When Rong Ying left, Qi Yan was weak and fell asleep after waking up not long after. He entered the room lightly, sat by the bed, and put a plate of candied fruit in his hand beside the medicine bowl.

Sitting was boring, Rong Ying's mind was active, and her eyes turned from Qi Yan to the table beside her.

After staring at the pitch-black concoction for a while, he reached out his hand hesitantly, picked up the medicine bowl, tasted a couple of mouthfuls, and quickly spit it out again.

"Hey, why is it so hard?"

Rong Ying seldom got sick since she was a child, and she never went to the hospital a few times, let alone drank traditional Chinese medicine.

It's just that someone who was sick at home helped me through it twice, but I still thought it tasted good just by smelling it, but I didn't expect to taste it today and it was so bad.

He hurriedly took a candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. After finally suppressing the bitter taste, Rong Ying tapped Qi Yan's forehead with his finger, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it: "Forget it!" Come on, sleep well."

Rong Ying got up to leave. Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. His expression was clear, not at all like he just woke up.

He sat up with one hand supporting the bed board, looked at the black stain on the ground with an inexplicable expression, and then looked at the extra plate of candied fruit on the table. After sitting for a long time, he reached out and took the medicine bowl and drank it. Quickly squeezed two candied fruit into his mouth.

He chewed the candied fruit, and his speech became slurred: "It's still very bitter."