"Sir —"
Yuan Chong, who was in a light sleep, heard the commotion and hurriedly jumped into the carriage. He found Cheng Jing in his undergarments, curled up with a pained expression.
"Sir!"
"Don't, don't make a sound —"
Cheng Jing interrupted Yuan Chong, breathing heavily. In no time, his forehead was covered in sweat, sliding down his cheeks and neck to his collarbone.
Yuan Chong did not dare to disobey Cheng Jing. Suppressing his panic, he turned around and got out of the carriage, driving away the guards who had rushed over.
"Everyone, keep up the vigil. Don't let go of any suspicious person!"
After doing this, he hurriedly returned to the carriage.
By then, Cheng Jing had barely recovered his kneeling position, but his face was still very pale.
"Sir, what happened?" Yuan Chong half-knelt on the ground, eager to help the swaying Cheng Jing. However, just as his hand reached out, Cheng Jing pushed it away. It was at this moment that Yuan Chong noticed a large patch of black marks crawling over Cheng Jing's right hand. "Sir!"
Cheng Jing's face was flushed, his breathing heavier and heavier. His cheeks were slightly swollen from exertion, and he looked to be in great pain.
"I'm fine …" Pushing Yuan Chong away, Cheng Jing took a moment to suppress the heart-wrenching pain. The fine veins that covered his eyes gradually faded. "Heng Shu, when … when you came in just now … did you … see anyone suspicious …"
Cheng Jing found it difficult to speak. He had to pant heavily to say two words, and even when he did, his speech was somewhat slurred.
How could Yuan Chong remain calm when he saw Cheng Jing in this state?
He looked around in panic, carefully searching through his memories, but did not see the "suspicious person" that Cheng Jing mentioned.
From the moment Cheng Jing called out his name to the moment he rushed into the carriage, only a breath or two had passed.
With such a short interval, unless it was a demon or ghost, it was impossible for an ordinary person to fly away under his nose.
"No, I was keeping watch outside just now, but I didn't see any suspicious figures …"
After saying this, Yuan Chong saw Cheng Jing's unsheathed sword beside him, the blade still stained with fresh blood.
"Sir, you're injured?"
No wonder Cheng Jing was in so much pain!
Cheng Jing raised his right hand, his wide sleeve sliding down to his elbow, revealing most of his fair arm.
Yuan Chong stared at Cheng Jing's arm and his scalp went numb!
He saw a mass of something that looked like thick ink wriggling on Cheng Jing's arm. At first, it was only a small piece, but it soon became a large piece!
He had never seen such a fantastical scene before.
"This, this … Mister … Could it be the Mister who was injured by demons?"
Yuan Chong was so anxious that his cheeks were flushed, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
Cheng Jing said, "I don't talk about strange powers and gods … Don't spout nonsense. If he was a demon, how could I have hurt him so easily? "
After saying that, he looked at the sword beside him with a solemn expression. The sharp blade was still stained with blood that was gradually darkening.
Yuan Chong was surprised, and the way he looked at Cheng Jing changed.
Scholars practiced the Six Arts of the Nobleman: Etiquette, Music, Archery, Imperial Strategy, Calligraphy, and Mathematics. To them, carrying a sword was more ornamental than practical.
To scholars, the significance of a sword was the same as jewelry to women.
However, this didn't mean that they couldn't fight. In fact, those scholars who could roam outside were all capable of both literature and martial arts.
They might not be able to defeat generals, but they had no problem dealing with ordinary people.
Yuan Chong calmed himself down and asked, "Mister, do you feel any discomfort?"
"My head hurts a little, but it's nothing serious … I stabbed that assassin. Get someone to follow the blood trail …"
Cheng Jing raised his hand and pulled down his sleeve, covering the ugly, strange, jet-black mark.
Recalling the fragrance of cosmetics, the woman he saw during the day floated into his mind, and he became more vigilant.
"Mister's hand … Do you want to find a doctor to take a look?"
Seeing Cheng Jing's calm reaction, Yuan Chong's panic that was growing like a vine in his heart also diminished.
Someone who could be injured by Cheng Jing naturally couldn't be a demon. Since it wasn't a demon, there was no need to be afraid.
Perhaps there was a traitor in the convoy, and the two of them worked together, so Yuan Chong didn't notice any suspicious person in his panic?
"Not for now." Cheng Jing's expression was solemn, and he waved his hand weakly. "That person will come back. Increase the patrols."
Cheng Jing was injured in front of Yuan Chong's eyes. This was a great humiliation to him.
However, he couldn't let the same thing happen a second time!
Yuan Chong said firmly, "Yes, don't worry, Mister. I will definitely guard this place to the death and not let any suspicious person escape. "
This night was destined to not be peaceful. Yuan Chong didn't dare to sleep, and the other guards didn't dare to let their guard down.
In the latter half of the night, Cheng Jing was so tired that he couldn't help but close his eyes to take a nap.
If it was any other day, Cheng Jing would have a dreamless night until dawn, but today was different. Dreams came one after another.
Rather than calling them dreams, they were more like memories of childhood, adolescence, and youth. Most of them were experiences that left a deep impression on him.
However … Cheng Jing felt that the dreams were a little strange. For no reason, there was an unknown person beside him!
Who was this person?
In the dream, Cheng Jing was puzzled.
Looking at the figure, it should be a woman.
A fragrant wind lingered around her, and her footsteps swayed gracefully.
An ethereal voice rang in his ears — — — — — -
"She's your lord, your benefactor, your best friend … She's someone you can never betray."
Cheng Jing was sleeping soundly, but his brows were furrowed, and he kept resisting the voice in his heart.
[What nonsense!]
When the carriage was filled with a hazy light, Cheng Jing slowly woke up, and his five senses gradually returned to him.
Just as he was about to get up, his head felt like it was going to explode.
"Heng Shu …" he called out. In the next second, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Yuan Chong bent down to enter. "Any news?"
Yuan Chong knew what Cheng Jing was asking about, and he said guiltily, "I'm ashamed, and I've learned something."
"Forget it. After a short rest, we'll continue our journey."
Cheng Jing's brows were furrowed, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed his temples. He said hoarsely, "Finish this as soon as possible, so that the lord doesn't have to wait for too long."
"She's your lord, your benefactor, your best friend … She's someone you can never betray."
Not only in his dreams, but even when he was awake, the voice rang in his ears like a ghost.
Cheng Jing didn't tell Yuan Chong about these details. Instead, he stared at the mark on his right hand, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
On the other side, the person who had been stabbed by Cheng Jing was also full of anxiety.
Because Cheng Jing was a scholar, his sword was always sheathed at his waist. She had been careless for a moment, and did not expect Cheng Jing to be so vigilant, stabbing her without warning. Fortunately, she had the System Portable Space and escaped quickly, or else she would have been caught red-handed.
"System, the loyalty talisman should have been planted, right?"
The System said, "The planting was successful, but Cheng Jing is tenacious and cautious, so the loyalty talisman can't take effect immediately. We can only slowly grind it out."
Ordinary people lacked judgment and were easily deceived. The [Loyalty Talisman] usually took effect immediately when used on them.
If they encountered someone with a high IQ, the success rate would plummet to less than half.
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