Beauty in the Country

Dahaer sat on a chair with his hands and feet tied. He looked at Yan Junyi and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Chen Bing wore a human skin mask on her face, and Dahaer could not recognize her identity at all.

Yan Junyi did not pay attention to Dahaer immediately. Chen Bing brought a chair and placed it opposite Dahaer. He sat down and then looked at Dahaer and said, "Who do you think I am?"

At this time, Yan Junyi's voice was naturally not his original voice. His voice was gloomy and had a strong sense of oppression.

Seeing such a man, the panic in Dahaer's heart spread little by little. Many people called him the most brutal wolf behind the Qianyu tribe. In fact, they didn't know that he was also afraid of death. He didn't want to die at all. If it weren't for cherishing his life, he wouldn't have listened to that person and came to the capital to deliberately cause trouble for Gong Mohan.

"I, I don't know!" Daha's voice trembled slightly.

"I heard that you bet with Gong Mohan, you lost the bet. Gong Mohan wants your head on your neck. If I hadn't saved you, would you still have life now? So, I am your savior, don't you know?"

Dahaer swallowed, but for a moment, he didn't respond. He understood very well that the person in front of him was not saving him at all, he just had his own purpose. If he really saved him, he would not have locked him up here.

"A person who knows the times is a hero. If you can satisfy me, I might let you go." Yan Junyi said again.

"Really, really?" The instinct of survival ignited a glimmer of hope in Daha'er's heart.

Yan Junyi nodded and said, "But it depends on your performance."

"Don't worry, as long as I know, I will tell you everything!" Dahaer said anxiously.

"Okay, I'll ask you, whose envoy you have come to trouble King Han?"

Dahaer was shocked and looked at Yan Junyi and said, "How do you know?"

Chen Bing shouted angrily: "Master asked you to say it, just say it quickly, where is so much nonsense?"

Dahaer was shocked and hurriedly said, "Yes, it's Xue Qingtian!"

"Xue Qingtian?" Yan Junyi frowned: "Is it the Xue Qingtian from Linshan?" He had heard of Xue Qingtian before. It is said that he is a famous hidden master and has always lived in seclusion in Linshan.

"It's him!"

"Why did he ask you to trouble King Han?"

"I don't know why, he just said that he and King Han were old enemies. He helped me take the position of command. I helped him get rid of King Han. He also gave me a pill and said, "If I don't help him, I will die of poison."

An old enemy?

Linshan is neither in Nanchu nor in Dongliao, so how could Xue Qingtian make enemies with Gong Mohan?

Yan Junyi was thinking secretly. At this moment, a bold guess suddenly appeared in his mind. Could Xue Qingtian be the Eighteen Ghost Shadow Eighteen Knights who had a deep hatred of Gong Mohan back then?

Yan Junyi naturally knew about the battle between the Ghost King Po in Southern Chu and the Eastern Liao Dynasty three years ago. At this moment, he felt more and more that Xue Qingtian was one of the Eighteen Ghost Shadows.

In this case, how to grab Zhi'er from Gong Mohan's hands would have a good idea.

He looked at Dahaer and sarcastically said, "Xue Qingtian asked you to help him get rid of King Han, so you can frame him with a piano, so that you can try to get rid of him?"

Dahaer didn't say anything. Now that he thought about it, he was indeed a little whimsical.

Yan Junyi glanced at him coldly, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Dahaer hurriedly said, "Oh my lord, you promised to let me go!"

"What's the rush? Do you want to go out and be killed by King Han? Don't worry, the time is up, I will let you out naturally."

Yan Junyi turned around, the corner of his mouth under the face towel raised slightly, and a bloodthirsty curve appeared, which he would definitely make him die.

He returned to the mansion, entered the yard, and paused in the direction of the main house. Then, he quickly stepped into the house, closed the door, and set up a sound insulation array in the house.

A woman in a blue cloak stood in the middle of the room. She then slowly turned around, looked at Yan Junyi and said, "Where have you gone?"

"Mom." Yan Junyi shouted, took off his cloak, put it in the closet, and then said: "I asked Chen Bing to rob Dahaer and just went outside the city to interrogate him."

The woman looked like she was in her thirties. After hearing this, her face calmed down a little and asked, "Do you think Nadaha will be useful to our great cause?"

"Is it useful? I will know if it is used." Yan Junyi almost changed the topic: "Mom, you are here to find me so late, is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing, but in the past few days, my mother was a little nervous and always felt that there was something bad about her." The woman paused and said, "Ayi, now is a critical moment. You must not be careless. You must think twice about everything. Do you understand?"

When Yan Junyi heard this again, a strong resistance arose in his heart. He didn't want to listen at all. He wanted to live a good life for himself, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He said, "Mom, don't worry, I know that it's late at night, you go back and rest."

"Ayi, mom knows that you are in pain, but for the sake of my Dayue's great cause of restoring the country, you will bear it for the time being. When you ascend to the Nine Five Lord and restore the national name of my Dayue, you can do whatever you want." The woman held Yan Junyi's hand and said again.

The great cause of restoring the country?

Yan Junyi felt desolate in his heart. Could it be that he lived this life for the so-called great cause of restoring the country? Even if Dayue’s national name is restored, is this still Dayue a hundred years ago?

The world has changed a lot, and things have changed.

No, he can't continue like this. He doesn't want any great cause to restore the country, nor does he want any honor. He just wants such a person to be with him until he is old and live like a small bridge and flowing water.

"Mom, I know, I'm tired, you go back." At this time, he naturally couldn't say it out, and he would never let his mother know.

"Okay, mom is back, you can rest early."

"Um."

After the woman left, Yan Junyi did not go to bed, but came to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of paper, thinking about Rong Qianzhi playing the piano in the hall, he picked up a pen and started drawing on the paper.

Soon, a picture of a woman playing the piano appeared on the paper, and it was lifelike. He put down his pen and picked up the painting. Looking at the candlelight jumping on the candlestick, he put the painting on the flames, and the painting suddenly started to burn.

Three years ago, Guiwangpo fought and burned Gong Mohan's three thousand soldiers to death. Gong Mohan pretended to be crazy and endured for three years. If a fire "burned" Zhi'er, what would happen to Gong Mohan? Will he really go crazy? He couldn't help but look forward to it.
Chapter completed!