The Sons of Destiny Brawled in the Street While This Prince Cracked Melon Seeds on the Sidelines
Ye Qingyun drew his knife and walked into the alley after the rain.
I'm going to ask him.
His eyes were bloodshot.
"Is it pleasant to be the Second Prince's dog?"
study.
Gu Moran the secret letter from the south of the city under the lamp, pressed her fingertip against Ye Qingyun's hand, and went to the free clinic tent with her knife.
He turned the letter back and pushed it to Uncle Fu's side.
Make two copies and send them to Yuan Shen and Cao Jin immediately.
Uncle Fu's hand, which was about to take the letter, froze in mid-air.
"Your Highness, if Ye Qingyun really starts a fight, won't it ruin our grand plan? Should we send Zhao Si to suppress him first?"
Gu Moran looked up.
He mentally scanned the locations of the Shun'an Lane entrance, the medicine stall, the martial arts school, and the Jingzhao Prefecture office.
"No need, the commotion is just right."
Uncle Fu looked at him, a worried expression on his face.
"But there are too many patients tonight, Chu Tianxing still in the shed. Could Ye Qingyun really hurt a patient if he goes crazy?"
Gu Moran picked up another piece of paper, dipped the tip of his pen in ink, and quickly wrote a few lines.
"So quickly notify those two to bring their constables over. Don't do it secretly. Seal off the alley, register the names, make a list—do it all according to official regulations, make it a grand affair."
Uncle Fu took the paper and glanced at it.
"Does Your Highness intend to turn tonight's private duel into the start of a crackdown on corruption in the south of the city?"
Gu Moran said, "We cannot let down Young Master Ye's timely help."
Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment, then asked the question nonetheless.
"Does Your Highness still wish to go?"
Gu Moran looked out the window.
"Go."
Uncle Fu hurriedly said, "Then this old servant will prepare the carriage."
Gu Moran his head.
"Not taking a car would attract too much attention."
Uncle Fu frowned.
"But there are many people in the south of the city tonight, and this old servant fears that Your Highness may be in danger."
Gu Moran tucked the folding fan from his sleeve into his bosom.
"I'm going to see a play, not performing on stage. If all else fails, I'll try the secret technique Madam Lin gave me."
Uncle Fu didn't respond for a moment.
Seeing that he was still standing, Gu Moran added a sentence.
"Also, bring two people to carry the boxes of medicinal herbs. Don't just stand there empty-handed; it would make me look too immoral."
Uncle Fu lowered his head.
"This old servant understands."
Two circles of people had already gathered outside the free clinic tent. The front row consisted of patients from the poor neighborhood, while the back row was made up of onlookers who had come after hearing the discussions.
Chu Tianxing was squatting beside the medicine table, changing the festering sores on an old man's knee.
Shuhe tugged at Ye Qingyun's sleeve, his face a mixture of rain and sweat.
"Young master, let's go back."
Ye Qingyun's left arm hung at his side, his right hand gripped a knife, and his face was deathly pale.
"Get out of the way."
Shuhe was so anxious that his voice cracked.
"Give me the knife quickly. Instructor Liu said, Physician Chu also said, your hand needs rest."
Ye Qingyun looked at the medicine box next to the medicine table. The lid was not closed tightly, and a corner of a high-quality ginseng slice was sticking out. The sealing wax of the Second Prince's Residence was still on.
Those two idle words kept replaying in his mind.
The second prince gave him poison.
Chu Tianxing had accepted bribes from the Second Prince and knew the inside story, but he did not stop the Second Prince.
Inside the shed.
Chu Tianxing tied the old man's knees with a strip of cloth before looking up at Ye Qingyun.
" Young Master Ye, you came to my shed with a knife in the middle of the night and have been standing there for so long. Do you want to see a doctor, or do you want to send me on my way?"
Ye Qingyun stared at him.
"Did you accept gifts and conspire with the powerful to harm me?"
Chu Tianxing was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what this fool was doubting.
He smiled as he put the medicine scissors back on the wooden tray, then looked at the medicine box given to him by the Second Prince.
"Harm you? Your hand isn't even healed yet, and you've already developed paranoia?"
"I will naturally accept the medicinal herbs offered by others."
"I won't accept your visiting card."
"I am a doctor; medicine can save lives. These visiting cards will make me lose my appetite."
Ye Qingyun sneered.
"You picked them all very cleanly."
Chu Tianxing glanced at his drooping left arm, then at the bulging veins on his neck, and kindly offered some advice.
If you keep delaying, your hand will be ruined in a couple of days.
Shuhe's face turned pale.
" Physician Chu, please save my young master!"
Ye Qingyun flung Shuhe.
"Shut up."
Chu Tianxing stood up.
"When you practice your exercises, you try to lift your Qi upwards, which blocks the flow in your shoulders and neck, and puts pressure on the meridians in your left arm."
"You've really gone down the wrong path! Why won't you listen to advice?"
Quiet murmurs arose from the crowd of onlookers.
"Did you practice the wrong thing?"
"Wasn't Young Master Ye said to be a martial arts genius?"
Even geniuses can make mistakes in practice?
Ye Qingyun gripped the knife tighter in his right hand, the pain in his palm becoming palpable.
Now even the poor people of Shun'an Lane are laughing at Ye Qingyun?
He felt a metallic taste in his throat, but he swallowed it back down.
" Chu Tianxing, you accepted bribes and are deliberately ruining my reputation here, aren't you?"
Chu Tianxing frowned.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm talking about your illness. Believe me, you really are sick."
Ye Qingyun took a step forward, his eyes blazing with fury.
You're talking about my life!!!
Chu Tianxing out to stop the old man behind him.
"Old man, something's wrong! Quickly step back!"
The old man, clutching his legs, shakily moved towards the pillar of the shed.
Shuhe rushed over and hugged Ye Qingyun's waist.
"Young master, please don't act impulsively. You'll regret it if you do."
Ye Qingyun felt the warmth rising from his palms, traveling up his wrists and down to his shoulders and neck as he held the bamboo scroll in his arms.
His left arm ached as if it were being constricted by an iron clamp, but this actually helped him stand more steadily.
"I have enough regrets already."
He slammed the back of the knife into the medicine table.
Chu Tianxing grabbed his medicine box to block the attack.
With a muffled thud, the medicine box struck the back of the knife, the buckle popped open, and several packets of herbs fell into the muddy water.
The crowd backed away, their screams echoing outside the tent.
Chu Tianxing was so shocked that he retreated to the table, feeling a tightness in his chest, but he still protected the old man behind him.
" Ye Qingyun, are you insane? How dare you commit violence in public?!"
Ye Qingyun drew his knife again.
Explain yourself.
Chu Tianxing pulled out the silver needle and held it between his fingers.
"I can explain myself clearly, word by word, but are you even listening? Can you calm down?"
Ye Qingyun stared at the needles, his mind devoid of reason, filled only with rage.
"You dare pull out the needle? I think you're trying to cripple me completely!"
Chu Tianxing cursed.
"I fucking wanted to save you."
Ye Qingyun pressed down with his sword again.
Chu Tianxing dodged to the side, and his silver needle aimed at Ye Qingyun's shoulder well.
Ye Qingyun twisted his right shoulder, and the hilt of his knife smashed open Chu Tianxing's wrist. The silver needle grazed the fabric and fell into the mud.
Outside the shed, under the eaves of the tea stall.
Gu Moran stood in the shadows, watching the two fight their way from the medicine shed to the alley entrance.
Uncle Fu said in a low voice, "Your Highness, a fight has really broken out."
Gu Moran watched Ye Qingyun's increasingly chaotic footsteps, and then saw Chu Tianxing repeatedly avoid the patient's location.
"The show is about to begin."
At the end of the alley, the yamen runner's lantern was lit.
Gu Moran glanced at it and handed the prepared draft to Uncle Fu.
"Go."
Uncle Fu took the draft and turned to squeeze into the crowd.
At the same time, Ye Qingyun mustered his courage again.
The heat from the bamboo tube rushed to my shoulders and neck, and my left arm suddenly dropped completely, causing me to lean to the side.
Taking advantage of this opening, Chu Tianxing used a silver needle to poke at the side of his neck, trying to stop the chaotic energy.
The moment the needle touched the ground, Ye Qingyun's body surged with heat, and the silver needle snapped instantly.
Chu Tianxing was struck in the chest by the hilt of Ye Qingyun's knife, and his back slammed into a pillar of the medicine shed, causing the wooden shed to sway twice.
Ye Qingyun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his right-hand knife fell into the mud.
Shuhe rushed over to help him.
"Young Master!"
Chu Tianxing leaned against a pillar, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face grim.
Cao Jin's shout came from the alley entrance.
"Seal off the alley!"
Yuan Shen followed behind, glancing at the damaged medicine shed, the frightened patients, the long sword that had fallen to the ground, and then looked at Ye Qingyun and Chu Tianxing.
The lantern in his hand swayed in the wind, its light falling into the mud and shattering into pieces.
"How dare you! Tonight, no one will settle this case privately!"
[Thank you so much for Yukiko's love letter, Rival's capsules and confetti, and everyone's urging for more updates. I'm having writer's block again, that's it.]