nucmednet Chapter 195: Ying Zheng stayed in Qi Pan’s bedroom for one night.
Chapter 195: Ying Zheng stayed in Qi Pan’s bedroom for one night.
After saying this, he retreated cautiously.
Go to the main hall to get the memorials that Ying Zheng has not yet dealt with today, as well as the remaining government affairs from Fusu and Wang Wan.
Judging from Your Majesty's attitude, you will stay in the Imperial Master's bedroom until dawn tonight.
He would have to go to the imperial kitchen later to give some instructions.
Ask them to prepare more tea and midnight snacks.
So that Your Majesty won’t be hungry in the middle of the night.
We also need to prepare some of the sweets that the national teacher likes.
If the Imperial Master wakes up in the middle of the night, it would be a good opportunity to have something to fill his stomach.
Ying Zheng set up a table next to Qi Pan's bed and sat there to handle state affairs.
The dim candlelight shone on Ying Zheng's body.
He handled the various government affairs in a busy and orderly manner.
Qi Pan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly.
midnight.
Ying Zheng finally finished dealing with all government affairs.
He asked Xia Lin and the palace servants to move the processed memorials and tables away quietly.
Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan who was sleeping soundly, stood up, and was about to take a few steps.
A corner of the wide sleeve was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Ying Zheng looked down.
Grasping his sleeve was a thin, white hand.
Look up at Qi Pan.
I saw Qi Pan frowning in his sleep.
The hand that grasped his sleeve became tighter and tighter.
Ying Zheng sat back down.
He did not brush away Qipan's hand that was holding his sleeve.
Instead, he used his other hand to touch Qi Pan's head soothingly.
The large palm with dry warmth soothed the fear in Qi Pan's heart.
Her emotions slowly calmed down.
His tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
His breathing became steady again.
Qi Pan curled up in his sleep.
He grasped Ying Zheng's sleeves tightly with both hands and put his head close to him.
She buried her cheek deeply into the man's sleeves.
Looking at his sleeves being pulled to pieces, Ying Zheng was not angry.
He was just a little worried as he looked at Qipan who was curled up in his arms and sleeping holding his sleeve.
Ying Zheng did not sleep all night.
He just sat on the edge of the bed, with the sleeve of one hand tightly grasped by Qi Pan, unable to move.
With the other hand, he held the quilt over Qi Pan to prevent it from slipping off and catching a cold.
The man's sleeves were exceptionally wide, covering most of Qi Pan's body.
When Qi Pan woke up, he found himself holding Ying Zheng's sleeve.
She quickly let go of her hand.
"Brother Zheng, you...I..."
Qi Pan, with messy hair, looked at Ying Zheng, then at the sky outside which was already bright.
Qi Pan: "Brother, you didn't sleep all night? You just sat here all night?"
Ying Zheng: "It wasn't even all night. I also handled some government affairs."
He withdrew his numb hand and put it behind his back.
"If you are hungry, sir, get up, wash up, and have some breakfast."
Qi Pan: "Okay, I'll get up right away."
Thinking that Ying Zheng was here and accompanied me for a whole night.
Qi Pan said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Um, brother, thank you for last night."
"Thank you for staying with me all night."
Otherwise she would definitely not have been able to sleep last night.
Ying Zheng: "You are too kind, sir."
"Sir, you are the only one who is most familiar with me here. If I don't accompany you, who else can accompany you?"
He raised his hand and called Xia Lin, "Prepare some warm water and help the master wash up."
Xia Lin: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng: "Sir, please get up and change your clothes first. I will wait for you in the front hall and we will have breakfast together later."
Qipan: “Okay.”
After a simple breakfast, Ying Zheng assigned a new group of craftsmen to Qi Pan and Ying Yinman.
Qi Pan and Ying Yinman set out again with new craftsmen to the gunpowder research base.
When a new group of craftsmen followed Qi Pan and Ying Yinman to the temporary residence.
I saw a reddish-brown area on the open space in front of my residence.
Some of the grass was soaked until it looked bright red.
Some craftsmen murmured in confusion.
"Strange, why is the color of the soil on this piece of land a little different?"
"Yeah, the ones next to it are still yellow, but why is this one a little black and even a little dark red?"
"Is there something buried underground? That's why this piece of land is so different from the others?"
"Hey, do you guys smell anything...strange?"
"Huh? A strange smell? No."
"Hiss, I seem to smell something, it smells a bit fishy..."
"Hmm? Fishy? Let me smell it."
A craftsman squatted down curiously, dug some soil with his hands, and smelled it.
"Eh...it smells fishy."
Just when he was feeling disgusted and wanted to throw away the dirt on his hands.
I saw something on the ground.
He reached out and picked it up, taking a closer look.
The next moment, he threw it out with a scream.
"what!!!"
"Hands! Fingers....human fingers!"
Hearing this, the craftsmen nearby all jumped three feet high in fright.
He immediately ran to the side.
Away from the large expanse of reddish-brown grass.
Only then did they realize that there were pieces of meat scattered on some places on the grass.
Moreover, the reddish-brown marks cover a large and complete area.
Instead, it is pieced together piece by piece.
It looks like it's been stained with the blood of every person.
Some of the gaps still appear to be the same color as normal land.
A craftsman pointed to a patch of reddish-brown soil at his feet that looked like it had been sprayed.
He said in a trembling voice: "Look at this... Does it look like human blood spurting out?"
Craftsman: "Stop... stop talking, I want to vomit..."
"I'm so scared...my legs are weak..."
"Help me up, I...I can't stand anymore."
Looking at the craftsmen, all of them had pale faces and trembling legs.
He looked unsteady on his feet and was about to faint.
Qi Pan stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.
"The ones lying over there are the craftsmen from your previous batch."
"The ground is spilt with their blood."
"If you don't study gunpowder well, you will want to learn from them."
"Then the next batch lying over there will be you."
"You are the ones who feed the grass with your blood."
The craftsmen looked in the direction of Qipan's finger.
See there's a new pile of dirt over there.
The mud on the pile was still fresh.
It was just built not long ago.
Then think about what Qi Pan said.
Buried under that mound of earth are their previous batch of craftsmen?
Look at the land beneath your feet again.
That dark brown thing turned out to be blood.
It is the blood of their previous batch of craftsmen.
The craftsmen looked at Qi Pan and Ying Yinman and instantly became frightened.
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