One of the soldiers wondered: “Wasn’t the Emperor never interested in the barracks? Why did he suddenly come today?” Another soldier with a sharp face and thin eyes sneered and replied to him: “Stupid, General Sun is seriously ill. The Emperor must have come because of the matter regarding the General’s position.”
“The General’s position must definitely go to General Li!” Someone said.
The sharp faced soldier touched his chin: “I don’t think so, after all, the close friend of Wuning Wangye is…cough…”
Knowing that he almost consciously said the wrong thing, the sharp faced soldier coughed and stopped talking.
The several soldiers that came out of the military account were about to go to the competition arena, when they suddenly saw an Imperial bodyguard standing at the front of the military account.
The Imperial bodyguard was dressed in dark clothes with black patterns. His eyebrows were sword shaped and his eyes were like stars, they couldn’t be ignored. The several soldiers thought about the Emperor and they couldn’t help themselves, staring at him more intensively.
At a first glance, the sharp faced soldier suddenly stopped and stared straight at Yan HeQing, after a while, he started cursing: “This son of a bitch, isn’t he……”
With that, the sharp faced soldier stepped forward and reached for Yan HeQing’s lapel, his mouth made a strange noise: “Ooohhh1, isn’t this Yan HeQing?”
Everyone else went stunned and hurriedly walked forward: “Nie Er, what are you doing, this is His Majesty’s person.”
“Motherfucker, what kind of the Emperor’s person? He’s from the Southern Yan Kingdom.” Nie Er sneered.
“What… Southern Yan Kingdom?” Everyone was surprised.
All of a sudden, Yan HeQing was also shocked for a bit, and after seeing Nie Er’s face more carefully, Yan HeQing’s expression suddenly changed.
“Eh? Did Yan-huangzi thought of me?” Nie Er laughed disdainfully. “I was the one that escorted Yan-huangzi all the way to the Northern Kingdom. Oohh, did I leave a little impression on Yan-huangzi? I did break your arm on the way, ouch! But now, it looks like it’s already healed?”
After he said that, Nie Er reached out to touch Yan HeQing’s right shoulder. Yan HeQing blocked him with a cold face and Nie Er abruptly kicked him on the knee, throwing him on the ground. Then he stepped on Yan HeQing, and with a cruel smile he said: “I could expect you to be dead by now after being sent to prison. What I didn’t expect was that you’ll become His Majesty’s dog. You’re really difficult to deal with.”
In fact, Yan HeQing was perfectly capable of beating Nie Er to a pulp, he just couldn’t do it right now because he was in the Northern Kingdom’s barracks. If he made any move against the soldiers of the Northern Kingdom, he would bring shame to Xiao YuAn.
“That’s enough, Nie Er. If His Majesty hears about this, you will have to bear painful consequences.” Someone stepped forward and persuaded him to stop.
“The Emperor? It’s even possible for the Emperor to think that the captives of the enemy country are more important than the soldiers that fight for him?” Nie Er said with disdain. Kneeling down, he pressed Yan HeQing’s head into the sand, his eyes were glancing at him fiercely. “Yan HeQing, even if you’re the Emperor’s dog, you still have the blood of the Southern Yan Kingdom in your veins. The Northern Kingdom doesn’t welcome dogs like you, do you understand?”
Quick as lightning, Yan HeQing suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Nie Er’s neck. His posture was twisted, and then, he suddenly withdrew his strength. These actions were very quick and neat, almost shocking to death all the soldiers present on the scene.
Nie Er didn’t know how to react at all and his throat fell into the hands of his enemy. In the end, the expected pain didn’t hit him, because Yan HeQing withdrew his hand in silence.
When Nie Er recovered from his initial shock, he suddenly bursted into laughter: “You don’t dare? Yes, you don’t dare to start a fight, because this is the Northern Kingdom. But you can still give it a try, do you want to fight? Yan HeQing, I tell you, you’re not brave enough to dare, but I dare.”
After saying that, Nie Er raised his fist towards Yan HeQing’s cheek, but at that instant, he was stopped by someone else.
Xie Chungui firmly blocked Nie Er’s fist and frowned: “Nie Er-dage2, what are you doing? There are rules in the barracks, fighting is not allowed.”
When Nie Er saw that Xie Chungui stopped him, he wasn’t annoyed at all. He replied to him: “Xie-xiao’er3, this can’t be called fighting.”
“If this isn’t fighting, then what is it?” Out of nowhere, a majestic voice came from behind, and Li Wuding looked at Nie Er with anger.
Nie Er knew that he was on the wrong side of the argument, so he just let go of Yan HeQing and stood up.
“Nie Er! You’re looking to get punished, aren’t you?” Li Wuding stared at him with anger, asking him with a deep voice.
“General Li, please calm down.” Someone pleaded for Nie Er. “This man is from the Southern Yan Kingdom. Nie Er’s brother died in the hands of the Southern Yan soldiers, so Nie Er he… General Li…… This…..”
“Fine, after the competition is over, I will punish him with the penalty of ten military sticks.” Li Wuding said with a sharp voice, turned around and walked back to the military account.
Knowing that Li Wuding has always rewarded the punishments seriously, no one dared to say anything more, and left one after another with a loud YES!
Nie Er took a last look at Yan HeQing and turned around, placing his arm around Xie Chungui’s shoulders and said: “Huh, I was getting rid of the anger inside my heart. These ten military sticks will be worth it. Let’s go, Xie-xiao’er. Before the competition starts, let this Gege teach you a few tricks.”
Someone laughed at him: “Pull it down, would you? Xie Chungui knows more about fighting than you do.”
Nie Er loosened his hold on Xie Chungui’s shoulders and jokingly pushed that man: “Get lost! You’re talking pure bullshit.”
Xie Chungui looked back at Yan HeQing, who hadn’t gotten up yet, and after seeing that he wasn’t able to clearly see Yan HeQing’s expression since he had his head lowered, he no longer paid attention to him and followed the group of soldiers that were laughing and joking in the distance.
As the crowd dispersed, Yan HeQing started to get up very slowly. He held the hilt of his sword resting at his waist with one hand. It was clear that the palm holding the hilt was red and bloody, but Yan HeQing was unaware of this. He finally stood up and straightened his back. He slowly tidied up his appearance and patted the dust off his body. His eyes were slightly cold and lacked any emotion. Yan HeQing raised his head and looked at the Northern Kingdom barracks with these eyes, like looking at a dead object, calm and indifferent.
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