Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1120 Better to Play Dead

Chen Dongping finally snapped out of his daze, but he didn't move, his eyes still closed, lying on the ground.

If I get up now, I'll be so embarrassed.

He wanted to get up and fight back, but lost the courage, so he decided to just lie there and play dead.

Among the onlookers were two staunch supporters of Chen Dongping. They quickly walked to the stone table and bowed to Lin Feng.

"Lord Mu, please allow us to treat Lord Chen."

Lin Feng nodded without saying anything.

The two quickly bent down, helped Chen Dongping up, put him on their backs, and ran out in a flash.

The rest of the people slipped away, wearing awkward smiles, nodding to Lin Feng, and quickly leaving.

Soon, Lin Feng was the only one left in the exquisite and beautiful garden.

The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of flowing water still gurgling incessantly.

On the second floor, Miao Yong finally closed his wide-open mouth and turned to look at Miao Changfeng with reverence.

"Uncle, your eye for talent is amazing... This person is terrifying."

Miao Changfeng smiled calmly: "Nothing special. If you knew what he did in the Duan family, you wouldn't think this is anything special."

Miao Yong frowned: "Uncle, there's no such person in the martial arts world."

"Yes, so he's using a pseudonym."

Miao Changfeng paused for a moment: "Perhaps this person comes from a hidden sect, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to defeat Dongping so easily."

Miao Yong nodded vigorously: "That's right. Even if my nephew were to take the stage, it would take him more than ten moves to defeat Dongping."

Miao Changfeng sighed: "But even reclusive sects have rules, and they are not allowed to interfere in worldly disputes at will. Why does this person dare to openly violate the rules?"

"He didn't kill anyone, he was just retaliating, so it's not against the rules, right?"

"Hmph, if no one was killed, where did that Jia Zheng go?"

"Huh? Uncle, you mean..."

Miao Changfeng shook his head and sighed: "Alas, you all only know how to use your martial arts, but rarely use your brains. How can you compete with others in the imperial court?"

Miao Yong lowered his head: "Nephew only knows how to serve his uncle well. Matters of the court are not something that we military men should meddle in lightly."

"Well, at least he has some self-awareness, but as a martial artist, it's rare for him to have a good end..."

"I dare to die for my uncle, even if I don't die a peaceful death, I will have no regrets."

Miao Changfeng smiled and said, "Not bad, you've learned to study now, that's progress."

No sooner had I finished speaking than I heard someone running downstairs crying.

A shirtless, chubby white man arrived at the door, wailing all the way.

The guards at the gate all recognized him as Manager Hu, who was in charge of the meals. They didn't stop him, but just stared at him curiously as he ran upstairs, his fat body jiggling.

Miao Changfeng smiled bitterly: "Sigh, how much injustice must he have suffered? It's quite rare."

Miao Yong quickly stepped forward and blocked the stairwell, waiting for the fat man to come up.

Facing Miao Yong, the chubby man didn't dare to be too presumptuous. He could only stop and look at Miao Yong with teary eyes.

Miao Yong looked him up and down a few times and saw that there were dried bloodstains scattered all over Bai Bai's body.

"Manager Hu, why don't you hurry up and find a doctor to treat him? If you delay any longer, the wound will heal."

Hearing him speak like that, Miao Changfeng couldn't help but smile.

"You little rascal, he's already in such a state, and you still come to make fun of him."

Hearing the two talking, the chubby guy couldn't hold back his grievances any longer, so he simply sat down on the stairs and burst into tears.

This fat Hu is a servant of Miao Changfeng's family, and his family has been so for three generations.

His father was the steward of the Prime Minister's mansion and had served the Miao family for generations. He was extremely loyal, so Miao Changfeng trusted them very much.

"Let him come over and tell me what's wrong."

Miao Yong made way.

Fatty Hu crawled on his knees into the main hall.

"Master, I'm innocent! I was stabbed and nearly killed. How dare this person be so insolent in your own home! Master, you must do me justice..."

"Speak clearly."

Fatty Hu recounted the whole story, crying and gesturing.

Miao Changfeng listened patiently to the whole thing, then gently offered a few words of comfort.

"Alright, go back and find a doctor to apply some medicine, eat more meat to replenish your strength, and I will avenge you. Go on."

After kowtowing twice, Fatty Hu got up, wiped away his tears, and left.

Miao Changfeng employed him for two reasons: firstly, his loyalty; secondly, he was simple-minded yet earnest.

Miao Changfeng's diet is not only excellent, but he is also extremely meticulous in inspecting the ingredients, to the point that it seems a bit too demanding.

But Fatty Hu has been insisting on the Prime Minister's ingredients for years on the same day; even the slightest difference is unacceptable.

After Fatty Hu left, Miao Changfeng looked at Miao Yong.

"Do you know what to do?"

Miao Yong nodded: "Uncle, everyone should just give way to Mu Chuan."

"Yes, I understand. Uncle still has a great use for this person."

"clear."

Miao Yong lowered his head and answered solemnly.

Pei Qiyin, along with Qiao Jushan and Ye Liangcai, left Yingjian Gorge and sailed along the Mi River into the sea. They avoided the pirate fleet and landed on the north side of Longfu Mountain.

The three of them passed through Qi County and arrived in Peng County.

This place is less than three miles from the Yongding River, and the Yongding River wharf is located to the west of the county town.

The three of them were very frustrated because they had not heard from Lin Feng along the way.

Because of the sudden increase in pirates along the coast, the three had no choice but to plan to travel from Peng County to Luocheng as quickly as possible.

As night fell, we had no choice but to stay in Peng County for the night and set off for Luocheng early the next morning.

Peng County was practically a ghost town. The pirates had all gone to the larger prefectural city, and most of the clansmen had been killed or captured by the pirates, while the rest had fled.

Inside Penghu County, only a few lone beggars, dressed in tattered clothes, were seen searching for food.

The three of them settled in a dilapidated house, eating dry rations and not daring to light a fire to cook.

To make traveling easier, Pei Qiyin dressed as a man.

The three of them silently ate their dry rations, each lost in their own thoughts, and none of them wanted to speak.

Everything that could be said had been said, and no discussion had yielded any answers. Lin Feng was like a dream; when he woke up, everything had vanished without a trace.

It was past midnight when the three of them leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Pei Qiyin couldn't sleep. She didn't know how many days it had been. She hadn't been able to sleep and had lost a lot of weight.

The once plump and radiant young woman has become a thin and dark-skinned middle-aged woman.

The moment she closed her eyes, Lin Feng's figure appeared before her, covered in blood, looking utterly miserable, like a ghost crawling out of hell to cry out for justice.

She was so frightened that she dared not close her eyes and could only force them open. When she couldn't bear it any longer, she would pinch her thigh hard to clear her mind.

Just as she was drifting in and out of sleep, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Pei Qiyin was naturally sensitive to sound, and now, with the added boost of her internal energy, even Lin Feng was in awe of her. Her perception of danger was a talent, not something she had acquired through hard work.

Now her abilities have been amplified several times over.

In the darkness, Pei Qiyin stared wide-eyed, her body motionless, only her eyes darting around, searching for the source of danger.

The next instant, a dark shadow emerged from the corner of the courtyard wall, gently peeking out of the ground like a groundhog, extremely alert yet silent.

The shadowy figure quietly listened to the even breathing of the three people inside the house before slowly approaching.