Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

Ba Qing suddenly stood up, took half a step back, and with a slight movement of his clothes, was about to kneel down and perform a solemn salute.

"On behalf of Jiang Ning and Jiang An, I thank Mr. Zhou. I thank you for your kindness."

"Oh dear! What are you doing, Madam?!"

Zhou Wenqing stood up abruptly, quickly turned to the side and reached out to support her arm, barely managing to stop her.

At the same time, the laughter and chatter behind the screen also stopped.

Upon hearing the sound, Jiang An turned his head to look, his expression immediately becoming solemn. Without saying a word, he strode forward, lifted the hem of his robe, and prepared to kneel down.

Zhou Wenqing's eyelids twitched violently—again?!

This kid is incredibly heavy; he doesn't want to have to pull him up again!

"Wang Ben, Zhang Han, seize him!"

Before Wang Ben and Zhang Han could even process what was said, their bodies reacted immediately.

The two men, one on each side, moved with lightning speed, appearing like shadows on either side of Jiang An. Each grabbed one of his arms and lifted him up with precision and force.

"Whoosh—!"

The incident happened so suddenly that Jiang An's mind went blank. He could only feel the hardness of the ground on his knees. The next second, a tremendous force suddenly came from his ribs.

Then, he suddenly sprang upwards, his toes leaving the ground in an instant. The speed was so fast that he felt a sudden weightlessness in his back, like a cat that had caused trouble and was being grabbed by the scruff of its neck and lifted up.

Jiang An blinked blankly. Before the hem of her robe, which had been lifted high, could even flutter in an elegant arc, it was slapped back onto her thigh with a "smack".

It was... quite sudden.

So, just as Zhou Wenqing helped Ba Qing straighten up and she was about to speak, she looked up and was caught off guard to see Jiang An "take off" right in front of her.

It's taking off...?!

"Xiao An!"

Ba Qing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly exclaimed, "Quick, put it down!"

"oh oh!"

When Wang Ben and Zhang Han heard Ba Qing's shout, they suddenly came to their senses, realized something was wrong, and subconsciously loosened their grip.

The feeling of weightlessness swept over my whole body again.

"Wait a minute—!"

Jiang An only managed to squeeze out half of this exclamation before her body completely lost its support. Her robe billowed in the air for a moment before quickly sticking back to its original position.

"Thump—!"

The heavy, solid thud seemed to make the blue bricks on the ground tremble.

"Hiss~"

A gasp followed closely behind, but this gasp did not come from Jiang An, who was in freefall, but from Yao Jia, who was covering his eyes with his hands and could not bear to look.

As for Jiang An...

He was now lying face down on the ground, completely and utterly prostrate.

Directly in front of him, Zhou Wenqing stared dumbfounded at this series of unbelievable actions, as if his brain had crashed.

His gaze moved down very slowly, one step at a time—from the soles of Jiang An's shoes, which were slightly raised due to his prone position, past his hunched back, and finally to the trembling back of his head.

At that very moment, Jiang An struggled to raise his head, his chin bruised and red. He was in pain and dazed when his eyes met Zhou Wenqing's.

A dead silence.

Jiang An blinked, came to her senses, looked up at the stunned crowd, and then looked down at the pair of toes in front of her.

...It doesn't hurt much, but I really want to die.

The shame of being forced to die came belatedly to Jiang An's mind, and only one thought popped into her head: I might as well just faint.

An awkward silence filled the air.

Looking at the person prostrate on the ground beneath him, pretending to be dead, Zhou Wenqing was momentarily speechless. He tried to ease the tension, but his brain, which had clearly failed him, couldn't keep up with his mouth, and he blurted out unconsciously:

"No need for formalities?"

what……

Now the number of people who want to die has increased from one to two.

...............

The incident ended with Jiang An standing dejectedly to one side, letting Ba Qing apply the medicine simply, while Zhou Wenqing, with a dark face, fiercely ordered Meng Yi to beat up the two reckless guys.

Having narrowly escaped disaster, Meng Yi, who was secretly rejoicing, naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to rightfully strike at his teammate.

His eyes immediately flashed with malice, and he grinned maliciously as he twisted his wrist, rubbing his hands together and gloating as he stepped forward.

Knowing they had caused trouble, Wang Ben and Zhang Han dared not argue, fearing they might anger the person who was currently furious and clearly had a short temper. They could only resignedly exchange a glance, skillfully protect their vital parts with their hands, one above the other, and silently squat down.

When Meng Yi left, satisfied and panting, the two Wang brothers were already collapsed on the ground, twitching and motionless...

Clearly, these two are temporarily unable to fulfill their guard duties.

However, with the Jixia Forum to be held in three days, preparations for the Qin debate team still need to be made. In addition to the main debater who has come to their door, the remaining candidates also need to be finalized as soon as possible.

In other words, it's time to go out and seek out wise men, and invite them to come out of seclusion.

Time is tight, and there is no room for delay.

Fortunately, they had plenty of guards for their trip. Zhou Wenqing didn't even raise his eyelids. With a wave of his hand, he dragged Liu Bang, Fan Kuai, and Lu Wan, who had been wandering off somewhere, over to work.

As for the unharmed Meng Yi, Zhou Wenqing glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and then quickly looked away.

Well, by the time he manages to snatch his ankle back from those two half-dead, resentful "vengeful spirits" on the ground, it might already be dawn.

Seeing how "good" their relationship was, how entangled and inseparable they seemed, Zhou Wenqing thought rather considerately, "It's better not to break them up."

With bloodshot eyes, Zhang Han, Meng Yi, and Wang Ben exerted all their strength, determined to drag their opponent down with them: ? ? ?

Who's having a hard time parting with him?!

However, Zhou Wenqing had already left without looking back.

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The mission still had many miscellaneous matters to attend to, so Yao Jia had to stay and oversee things. Madam Ba Qing also had some personal matters to attend to, so she took her leave in advance.

So Zhou Wenqing straightened his clothes and left with only Fusu, Jiang An, and three guards who had just been brought over to fill the ranks—Liu Bang, Fan Kuai, and Lu Wan.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

As for how many hidden guards are still secretly following and concealing themselves, no one knows.

In short, there's nothing to worry about, at least in terms of safety.

After all, they were going out to visit wise men, not to kidnap people. Besides, it was in the inner city of Linzi. It would be too impolite to parade around with a troop of armored soldiers.

Fusu nodded in agreement: That's right, having secret guards is enough!

Then, she successfully earned a flick on the forehead, and under her husband's "kind" gaze, she very tactfully changed her tune.

You misunderstood. Sir, you made this arrangement to keep a low profile and avoid attracting attention. You are wise!