Chapter 13

He San now most enjoyed seeing Zhao Chen, especially when Zhao Chen carried blueprints and walked towards him with a cool demeanor.

Every time this happened, He San would immediately bend over, hunch his back, and tuck his neck, putting on a humble appearance. Despite being a person of some status, he particularly liked to act in this lowly and humble manner.

There was no other reason—only the blueprints!

During this period, He San had gradually collected many blueprints. These included blueprints for chess, high-legged tables and chairs, gold panning sluices, and folding portable stools. These were all priceless treasures!

He San couldn't wait to return to Chang'an. He could hand over his duties at the Office of Works to his second brother. He San decided that with his current talents, it was no longer suitable for him to stay in the lifeless Office of Works. He wanted to open his own shop in Chang'an, specializing in these novel household items.

If he didn't make a fortune within a year, He San felt he could have his head cut off and used as a ball!

The gold mine's development was already on track, but in the initial stage, only tunnels were being dug, and Zhao Chen wasn't needed. It was estimated that in the next day or two, when the tunnels were deeper, Zhao Chen would be needed to guide the construction of the supports.

Since there was nothing to do, Zhao Chen took advantage of this rare free time to make some distilled liquor for Old Qin. After using strong liquor to rub Old Qin's legs last time, Old Qin had been fixated on the taste of the strong liquor, repeatedly saying that Zhao Chen had wasted good liquor!

Alright! When you were sweating and in pain, you didn't say anything about wasting good liquor. Zhao Chen knew that Old Qin was just being stubborn! So he didn't mind, drew the blueprint for the distillation pot, and came to find He San to make it.

Shaking the blueprint as he came out of the room, he saw He San smiling at him from a distance, more accurately, staring at the blueprint in his hand, with a very servile look.

"Here's the blueprint for you. If you don't do it well, I'll beat you to death!" There was no point in talking to a person like He San. If you were a bit polite, this bastard would immediately take advantage and never let go. Zhao Chen had already learned this the hard way from Old Zhuang.

He San, who had just been hunched over, immediately straightened up and puffed out his chest, thumping it loudly, saying that if he didn't do it well, he would beat himself to death first. It seemed that whenever it involved his profession, he would defend it with his life!

Alright! Since that's the case, I can go and play a game with Old Qin with peace of mind. It's already morning, and Old Qin has been hiding in the room, which is not like him at all!

With his hands behind his head, humming "Loyalty to the Country" by Tu Honggang, he sauntered into Old Qin's wooden house. As soon as he entered, he saw Old Qin fully dressed, sitting cross-legged on the bed, carefully wiping his iron spear with a cloth.

His face was as solemn as water, and his expression was more serious than ever!

What happened? Zhao Chen immediately turned to look at the camp, but found nothing different from usual. He San was busy sawing wood to prepare for making the distillation pot, and the fat cook was chopping meat for lunch. Everything was the same as usual.

"Get in here!" Old Qin spoke, and Zhao Chen had to suspiciously walk into the room. Just as he was about to sit down, Old Qin dropped a chilling piece of news.

Zhao Chen was being targeted by an assassin!

Don't ask why Old Qin had this premonition. Zhao Chen firmly believed in Old Qin's ability to sense danger in advance.

This was a very eerie thing. Zhao Chen remembered that in his hometown, there was a painter who painted red on coffins for the elderly. Every time he finished painting, he would have a premonition of when the elderly person would pass away, which was very eerie!

When Old Qin mentioned the assassin, Zhao Chen, who had been keeping a distance from him, suddenly jumped behind Old Qin and hid.

This world is too damn scary! He thought that by leaving Chang'an far behind, he would be safe, but unexpectedly, an assassin appeared out of nowhere, wanting to kill him.

It definitely wasn't Li Er. If Li Er wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as turning his hand. There was no need for such trouble! But apart from Li Er, who else would want to kill him? He had only been in the Tang Dynasty for a few days, and most of the time, he had spent in the mountains.

Who in the Tang Dynasty had a grudge against him that would make them want to kill him?

Li Jing? Li Jing wouldn't. Although Li Jing disliked him a bit, the title of "Military God" wasn't just for show. Such a person values his reputation more than his life and wouldn't do such a despicable act!

Li Ji? That was even less likely. It was just a case of mistaken identity, not enough to send someone to kill him!

Who could it be? Zhao Chen racked his brain but couldn't think of anyone in the Tang Dynasty who had a grudge against him that would make them want to kill him!

Wait, something seems off! As Zhao Chen thought, he cautiously poked his head out from behind Old Qin and looked at him with doubt, tentatively asking, "Uncle Qin, are you sure the assassin is after me?"

Old Qin nodded. In fact, from the moment the assassin appeared near the camp last night, Old Qin had immediately sensed it. However, at that time, he couldn't determine the assassin's target. It wasn't until this morning, when Zhao Chen came out of the room, that Old Qin realized the assassin's aura was locked onto Zhao Chen. There was no doubt that the assassin was after Zhao Chen.

"In other words, you sensed the assassin's intention to harm me early this morning, right?" Zhao Chen's face began to turn pale. Old Qin's behavior was chilling. Knowing that an assassin was targeting him, he pretended to know nothing and didn't even give a warning.

"Do you think I'm using you as bait?" Old Qin didn't show any shame for his despicable behavior. He didn't even look up, coldly asking.

"Am I not?" Zhao Chen, like a cat with its tail stepped on, was trembling with anger and asked in a fit of rage.

If the assassin had attacked, he would have been dead long ago.

Thinking of the terrifying scenario, Zhao Chen's face turned white, and he began to cry, feeling wronged. What kind of world is this! He was in the prime of his life and hadn't even had the chance to enjoy the Tang Dynasty's colorful world! How could so many people want to take his life!

"A man of seven feet, crying like a baby over an assassin, what a disgrace!" Old Qin slapped him hard on the head, scolding him in a fit of anger, looking at him with disappointment.

"Who said I'm crying out of fear? Which eye did you see me crying out of fear?" Zhao Chen stretched his neck, wiped his tears, and said with a sense of injustice, "I'm crying out of frustration!"

Old Qin, hearing this, coldly snorted and turned back to wiping his iron spear. After a moment, he heard Zhao Chen sniffing and asking in a small voice, "Is that bastard very strong?"

"On the battlefield, I can make him beg for his life!" Old Qin thought for a moment and said with a murderous tone.

Zhao Chen understood that Old Qin was good at fighting in groups, but in a one-on-one fight, he had no confidence. This was too disheartening!

"Little one, this is a good opportunity. I've already secretly deployed fifty archers. Once the assassin is lured out, he won't be able to escape!" Old Qin, now like a creepy uncle with a lollipop, kept tempting Zhao Chen, the young man: "These scoundrels are hard to deal with. If we miss this chance, it will be much harder to deal with them in the future!"

"Can you guarantee my life, Uncle?" Zhao Chen knew that Old Qin was right. This was a rare opportunity. Both sides were in the dark, and only by doing so could they possibly get rid of this unknown bastard. However, his life was important, and he needed Old Qin to make a guarantee.

However, Old Qin showed no sign of being a creepy uncle. He shook his head without hesitation, with a look of indifference, as if it was up to fate.

Zhao Chen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and with a tragic expression, walked out of the room. Just as he was about to reach the door, Old Qin clearly saw him stumble.

"If I die, no one will play chess with you, and you won't be able to drink that strong liquor. Think about it!"

This was what Zhao Chen said to Old Qin as he left the wooden house, gritting his teeth.

Old Qin felt that he was starting to like this young man more and more. Despite being terrified, his body shaking, he still bravely walked out. This courage alone was highly commendable.

When he saw the young man immediately revert to his carefree demeanor as soon as he stepped out, completely different from the desperate and rolling around he had just shown, Old Qin nodded in approval.

However, just as he nodded, Old Qin suddenly saw Zhao Chen sneak back into his room, making him so angry that his hair stood on end. He cursed himself for being blind, thinking that this young man was just a coward.

However, Old Qin was wrong again. He thought Zhao Chen would hide in the room guarded by several soldiers, but a moment later, he saw the young man leisurely walking out of the room, strolling around the camp as if nothing had happened.

What a brave young man! Old Qin couldn't help but praise him in his heart and then focused on wiping his iron spear.

Zhao Chen was terrified, his legs trembling, his palms sweating, and his body numb, but he had to act as if nothing was wrong.

Zhao Chen thought that once he caught that bastard, he would tear him apart to vent his anger!

Wandering around wasn't a solution. Seeing Old Qin's reclining chair right in front of him, Zhao Chen stretched lazily, yawned, and then lay down on the chair, hugging his head and falling asleep.

"This kid is crazy!" Old Qin, hiding in the room, saw Zhao Chen lying on the reclining chair, exposing a large part of his chest and abdomen, and secretly exclaimed in shock. Just as he was about to warn him, a surge of killing intent suddenly appeared and rushed towards Zhao Chen.

The assassination happened in an instant. As soon as Zhao Chen lay down, he saw a green figure rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. He heard Old Qin's long cry from the wooden house, and all the closed curtains were suddenly lifted.

In the next moment, Zhao Chen saw a sword flash like a bolt of lightning, slashing down at him like a venomous snake. With a "swoosh," the exposed part of his chest and abdomen was slashed diagonally.

Zhao Chen's face turned pale, and he let out a strange cry, rolling off the chair and fleeing in a panic.

Another "swoosh" came from behind, and the sword returned, slashing diagonally across his back. The force of the sword was great, and Zhao Chen, who was running forward, was knocked to the ground.

The fifty archers hidden in the tents finally let loose a barrage of arrows, the sound of arrows whizzing through the air, making the hair on the back of one's neck stand up.

Old Qin, fully dressed, holding an iron bow, rushed out of the room and shot an arrow at the green-clad man. The arrow, like a meteor, whizzed past Zhao Chen's head.

Zhao Chen, lying on the ground, heard the sounds of battle in the camp, hugged his head, and crawled forward, mumbling incoherently.

The green-clad man had already slashed Zhao Chen twice, but seeing no results, he frowned, knowing that three strikes were the limit. He decisively stepped back, retreating quickly.

Old Qin's arrow was dodged by the green-clad man with a twist of his body, but he couldn't avoid the rain of arrows. As he retreated, an arrow hit his shoulder.

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