Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 421: Fight against Confucian scholars and alchemists!

Eleven reported to Ying Zheng what he saw in Qi Pan's tent, and also presented to Ying Zheng the wet wipes that he had secretly picked up and that Qi Pan had thrown away.

There were some fruit juice and a few scattered oil stains on the wet wipe.

Ying Zheng: "Can the immortal tell me what this thing is called?"

Ying Zheng looked at the snow-white thing that looked a bit like a handkerchief.

Eleven: "No, the immortal used it to wipe his hands and threw it aside casually. I picked it up secretly."

"Go down and serve the Immortal well."

Ying Zheng waved his hand and asked Eleven to take the wet wipes out.

After Eleven left the tent, he first went to get a basin of clean water for Qi Pan, and then asked a soldier to bring some toiletries over.

11: "Immortal, clear water."

After entering the tent, Eleven brought a basin of clean water to Qi Pan.

"Okay, thank you."

Qi Pan wrung out the handkerchief to wipe his face, then washed his hands and asked Eleven to take the water out and pour it out.

When he came back, Qi Pan asked, "Did your Majesty say when to leave?"

Eleven: "No, do you want me to go and ask?"

Qi Pan thought about it and shook his head, "No, I'll rest for a while, call me when it's time to set off."

"promise."

Qi Pan waved his hand and asked Eleven and Twelve to wait outside the tent.

After Qi Pan fell asleep, Eleven asked Twelve to watch over him first, and then he sneaked to Ying Zheng's tent.

He reported to Ying Zheng about Qi Pan's inquiry about when to set off.

Ying Zheng only said, "We will set off early tomorrow morning."

There are many things in the camp that need to be packed up, and we won’t be able to go far today before it gets dark.

It’s better to have a good rest first and set off early tomorrow morning.

It was eleven o'clock and Qi Pan was guarding outside the tent.

Ying Zheng, Feng Quji, Li Si, Meng Tian and others continued to discuss the matter.

Qi Pan slept until dark, and when she opened her eyes again, the tent was pitch black with only one lamp lit.

The fire flickered slightly in the darkness.

Hope to get out of the tent.

Eleven Twelve, "Immortal."

Qipan: "What time is it now?"

she asked, yawning.

Eleven: "Reply to the Immortal, the You hour has just passed."

The You hour has just passed?

That's about seven o'clock.

The soldiers in the camp had finished their meal and were now busy packing up their equipment.

Prepare to set off early tomorrow morning.

Eleven: "There's still hot rice in the pot, would you like to eat some, Immortal?"

Qi Pan: "No, I'm not hungry now."

At this time, the Confucian scholars and alchemists were cursing Qi Pan in the tent.

They didn't dare to curse loudly, for fear that Qi Pan would hear them and chop off their fingers, so they could only curse quietly in a low voice.

The Confucian scholar whose fingers had been chopped off by Qi Pan had his hands bandaged.

It's just that part that is empty.

Military doctors can do nothing about broken fingers or limbs.

The scholar held his severed finger and cursed Qi Pan the loudest and harshest!

Qi Pan happened to pass by and heard someone scolding her. She lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

Qi Pan: “Are you scolding me?”

The Confucian scholars and Taoist priests who were cursing happily hadn't reacted yet, "We are cursing that witch. She is simply the most vicious woman!"

After saying that, he turned around and saw the witch they were talking about, the woman with the most vicious heart, standing at the door.

A large group of Confucian scholars and alchemists were all frightened to death!

He quickly got up and hid behind, staying away from Qi Pan!

The Confucian scholar with the broken finger also quickly held his broken finger and hid behind the crowd.

Confucian scholars and alchemists: "No, no, we didn't scold you!"

"Yes, it was him! He was the one who scolded you!"

Several Confucian scholars pointed at a Taoist priest, trying to divert Qi Pan's attention in this way.

The alchemist who was being pointed at was stunned, and then started cursing!

"fart!"

"It's obviously you guys who cursed the most!"

"We just agreed with a few words! What right do you have to frame us?!"

As the Taoist priest spoke, he turned to look at Qi Pan and shouted loudly!

"Immortal! Don't be fooled by them!"

"It's them! They scold you the most harshly!"

The Taoist priest thought that if the immortal cut off their fingers, he would not be able to cut his.

Those Confucian scholars jumped up immediately!

His face was a mixture of blue and white, and also red.

"You're the one farting!"

"You cursed so harshly just now! Don't think I didn't hear you calling the immortal a mountain spirit or a wild monster!"

"And they say the immortal's methods are so cruel, it must be a scorpion spirit!"

Fangshi: "I didn't! I didn't say that! You are talking nonsense!!!"

Several Confucian scholars and an alchemist were arguing fiercely!

The other Confucian scholars and alchemists nearby stayed far away, fearing that the fish pond would be affected.

I was also afraid that Qi Pan would notice them later.

At this moment, they just huddled together tightly, hoping that Qi Pan didn't see them.

If there was a crack on the ground, they would rush in and crawl into it!

Eleven and Twelve stood behind Qi Pan, watching the Confucian scholars and alchemists who were in a mess.

The indescribable feeling in my heart.

His eyes were complicated and his face was wooden.

They are not like this in front of His Majesty.

Eleven and Twelve still remember when His Majesty asked them about the precautions and procedures for going up the mountain to offer sacrifices to the gods.

These Confucian scholars and alchemists had arrogant looks and mocking eyes.

They all wanted to rush up and beat them up.

Beat them till they're black and blue!

Your Majesty has always been courteous to talented people, but these Confucian scholars and alchemists are becoming more and more excessive!

What a slap in the face!

They deserve to meet an immortal at this moment!

They should be punished and taught a lesson!

There was excitement in Eleven and Twelve's eyes.

Qi Pan looked at these Confucian scholars and alchemists who were in a mess, and thought of the Fengshan Ceremony on Mount Tai that he had seen and recorded in history.

At that time, these people were very sarcastic towards Zheng Ge.

Now that she's here, why has she become like this?

Is it because she sees that her brother Zheng cherishes talent and is reluctant to take action against them, so she thinks he is easy to bully? !

There was a coldness in Qipan's clear eyes.

There was a powerful aura in the clear voice that made people dare not resist!

"Eleven, twelve, take them out and give them ten blows each!"

Ah? ? ?

Beat ten sticks???

Eleven Twelve was stunned. He thought he was going to cut off his fingers.

Just ten sticks?

It's a pity.

"promise!"

Eleven and Twelve raised their feet and strode towards those Confucian scholars and alchemists!

The Confucian scholars and alchemists were so shocked by Qi Pan's words that they stood still.

What? ? ?

Hit with ten sticks?? ! !

These are all soldiers of the Qin army, some of them have strong hands... One hit from them with a stick will make their buttocks burst!

"No, no, Immortal! Please spare my life!"

"Please let us go, Immortal! I cannot bear ten sticks!"

A large group of Confucian scholars and alchemists begged for mercy.