Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 151

# 151

Taejonbirok Volume 7 Episode 1

Chapter 43: The Lazy Man Sells Off (1)

Why did you sell it?

Did you do that because you knew that the Emperor's secret recipe was fake?

He said no.

What? Then why did you sell it?

Tsk tsk.

Even after hearing that, you still don't know? Even if it's not the Sword Emperor's but the Sword Emperor's grandfather's secret recipe, it's useless to Wei Yanhuo.

Because I'm not used to it.

Baek Mu-han, that old man is using his head well. That guy is not a great man who would use his own secret weapon unless he was beaten and taught martial arts, even in his dreams.

Think about the Wei Yanho story you've heard so far. What use is a secret weapon to that person?

Don't you think it's a waste?

What a pity.

Hey, that's what he does, I couldn't do it. Selling the Sword Emperor's secret recipe is crazy, so who would dare think of making copies of it and spreading them?

So that guy is Wi Yeon-ho.

They commit acts with such a calm demeanor that others can't even imagine.

Anyway, because of this incident, Wei Yanhu's fame began to spread throughout the world.

It's nothing compared to what happened after that.

huh?

What happened after that?

Do you want to hear?

* * *

“There are casualties here too.”

“……Ugh.”

Wi Jeong-han couldn't help but sigh as he watched the injured person being supported by Wi San-ho.

“This way!”

Jin Ye-ran, with an urgent voice, ran towards the injured person.

“Okay.”

Wi Jeong-han shook his head repeatedly while looking at the sight.

He sighed as he looked at the large makeshift tent spread out in front of him and the patients lying underneath it.

'How did it end up like this?'

The beginning was simple.

Immediately after setting off, no wounded were found, but as they got closer to Luoyang, those injured during the fierce fighting began to appear one by one.

At first, I tried to bandage him and comfort him, but as I got closer to Luoyang, the situation started to get more and more serious.

There were corpses strewn everywhere, and people were dying on the side of the road so much that you could trip over them.

I just couldn't leave a dying person behind, so I started treating him…

'At this point, it's almost like a medical clinic.'

The tents grew larger and larger, and the number of patients also increased.

“Coral.”

“Yes, father.”

Wi San-ho, who was in charge of finding patients in the surrounding area and bringing them here, looked around Wi Jeong-han.

“……What about the year name?”

"hmm……."

The coral's face hardened, as if it was worried.

"father."

"okay."

“I am also worried about Yeonho.”

"yes?"

“But if I were someone who only cared for my own family while neglecting those in desperate need, how could I be confident in front of Yeonho? Yeonho would not want that either.”

“Yes, you are right. But I also think so. If Yeonho is in danger, aren’t we making a mistake that we can never wash away?”

Weichan looked into the empty space without saying a word.

“Even so, it is right to guard this place. He is also a child of the Wei family. Even if he is in danger, he would not want to come to save himself while leaving behind more people who need help.”

“Ugh…….”

Wi Jeong-han, who had been secretly trying to send Wi San-ho first, nodded after hearing Wi San-ho's firm words.

“Yes, that’s how you can be called a man of the upper class. If your grandfather were alive and saw you now, he would be so proud.”

The coral smiled brightly.

“Then Yeonho would have been killed long ago.”

“That’s true too.”

It was not right to let the younger one die just so the older one could be praised. Wi Jeong-han looked inside the tent with a bitter smile.

Jin Ye-ran was running around busily, putting needles in patients' mouths and changing bandages.

Wi Jeong-han looked at the scene with a pleased face.

'Still, I gained something.'

Although Wi Jeong-han is a complete novice when it comes to romance between men and women, according to Han Sang-ah, it seems like that beautiful woman is interested in Wi Yeon-ho, so isn't that a good thing?

'She has a kind heart too.'

It is a good thing that a person can work hard for someone other than himself. Of course, from the perspective of running a family, being sympathetic can be a flaw, but since Wi Yeon-ho will never become the head of the household and the household will be managed by someone who will occupy Wi San-ho's bedroom, there was no need to find fault with it.

Then, all that was left was a beautiful heart, excellent medical skills, and overwhelming good looks that made you wonder why such medical skills were even necessary.

Anyone can see that she is not the best candidate for a daughter-in-law…

“This is an urgent patient!”

The volunteers who were helping others with relatively minor injuries came running, carrying an unconscious patient on a stretcher.

When Jin Ye-ran saw the sight, her face hardened and she ran towards the patient.

“There’s a lot of pus. It needs to be drained.”

“Ugh…….”

Without even listening to the patient's answer, Jin Ye-ran pulled out the knife from her bosom.

'knife?'

Wi Jeong-han's eyes opened wide.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, why the knife… … .

“Eww! Mom!”

Wi Jeong-han was terrified when he saw Jin Ye-ran stab the patient's shoulder with a knife without hesitation and stepped back.

Even a swordsman who has stabbed people a lot would not be able to stab someone's body so shamelessly.

Squeak! Squeak!

Without stopping there, Jin Ye-ran began to cut into the flesh with the arm she had thrust into.

“Eww!”

The patient, who had seemed to be unconscious, suddenly came to his senses and began screaming.

“Press!”

"yes!"

As the patient began to struggle, those standing nearby pressed down on the patient's limbs.

Crunch! Crunch!

At the sound of flesh being cut, Wi Jeong-han felt as if his own flesh was being cut off. How should I describe the sight of Jin Ye-ran cutting human flesh without even blinking, even though blood was spurting out on her face?

‘… … Wow, that’s scary.’

Jin Ye-ran pulled the knife out of her wound and looked around as she spoke.

“Hold on tight, I’m going to have a seizure.”

'seizure?'

Now that the knife has been removed, the patient who was screaming just a moment ago seems to have regained some sense, but what kind of seizure is this? Soon… … .

“Let’s get started!”

Jin Ye-ran grabbed the patient's shoulder, which had been cut long, and began squeezing the patient's wound with both hands.

“Hey, stop it!”

Wi Jeong-han screamed without realizing it. However, Jin Ye-ran’s treatment was unstoppable.

“Euraraaaaarak!”

The patient, who was convulsing in pain and screaming so bizarrely that it was impossible to describe it, rolled his eyes and eventually fainted, unable to bear the pain.

A cold sweat began to drip down Wi Jeong-han's spine.

Jin Ye-ran, who had been squeezing the pus out with all her might without caring whether the patient had passed out or not, only wiped away the blood with a blank expression when red blood instead of pus began to flow out of the wound and then picked up a needle and began to sew up the wound.

Wi Jeong-han, who had been watching the whole scene, turned his head and looked at the distant sky.

'Run away, Yeonho.'

* * *

“……What on earth is this sight?”

Ambassador Gongryeong was left speechless by the bizarre sight unfolding before his eyes.

Even when they heard the news that the Emperor's remains had been discovered, Shaolin did not move. Even when the Jeongmu Alliance requested that they dispatch personnel because it seemed that an accident was about to occur, Shaolin did not move.

As always, they were just paving the way for illegal activities, staying one step away from worldly affairs.

However, when he heard that the Emperor's secrets had been opened and that bloodshed had begun, he could no longer remain uninvolved in worldly affairs.

It's a matter of people dying.

Someone had to sort things out.

Although it was a dirty, secular matter, the Great Master Gongryong volunteered to take on this task, thinking that if not him, who would go to hell?

Shaolin also supported his opinion and ordered him to lead his disciples to calm the situation.

So it was good that I ran day and night without resting… … .

“Ah! I told you not to push!”

“Hey, you rascal! How could I not push in this narrow space! Do you think I like it and stick to it?”

“Don’t hit me! Don’t you know what happens if you misspell one letter? It’s called a coin purse, a coin purse!”

“Do you want to exchange coins right now?”

The long, flowing, pure white hair of the ambassador began to tremble.

“What, what is this?”

The sight that unfolded before his eyes was very unexpected. No, it was a sight he had never imagined, to the point where he wondered if it was even possible to simply say it was unexpected.

A crowd of people surrounded a pure white carriage parked on the side of the road.

It's not strange up to that point.

If the owner of that carriage had retrieved the Emperor's Eugene and the people rushed to take it away, it would have been a very natural situation.

But if all those who had gathered were crouching on the floor and writing something, it would certainly be a strange sight.

“Find out what happened.”

"yes."

The person who received the order from the ambassador quickly approached the carriage.

“What are you?”

“If you cheat, you die?”

But before he could even approach the carriage, those waiting behind him stopped him.

“Amitabha Buddha, I am Musan of Shaolin. I heard that a bloody incident has occurred, so I was on my way to investigate the situation. There are people gathered here, so I would like to ask what is happening. I would appreciate it if you would open the way for me.”

It was a polite request.

But the answer I got back was not polite.

“Open the road? Should I open your head? No, it’s already open.”

“Hey! What kind of nonsense is that to a monk! Monk, this is not a place for someone as devoted to Buddhism as you. If you don’t want your bowl to break, please go away.”

“It’s Shaolin! You crazy bastard!”

“Shaolin? What is Shaolin? Even if Daerim comes, they won’t be able to do it. Go back there and line up! If they only have that secret weapon, is Shaolin that special?”

Musan, who had been cursed to death, took a weak step back and went to the end of the line.

The spirit who was watching the scene grabbed his forehead.

Who are they that don't back down even after hearing the name Shaolin, and who is that guy that stands in line obediently?

“What is going on!”

Eventually, Gongryung couldn't stand it anymore and ended up shouting.

Everyone's gaze turned to the prince.

"what?"

“Are you in the middle of it?”

“Huh? It’s Shaolin.”

And that was it.

Those who had been looking at Shaolin in amazement turned their heads again and began writing something down again.

“…….”

The prince, who had never been ignored like this in his life, was at a loss as to what to do.

Although my pride was secretly hurt, the weight of the name Shaolin was too great for me to throw a tantrum and say, "Why are you ignoring me?"

As Gongryung desperately suppressed his rising irritation and was about to ask something again, a person wearing familiar clothes came out from among the crowd and greeted him.

“Hello, Ambassador Gongryeong. I am Gongmujin of Hwasan. We have met before.”