Coming out of the izakaya, Song Huanting was full of worry and asked Chen Ning in a low voice: "We offended Prince Dongying, will they come to trouble us again?" ”

"Husband, if we don't participate in the Global Pharmaceutical Economy Summit, let's escape!"

Chen Ning smiled and said, "Prince Dongying, you are not qualified to scare us into running away. ”

"Don't worry, I've got you covered!"

Although Song Huanting was still worried in her heart, Chen Ning said this, and she couldn't insist, so she could only follow the original itinerary and participate in the Global Pharmaceutical Economy Summit first.

This little episode did not affect Chen Ning's mood at all.

Chen Ning walked around with Song Huanting for a while, and then returned to the hotel.

He heard that the hotel waiter said that the hotel had an indoor hot spring, so he went to the hot spring with Song Huanting.

"Whew, it's been a long time since I've been so relaxed, and it seems that it's quite relieving to soak in the hot springs once in a while."

Chen Ning sat in the hot spring pool shirtless, although his body was not as explosive as the muscles of a bodybuilder, but like a swimmer, every muscle was very strong and contained great strength.

Moreover, there are many deep and shallow scars on his body.

These are the "medals" he left on the battlefield in the north.

Song Huanting was wearing a swimsuit, sitting behind Chen Ning, and helping Chen Ning gently wipe his back.

Her fingertips rubbed lightly against the scars on Chen Ning's back, and her eyes were full of pity and pride.

How many conscriptions and killings did he go through before he was full of medals, and he was promoted from a soldier all the way to the current Chinese god of war?

Song Huanting couldn't help but ask Chen Ning about the origin of each scar, and asked Chen Ning if it hurt at that time?

Chen Ning said with a smile: "Being injured is a common occurrence for a soldier guarding the frontier, and our northern army has long been accustomed to it, and even put life and death aside. ”

When Song Huanting heard this, she couldn't help but hug Chen Ning from behind, put her pretty face on Chen's back, and said softly: "Husband, I'm proud of you." ”

Chen Ning felt the amazing elasticity behind him!

The corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Wife, your figure seems to have gotten better." ”

Song Huanting's pretty face instantly turned crimson, and she said shyly: "Nonsense!" ”

Chen Ning chuckled: "I'll take a look!" ”

When Song Huanting heard this, the red glow on her face spread directly to her neck.

Chen Ning was about to talk to his wife when he suddenly heard a noise outside, including the sound of scolding and fighting.

Chen Ning's face sank, and he said coldly to the door: "Who is making noise outside?" ”

Qin Fenghuang's voice came from outside the door: "Report to Mr. Chen, Tang Qingming came with a large number of warriors, claiming to settle accounts with you." ”

"Brother Dian forcibly stopped them, and the two sides clashed."

Song Huanting's face changed when she heard this, what she was worried about finally happened.

She looked at Chen Ning!

Chen Ning's good things were disturbed, and it was this orange Qingming, he was obviously angry.

He got up to change his clothes, and at the same time said to Song Huanting: "I'll go out and have a look." ”

Soon, Chen Ning and Song Huanting both changed their clothes and came out.

Then, they saw Dian Chu and Qin Fenghuang in the corridor.

Tachibana Qingming was leading a large group of samurai to confront the Dian Chu Qin Phoenix, and there were still a few injured Dongying warriors lying on the ground.

Tang Qingming looked at Dian Chu and Qin Fenghuang coldly: "Good guy, you have two points of ability, no wonder your master dares to be so arrogant." ”

"But it's a pity you forgot, this is Dongying."

"Saionji Saburo!"

With Tachibana Harumaki's shout, among the group of samurai behind him, a slender middle-aged man wearing a samurai uniform and a ponytail stepped out.

The middle-aged man with a ponytail had an obvious scar at the corner of his left eye and was holding a narrow katana in his arms.

He is the chief disciple of the new generation of sword saint Watanabe, Saionji Saburo.