It's time for a showdown, all the powerful officials in Beijing are my students!

An Xin is glad again that she is not a face controler, but if she is a bit of a nymphomaniac, the man in front of her is like a knife, her eyebrows are like ink painting, her face is like a peach petal, and her eyes are like autumn water.

The color of her lips is crimson, and when she chuckles, she looks like a plume falling, solemn and quiet yet soft.

Even if An Xin wasn't Yan Kong, she was dazzled by the man's smile.

Knowing that several generals also sent people out to look for them, An Xin asked Wei Chiyi and the others to go back and tell them that there was no need to look for them again, and that she would come to the door to thank them in person at another day.

Jiang Xuan glanced at the injured area on An Xin's waist, tenderness flashed in his deep eyes, Jiang Chenxi got up and looked at An Xin worriedly, said goodbye and left.

An Xin wanted to get up and want to send her off, but he raised his hand to stop him, looked at her softly and said, "Xiao Shan is injured, so there is no need to send her off."

An Xin was also tired after tossing around all night. Seeing that Zhu Shijing had already walked over to give him away, she didn't insist.

After An Xin settled down old doctor Su and Tang Yuyi, she went to see Kong Xun and An Rui. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the room, she took the medicine from the hidden cabinet of the system and gave them to take.

By this time the sky was already dark.

On the way back, I ran into Qingfeng and asked how Kong Xun's attendant named Lingyun was doing.

"Reporting to Master, he suffered some internal injuries. He drank the medicine prescribed by Mr. Su just now, and his breathing has become a little more stable."

"Oh, that's good, he saved you once, you arrange more people to take care of you these few days."

Qingfeng saw the exhaustion on An Xin's face, and said with some distress: "The servant will do these trivial things well, master go and rest for a while."

An Xin smiled and nodded at her, and walked towards the backyard where she lived.

Looking at the lanterns hanging all over the courtyard, she remembered that today is New Year's Eve, and she did not expect it to be so turbulent and full of ups and downs.

Li Ziyu and Leng Xiangbai stood on the porch and watched her enter the backyard, and then went to guard the two wounded respectively.

One is related to the life and death of the whole family, and the other is their relatives and juniors. Neither of them can have an accident.

Li Ziyu entered the room where An Rui lived and saw Liu Boxing sitting there.

"Why didn't you go back with Mr. Liu?"

Liu Boxing tucked An Rui in the quilt, and lowered his voice: "Don't worry."

Li Ziyu knew that he was worried about An Rui, so he didn't ask any more questions, and walked over to sit on a chair with his eyes closed.

"Senior Brother Li, your arm is also injured. I will take care of you here. Go back and rest."

"Stop talking." Li Ziyu said softly as if about to fall asleep.

Seeing the tiredness on Li Ziyu's face, Liu Boxing didn't dare to disturb him any more, and went to get a coat from An Rui's room to cover him.

Li Ziyu's eyelids moved, but they did not open.

After Leng Xiangbai came back, he asked Jiang Zhou, who had injured his thigh, to go back to sleep. His exposed skin was scratched by dry branches and thorns, and he didn't suffer any injuries.

The outside of Jiang Zhou's thigh was only accidentally cut open by the masked man's knife, and it was not serious.

But looking at Shang Leng Xiang Bai's firm gaze, he could only nod and go back to the room to rest, and come back to look at this amazing figure on the bed for him later.

You can't let him have an accident in Anzhai, or everyone will have to finish the game.

After all, An Rui was slightly injured, An Xin gave him the medicine given by the system a few more times, and woke up the next day.

Even that Ling Yun drank the medicinal soup prescribed by old doctor Su, woke up for a while that afternoon, because he suffered from internal injuries, he ate something and fell asleep again.

Only Kong Xun, who lost a lot of blood and was injured in many places, didn't wake up for three days, not only An Xin and the people who took care of him were anxious.

Which one in the Golden Luan Hall is more upset, just sat there for a while at this year's palace banquet, and secretly pretended to look at his dragon balls.

The worried Emperor Sheng'an left imperial doctor Tang and Xiao Xiazi here to watch, and every day people had to go back to report, and the surroundings of An Xin's house were protected by many hidden guards.

An Xin saw that Leng Xiangbai and the others were worried that the servants in the family would guard Kong Xun's dragon egg at night, fearing that something might happen, Emperor Sheng'an could bloodwash An Zhai in a rage.

Regardless of their own injuries, several people took turns guarding them every day. They didn't look good for the past few days. An Xin insisted on letting them go back to rest and stay and watch.

After Li Ziyu and the others left, An Xin gave Kong Xun another medicine, and saw his steady breathing pat on his pale face.

"Stinky boy, wake up soon after you've had enough sleep, it's not fun to scare us like this."

After speaking, An Xin saw that Kong Xun didn't give her any face, and was still lying on the bed to be his sleeping beauty, so she curled her lips and tucked him in the quilt.

Walking to the desk where Kong Xun usually reads and writes, he bored and began to silently write some poems from his previous life to pass the time.

While the candle was flickering, An Xin didn't notice that the eyelids of the person lying on the bed moved slightly after she walked away.

In the middle of the night, An Xin went to the bedside to look at Kong Xun again, touched his forehead, and found that he had a fever on the first night, maybe because he had taken the medicine in the system, and then he didn't have a fever anymore.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Zhou came over on one leg.

Seeing him, An Xin said disapprovingly, "Didn't you say you don't come over tonight?"

"Can't sleep, come and have a look, this kid is dead, and we have to bury him with him." Jiang Zhou's venomous tongue didn't hold back because he knew Kong Xun's identity.

An Xin walked up to him and tapped Jiang Zhou's forehead, then said in a soft voice, "Boy, I hope he gets better, he will be lucky if he recovers.

In the future, we will have a thick thigh to hug, and we will not walk sideways in the capital. "

Jiang Zhou looked at the head of the hill with a treacherous smile, shook his head helplessly and dotingly, and laughed along with him.

Although they didn't see it, who made her the one they wanted to protect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Go back, I'm watching here."

An Xin met Shang Jiangzhou's unquestionable eyes, so she had no choice but to agree, "Okay, if you need something, ask someone to call me."

"Go back quickly, I think you treat this kid better than us." Jiang Zhou became jealous, his eyes were not kind:

"No, this kid is too attractive. I have to take this opportunity to disfigure him. He has become ugly. Let's see if he dares to keep coming to your side."

"Boring." An Xin squinted at him, turned around and prepared to leave.

Jiang Zhou smiled wickedly: "Aren't you afraid of what I'll do to his pretty face?!"

An Xin opened the door and was shocked by the cold wind, before going out, she left a sentence: "Are you the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger?"

Looking at the closed door again, Jiang Zhou murmured, "It doesn't seem to be the case."

Jiang Zhou looked at Kong Xun who was lying on the bed and was still awake. He had nothing to do, so he chose to go to the desk and sit down to read a book.

But when he glanced at the rice paper spread on the table, and the ink was still wet on the poems written on it, he knew that it was written by his own hill master just now.

Thank you Baozi for your support and encouragement, and for your votes.

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