Ye Xuan was awakened by the pain in his body. His vision gradually became clear and he saw the man in blue clothes applying medicine to him. He was bending down and carefully wiping his wound.

As if noticing his gaze, the man stopped what he was doing and looked up at him: "Hey, are you awake?"

When he saw the man's face, Ye Xuan's uncontrollable breathing stopped for a few seconds, and he stared at the man in front of him. He was the one he attacked, but he didn't pay attention to what he looked like at the time. Now, after a closer look, he felt a heart-beating feeling.

Lin noticed his behavior in his later years, and his eyes widened as if he had lost his soul.

Tsk.

He took the wet woolen cloth and pressed it down on the edge of the wound.

At this moment, Ye Xuan finally came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, pursed his pale lips: "Hmm..."

"Young master, have you finished applying the wipe here?" At this time, a medicine boy came in with a medicine box, pushed open the door and asked.

"That's enough." Lin Wannian threw the cloth into the basin and said.

Lin Wannian sat aside and watched the medicine boy apply medicine to Sang.

The process of applying the medicine is extremely painful.

But Ye Xuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

After the bandage was done, the medicine boy carried the medicine box and said to Lin Wannian, "Sir, this patient can go back to recuperate after one more day of rest. He cannot bathe within five days, he can only wipe to avoid touching the wound."

"Okay." Lin Wannian took out two cents from his purse to reward her.

After the medicine boy left, they were the only two people left in the small single wooden house.

Lin Wannian picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water, walked to Ye Xuan's bed and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

Ye Xuan reached out and took it, and after taking a sip of the tea, he felt better.

"Have you any silver?"

When Lin asked this question, Ye Xuan was confused, but he still answered, "Yes." The secret guards still received monthly wages. His savings were enough to buy a house and marry a wife.

Thinking of getting married, Ye Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at the man beside him.

This guy is not bad, but he looks a bit difficult given his high status.

Just by asking this question, someone has already thought of how to deal with Lin's parents in his later years after getting married.

Lin Late Years didn’t know what this person was thinking: “Okay, remember to pay for the medicine.”

He said and stood up.

Ye Xuan saw that he was about to leave, and called out to Lin Wannian: "Don't go."

The shout almost hurt his wound.

Lin Wannian came back and sat beside his bed again: "Is there something?" Damn, he finally got to ask my name since he woke up.

Under Lin Late's gaze, Ye Xuan asked: "Why did you save me?" It was obvious that he was the one who attacked the other party first. If the other party could not react, then he would have been really attacked.

That’s it?

The smile on Lin Wannian's face faded. He raised his finger and lifted Ye Xuan's chin: "I originally wanted to kill you. Who dared you to attack me?"

As he spoke, he slid his finger over Ye Xuan's face, leaned closer, and whispered in the man's ear, his mouth curled up: "Since you have a nice face, I will reluctantly accept you as my male favorite."

Face?

Ye Xuan reacted and reached out to touch his face. The human skin mask had been torn off, revealing his original face.

He put down his hands, straightened his shoulders and felt the wind blowing in Lin Wannian's ears, which made him feel itchy.

But not disgusted.

He got excited and agreed to the other party's request: "Okay."

Lin Wannian suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he let go of his hand and looked at him in the eye: "Hey, male favorite. Do you agree?"

"You saved me, my life is yours, you can make me your slave."

It was at this time that he was very glad that he had such a good face.

Lin Wannian thought that Sang was mentally ill, or that Sang had had affairs with other men and had been trained by others?

Thinking of this, he grabbed Ye Xuan by the collar and said, "If you want to be my male lover, tell me your identity and name."

"My name is Ye Xuan."

"Ye Xuan? Your last name is Ye and your first name is Xuan?"

Ye Xuan responded muffledly: "Yeah."

"What's your identity?"

"Just an ordinary person." Ye Xuan replied.

Lin Wannian curled his lips and smiled, and said sarcastically: "Wearing a nightgown, with internal strength and martial arts, is he just an ordinary person?"

“…”

The night noise was silent.

Lin Wannian loosened his collar and said, "Get some rest and come find me. I'm staying at Jinfu Inn. Go east to the house without a plaque."

"yes."

Ye Xuan lowered his eyes and replied.

Lin left in his later years.

After the people left, Ye Xuan looked up at that place and clenched his fingers.

When he came back, the house had been cleaned inside and out, and many tables and chairs had been added to the hall.

Wan Gui and Wan Hua had already put on new clothes. When they saw Lin Wan Nian coming back, they hurriedly called out, "Young Master."

Wan Gui walked up and wanted to help take the things from Lin Wannian's hand: "Sir, I will help you."

Lin Wannian waved his hand: "No, I can do it alone, you guys go cook for me and send it to my yard."

"yes."

Lin Wannian was about to leave, but he looked around and didn't see Old Man Liu: "Where's the old man?"

"Uncle Liu went out for something."

"Well, if anyone comes looking for me, you bring him in."

After giving the instructions, Lin Wannian walked towards his own yard.

The fallen leaves in front of the house in the yard have been cleared away, and the clean environment makes people feel happy.

Walking into the room, Lin Wannian put the paper, pen and ink he had bought on the table, stretched out his legs and put them on the table, sipped his tea, pondered for a while, then stretched out his legs, picked up the graphite, ground it on the inkstone, and wrote with the brush.

This serious work takes a whole day.

It was late at night.

In his later years, Lin put down his brush, picked up the paper, blew it dry, and admired his own calligraphy. No, what he wrote.

As a modern person doing missions in ancient times, in addition to having detached thoughts, you also need a modern advanced scientific mind to help the ancient people here live and work in peace and contentment, and make the national defense strength the best in the world.

For the people: we need to increase the amount of food, not only to ensure that it can be turned over to the national treasury, but also to ensure that we have enough to eat.

As for the army: military rations are the most important. He specially wrote down the recipe for making compressed biscuits. As long as the experiment is successful, a small bite can fill the stomach for a whole day. Why would he still worry about not being able to fight well due to hunger?

"Sir, a guest said he is here to see you." Wanhua's voice came from outside the door.

Lin Wannian put down the paper and said, "Let him in."