An Xin looked up and saw a tall figure standing in the yard. He was wearing a black cloak with bright yellow underneath.

Even though the man had his back to her, An Xin understood why the people waiting outside were now kneeling on the ground.

An Xin twitched his lips. He traveled back to the ancient times when imperial power was supreme. If he didn't want to lose his head, he had to adapt to the local customs.

Just when An Xin had finished his mental hint and was about to use the ancestor worship ritual to worship Emperor Sheng An.

A mellow and majestic voice sounded.

"You don't have to kneel down and bow. I still want to live a few more years."

An Xin paused, and suddenly understood why Emperor Sheng An said this.

It seemed that she once said that she only bowed down to the dead.

"Haha" No matter what, as a modern soul, I really don't want to kneel down to anyone.

An Xin had no tendency to be self-abuse. He bowed deeply to the old emperor and gladly accepted that he would not have to kneel when he saw him in the future.

When Emperor Sheng An saw blood dripping onto the snow on the ground when An Xin bent down, his eyes flickered.

"How is he?"

An Xin understood immediately: "It should be fine."

Answer briefly and to the point.

Emperor Sheng An glanced at the woman in front of him who answered his questions neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Seeing that her face was calm and without any sign of fear, Emperor Sheng An did not doubt what she said.

If people knew that Kong Xun's background was related to the royal family and his life was in danger, I'm afraid no normal person would remain so calm.

"It seems that his life experience has been known to others. It is no longer safe for him to stay with you. When his injuries are better, I will send someone to take him back to the palace."

An Xin wanted to clap his hands and say farewell, but was afraid that it would be too obvious, so he could only reply: "Everything is subject to the emperor's arrangements."

After Emperor Sheng An went in and looked at his dragon eggs for a while, he left a lot of precious medicinal herbs and left with his men.

An Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh my god, I finally got rid of this hot potato."

After returning to the palace, Emperor Sheng An instructed Eunuch Xiang who was following behind him, "Send a female doctor to check on her."

"promise!"

Emperor Sheng An discovered that An Xin was injured.

How could Eunuch Xiang, who has his eyes and ears open, not notice it?

As soon as Emperor Sheng An said to send a female doctor, he knew who she was going to be sent to.

After all, An Xin was a woman and the injury was on her body, so she would be embarrassed to let ordinary doctors see her wound.

Emperor Sheng An paused as he walked towards the bedroom and did not look back, but Eunuch Xiang could still hear the displeasure in his voice.

"To learn medicine, one must first learn morality. Since he has not learned morality well, let's send the imperial physician who was thrown out by Chief An Xiaoshan to the northern frontier to provide free medical treatment to the people."

"Yes!" Eunuch Xiang lowered his head and went back to do his work.

He thought to himself that Doctor Wang usually treated the ailments of the concubines in the harem, and that his character had become arrogant.

He didn't know who he was anymore. Now, to put it nicely, he was sent to the northern frontier to provide free medical treatment, but in reality, he was rejected by the emperor and exiled to that bitter and cold place to be a doctor.

When An Xin saw the female doctor sent by the palace, he wanted to take care of the minor injury on her body himself, but the female doctor acted as if she was here with an order.

If you don't let me receive treatment, I won't be able to report to you with such a pitiful look in my eyes when I go back, and sometimes I will feel a sense of sympathy for you.

He had no choice but to take the doctor back to the room, let her clean the wound, sprinkle medicine on it, and bandage it, then he went back to report with satisfaction.

An Xin looked down and saw her waist and abdomen bandaged several times. The corners of her mouth twitched, as if her injury was not that serious.

The reason why she got injured was because she knew that Li Ziyu and his gang only had mediocre kung fu and none of them could take a beating.

They were afraid that they could not deal with seven or eight masked men who were obviously professionally trained.

I was worried that after I finished cleaning up the people in the woods, I would see them lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Just then, when the masked men were about to chase them after their hands were cut and their combat capability was disabled, they were ambushed by a man in a silver mask hiding behind a big tree. They were unable to dodge and were cut in the waist by the sword.

However, she also cut the man's shoulder, so it wasn't too bad for her.

It is said that the subordinates brought by the silver-masked man were all killed by An Xin, and he himself was also slashed by her.

He never expected that his careful plan to kill the man's beloved son would be ruined by a man who jumped out with a rag on his face.

The masked man gnashed his teeth in hatred, covering his bleeding shoulder, and avoided the patrol team all the way back to the city.

He came to the wall of a mansion and jumped up with all his strength. Before he could stand firm, he was discovered by the guards in the mansion, who shouted, "Who's there?"

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The masked man obviously didn't want anyone to know his relationship with the owner of the mansion, so he turned around and fell into the mansion on the other side.

Xiao Wenrou, who was worried about not being able to collect luck points and exchange them for the pair of charming eyes she wanted, heard the noise.

Relying on the system he had, he dared to light a lantern and walk out in the middle of the night, and saw an injured masked man lying at the foot of the wall.

Not only was she not afraid, there was even a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Xiao Wenrou walked over and squatted down, slowly reaching out to take off the silver mask on the man's face. When she saw the handsome face, she smiled even more proudly.

Isn't this the same plot as in the novels she had read before where the heroine meets the hero, or the loyal male supporting role? At this moment, Xiao Wenrou was sure that she was the heroine of this world.

If An Xin knew about this, she would definitely say that she is worthy of being a time-traveling girl who thinks she is the heroine.

It is not something an ordinary lady would dare to bring a seriously injured man of unknown origin back to her boudoir in the middle of the night.

Let’s not talk about how Xiao Wenrou could live under the same roof without being discovered after rescuing the masked man, and how to develop feelings with the man she thought was the male protagonist or the loyal male supporting role.

An Xin came out and saw a room full of injured people, and his eyes twitched.

Li Ziyu, whose arm was injured, and Jiang Zhou, whose thigh was cut, were helping Kong Xun and Ling Yun out of the woods when Leng Xiangbai's face was scratched by branches and thorns.

Plus one, An Rui, who is still lying on the bed and hasn't woken up yet.

This time when they went out to fight, no one in their family came back intact, but fortunately, they only suffered minor injuries and were not in danger of life.

However, the royal father and son still owe this favor.

"Why didn't you notify us when you rescued them?!"

An Xin heard the questioning voice and looked up to see Yuchi Yi staring at her with his dog eyes.

He curled his lips and told the truth: "It's too late."

Gao Tai and Chen Qibao nodded, indicating that this reason made sense.

"Hmph!" Yuchi Yi raised his head proudly, and did not attack her again because she was also injured.

An Xin nodded to Jiang Xuan who hadn't left yet, "Thank you for coming out to look for someone so late at night."

Jiang Xuan's porcelain-like handsome face naturally revealed a smile, and his voice was gentle and elegant: "There is no need to thank you, Mr. An. If you want to thank someone, it should be thanking you for teaching my Chenxi so well."