An Xin was once again thankful that she was not obsessed with looks. If she was a little bit obsessed with girls, she would have liked the girl in front of her with hair as sharp as a knife, eyebrows as black as ink, a face as rosy as peach petals, and eyes as clear as autumn water.

His lips are rosy, and when he laughs his smile looks like falling wild swan feathers. He is cold and silent yet handsome.

Even though An Xin was not obsessed with looks, she was still dazzled by the man's smile.

Upon learning that several generals' residences had also sent people out to look for them, An Xin asked Yuchi Yi and the others to go back and tell them not to look for them anymore, and that she would come to thank them in person another day.

Jiang Xuan glanced at the injured area on An Xin's waist, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes. He stood up and looked at Jiang Chenxi, who was looking at An Xin with concern, and said goodbye and left.

An Xin wanted to stand up and see her off, but he raised his hand to stop her. He looked at her with gentle eyes and said, "Xiao Shanzhang is injured, so there is no need to see you off."

An Xin was tired after a whole night of tossing and turning. Seeing that Zhu Shijing had already walked over to send the person off, she did not insist.

After An Xin settled Doctor Su and Imperial Physician Tang in, she went to see Kong Xun and An Rui. While no one was in the room, she took out medicine from the system's secret cabinet and gave them the medicine.

By this time it was already dawn.

On the way back, I met Qingfeng and asked him about Kong Xun's follower named Lingyun.

"My Lord, he suffered some internal injuries. He just drank the medicine prescribed by Elder Su, and his breathing has become more stable."

"Oh, that's good. He saved you before. You can arrange for someone to take care of him in the next few days."

Qingfeng noticed the fatigue on An Xin's face and said with some concern: "I will take care of these trivial matters. Master, please go and have a rest."

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

Looking at the lanterns hanging all over the yard, she remembered that today was New Year's Eve. She didn't expect it to be so eventful and full of ups and downs.

Li Ziyu and Leng Xiangbai stood in the corridor and watched her enter the backyard, then went to look after the two injured people respectively.

One concerns the life and death of everyone in their house, and the other is their dear junior brother. Neither of them can get into trouble.

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

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

Liu Boxing tucked the corner of the quilt for An Rui and lowered his voice: "I'm worried."

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

"Brother Li, your arm is also injured. I'll take care of you here. You can go back and rest."

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

Seeing the fatigue on Li Ziyu's face, Liu Boxing didn't dare to disturb him anymore. He went to get an outer robe from An Rui's room and covered him with it.

Li Ziyu's eyelids moved, but he didn't open them in the end.

After Leng Xiangbai came back, he let Jiang Zhou, who had an injured thigh, go back to sleep. His exposed skin was only scratched by dry branches and thorns, but he was not seriously injured.

The masked man's knife only accidentally cut a cut on the outside of Jiang Zhou's thigh, which was not serious.

However, meeting Leng Xiangbai's determined gaze, he could only nod and go back to his room to rest, and come back to watch over this extraordinary person on the bed for him later.

We can't let anything happen to him in Antaku, otherwise we'll all be finished.

An Rui's injuries were relatively minor, so An Xin gave him a few doses of the medicine given by the system, and he woke up the next day.

Even Ling Yun drank the medicine prescribed by Doctor Su. He woke up for a while in the afternoon, but because he suffered internal injuries, he ate something and fell into a deep sleep again.

Kong Xun, who had lost too much blood and suffered multiple injuries, hadn't woken up for three days. Not only An Xin but also the people who took care of him every day were worried.

The one in the Golden Throne Hall was even more upset. He only sat for a while during this year's palace banquet and then secretly disguised himself to come and see his dragon balls.

The worried Emperor Sheng An left Imperial Physician Tang and Xiao Xia Zi here to watch over the family, and asked them to go back and report every day. The surroundings of An Xin's house were protected by many secret guards.

An Xin saw that Leng Xiangbai and others were worried about the servants guarding Kong Xun's dragon egg at night, and were afraid that something unexpected might happen. Emperor Sheng An was furious and massacred the An residence.

Despite their own injuries, several people took turns guarding every day. Their faces did not look good in the past few days. An Xin insisted on letting them go back to rest while he stayed behind to watch over them.

After Li Ziyu and the others left, An Xin fed Kong Xun another pill, and when she saw his steady breathing, she patted his pale face gently.

"You little brat, wake up when you've had enough sleep. It's no fun to scare us like this."

After saying that, An Xin saw that Kong Xun didn't give her any face at all and was still lying on the bed acting as his sleeping handsome man. She pouted and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

He walked to the desk where Kong Xun usually read and wrote, and began to recite some poems from his previous life to pass the time out of boredom.

As the candlelight flickered, An Xin didn't notice that the person lying on the bed's eyelids moved slightly after she left.

Late at night, An Xin walked to the bedside again to look at Kong Xun, touched his forehead, and found that except for the fever on the first night, he had not had a fever since then, perhaps because he took the medicine in the system.

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In the second half of the night, Jiang Zhou came over limping.

An Xin saw him and said disapprovingly, "Didn't you say you shouldn't come over tonight?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came to take a look. If this guy is dead, we will have to be buried with him." Jiang Zhou's sharp tongue did not diminish even though he knew Kong Xun's identity.

An Xin walked up to him and tapped Jiang Zhou on the forehead, then lowered his voice and said, "Brat, hope for the best. If he can get better, he'll be lucky.

We will have a big thigh to hug from now on, and we can walk around the capital with ease."

Jiang Zhou looked at his own headmaster with a cunning smile, shook his head helplessly and dotingly, and smiled too.

Even though it's hard to watch, she's the one they want to protect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Go back, I'll watch over here."

An Xin met Jiang Zhou's unquestionable gaze and had no choice but to agree, "Okay, let someone call me if you need anything."

"Go back quickly. I think you treat this kid better than the rest of us." Jiang Zhou was jealous and looked at him unkindly:

"No, this kid is too attractive. I have to take this opportunity to disfigure him. Once he becomes ugly, I'll see if he dares to get close to you again."

"Boring." An Xin glanced at him and turned to leave.

Jiang Zhou smiled evilly: "Are you really not afraid of what I will do to his pretty face?!"

An Xin opened the door and was startled by the cold wind. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Are you the kind of person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes?"

Looking at the door that closed again, Jiang Zhou whispered, "It seems that it is not the case."

Jiang Zhou saw Kong Xun lying on the bed still unconscious. With nothing to do, he chose to walk to the desk and sit down to read.

However, when he glanced at the rice paper spread on the table, on which were written poems with ink that had not yet dried, he knew that these were written by his own little headmaster just to kill time.

(End of this chapter)