Chapter 81 Killing Ling Fengxun

An Yunhe turned around subconsciously. When he saw what An Yunxi was holding, his eyes were gloomy, but he smiled gently and said, "It's just some ointment for external injuries."

"Third brother, I smelled medicine when I came in. Are you injured too?"

An Yunxi's words were obviously testing.

The two had just met not long ago.

It was just that the scene was a bit chaotic at that time.

Moreover, the other party was able to recognize her, but she was passive, and there was no obvious evidence to prove that the man was An Yunhe.

Just relying on a small mole on the back of his hand?

She shifted her gaze to the back of An Yunhe's hand.

The mole was inconspicuous, but it touched her heart.

After taking Ling Fengxun's pulse, An Yunhe checked Ling Fengxun's wound and said, "Well, I accidentally scratched my arm when I had an argument with my father not long ago."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and showed An Yunxi the scratch on his arm.

The wound was very new, which was consistent with what he said.

An Yunxi put down the only suspicious ointment and turned to his side, "Third brother, how is the prince?"

An Yunhe said, "There are some troubles, but his life is not in danger. Did you apply the medicine I gave you to his wound?"

An Yunxi nodded, "Well, other medicines are useless, only yours works, so I brought the prince to you."

An Yunhe showed a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Xi'er, that was for you, why did you give it to him? What a pity."

Every medicine he gave An Yunxi was for life-saving.

All of them are priceless and extremely rare.

Even An Yunhe himself felt a pang of pain when he heard that An Yunxi gave the medicine to Ling Fengxun. He

didn't feel bad that Xier was the only one who used it, but he was also worried that An Yunxi would really be injured, and it would be best not to use the medicine.

An Yunxi raised his eyes and looked at An Yunhe seriously, "Brother, what's a pity? Isn't this medicine used to cure diseases and save lives?"

An Yunhe shook his head without explaining, "It's nothing, Xier, come and help me, help me hold his hands and feet for a while, I have to use a knife to dig out the rotten flesh from his injured part to detoxify him."

An Yunxi was stunned, but did as the other party asked.

She helped Ling Fengxun up, hugged his upper body from behind, and grabbed his wrists with both hands.

This posture looked a little ambiguous.

An Yunxi didn't have time to think about these things, she just stared at the movements of An Yunhe's hands.

He was holding a knife.

It seemed like he would stab it into Ling Fengxun's heart at any time.

Just as cruel and decisive as when he killed An Qing.

An Yunxi didn't know whether bringing Ling Fengxun here would have a good or bad result, but she was sure she could protect his safety.

"Third brother, you won't hurt me, right?"

An Yunxi blinked and suddenly asked this question in the quiet room.

An Yunhe's hand holding the dagger paused slightly, raised his head and asked with a smile: "Why do you ask?"

An Yunxi said calmly: "Third brother has been protecting me since I was a child. Obviously, you are in poor health, but if you hear someone bullying me, you would rather get hurt than not teach that person a lesson. From childhood to adulthood, Third brother is good to me, Xier remembers it all."

An Yunhe's fingers holding the dagger were a little unstable.

But he soon regained his composure.

He curled his lips and smiled lightly, but the dagger approached Ling Fengxun's waist and abdomen little by little.

"Those are things from childhood, Xier, do you still remember them?"

"Of course I remember them all."

An Yunxi pursed her lips, she suddenly bent her eyebrows, her eyes were bright, and the light of the candle seemed to jump gently in her eyes.

An Yunhe was very skilled in cleaning the wound with the dagger in his hand.

The arc of his lips became bigger, and his voice was as gentle as water.

"Third brother also remembers it."

The room became extremely quiet.

One could even hear the sound of the dagger cutting through flesh and blood.

An Yunxi couldn't bear to watch, but she had to watch.

Even though Ling Fengxun was unconscious, he was struggling subconsciously. An Yunxi held him tightly in her arms, as if she was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again.

She absolutely couldn't lose this person again

. He died in her arms in the last life, and she wanted him to live in this life!

It seemed like a hundred years had passed.

The sweat on An Yunxi's forehead never stopped.

Handing her a handkerchief, An Yunhe wiped his hands with another one, put down the dagger and said: "Okay, the wound has been cleaned and the medicine has been applied. Just take a nap. When you wake up tomorrow, remember to give him the medicine in this bottle. The remaining poison will be cleared in about three days."

An Yunxi only felt a long sigh of relief.

The big stone that had been pressing on her heart finally fell to the ground.

She couldn't help but laugh, looking at the third brother with warm eyes.

In fact, she was a little worried that the third brother would take advantage of Ling Fengxun's serious injury to kill him.

The identity of the third brother is questionable. He has a close relationship with the killer of Nanqi and is likely to be from that side.

It was really risky for her to run here with Ling Fengxun.

But she didn't believe from the bottom of her heart that her third brother, who would rather expose himself to protect her, would do something to hurt her and the prince.

Then, she was right.

An Yunhe had bandaged Ling Fengxun's wound, and then he reached out and tapped her forehead lightly with the knuckles of his index finger.

"You grew up with your third brother since you were a child. What are you thinking? Doesn't your third brother know? You are afraid that I will hurt your husband, the prince, right?"

An Yunxi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"I"

An Yunhe continued, "You are still playing the emotional card on me. What kind of character are you, don't I know?"

An Yunxi blinked, and her eyes widened instantly.

She looked at her kind third brother, and her mood became extremely complicated, and she wanted to say

something but stopped. Seeing her expression, An Yunhe pulled her to sit on the chair next to her to rest, and poured her a cup of tea.

"You sweat so much, your clothes are soaked, drink some water first."

An Yunxi picked up the teacup.

She was about to drink, but put it down again.

"Third brother, I..."

"Why, are you still afraid that I, your brother, will drug you and harm you?"

An Yunhe took the cup from her hand and drank a sip himself, then poured her another cup, "Are you relieved this time?"

An Yunxi was indeed very thirsty.

She ran all the way here, carrying someone on her back, and sweating so much, how could she not be thirsty.

She took the tea, tilted her head back and took a big gulp. Just as she was about to speak, she felt her eyes go dark and her head felt dizzy. She raised

her hand and rubbed her head. It was obvious that she couldn't hold on any longer.