After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

The Jinyiwei swarmed in and quickly subdued Hong Shiru and dragged him away.

Yu Qingqing rushed over at the first moment, but due to Song Wenyuan's gloomy face, she dared not say anything. In the end, she could only send the frightened Zhuozhuo back first, but Jianshu was left behind - left behind by Song Wenyuan.

The two sat in front of a tea stall. Song Wenyuan bandaged Yuan Ge with a cold face. He didn't know how to control the severity of the wound, as if he was angry with someone. Yuan Ge gasped and wailed in pain, "Song Wenyuan! Do you want to hurt me to death? Hiss - be gentle!"

Her voice was very high, her temper was very bad, and she even called him by his full name. How could she look weak at all? She was just like a female tyrant who was used to being domineering. The Jinyiwei and Jingzhao Yin looked at her sideways, and were amazed and admired. Lord Song's face was so dark. In this situation, they all tried to stay as far away as possible, for fear of being affected. But she dared to shout and yell, but their own lord didn't say a word.

He just bandaged the bandage with a cold face, and it was obvious that his movements were much gentler.

Yao Yunfeng was also amazed. It was true that this person had lived long enough to encounter all kinds of strange things. Look, Song Wenyuan, the dark flower of the Gaoling Mountains, was picked by someone.

The young Jinyiwei held the bloodstained golden hairpin in both hands, approached with a flattering look, and called out with a smile, "Madam, your hairpin... I'm afraid you should wash it carefully later." After that, he looked at Yuan Ge with admiration. Hong Shiru's palm was pierced with a hole, like a spring, gushing blood! What a ruthless person, Madam is really a ruthless person, no wonder she can take down their leader!

She took it in a hurry and hadn't paid yet. If it weren't for this hairpin, she wouldn't have been held back by that woman and naturally wouldn't have suffered this unexpected disaster.

Yuan Ge sighed helplessly and turned back to look for the stall owner, only to find that the stall was already empty.

"Forget it, give it to me."

Seeing that she was still not obedient despite her injured neck, Song Wenyuan suddenly intensified his movements. Yuan Ge gasped in pain and almost jumped up on the spot, "Song Wenyuan, did you do this on purpose?!"

The young Jinyiwei ran away in a hurry.

Song Wenyuan tied the knot and retracted his hand. He looked at the shocking fingerprints on Yuan Ge's wrist and the shoulder soaked in blood. His eyes became darker and colder. His fingertips hung there for a long time before he retracted them and sighed softly, "Since you are so afraid of pain, can't you just be honest? I said I can protect you."

"I know." Yuan Ge looked up at him, smiled calmly, and said, "Song Wenyuan, if you let a fugitive go because of an innocent citizen, it can be said to be out of mercy. But if you let the fugitive go because of me and others talk about it, it would be womanly kindness, personal feelings, and dereliction of duty... I am most afraid of death. I dared to take such a risk only because I knew he was injured. Look, isn't it all right? Everyone is happy!"

She calls this a "happy ending."

Song Wenyuan frowned. The little girl must not know how miserable she looked at the moment. She was like a delicate and tender cat with broken claws and dirty fur, abandoned under the eaves in the pouring rain. She called to him tenderly and softly, saying that this was already a happy ending for everyone. Her requirement for "everyone was happy" was too low.

And she was in such a mess just to protect him...

He had always protected others in his life, but this was the first time someone showed her tender claws for him without any hesitation. Song Wenyuan leaned forward slightly and gently held her in his arms, carefully as if he was holding a ball of feathers. He thought, fortunately, he caught her this time.

……

"What happened? Why were they attacked? How are they? Where are they injured?"

The voice came before the person arrived. Xu Chengjin stumbled into Luofengxuan. The man standing by the bed looked surprised for a moment. He nodded slightly as a greeting and said, "I guess this is the famous Mr. Xu. My name is Wen Peiji." While speaking, he had already looked the man up to toe without making any expression - was this man so anxious that he lost his composure?

Wen Peiji, the stepson of the Wen family and Wen Qian's elder brother.

The other party's gaze was too direct. Xu Chengjin steadied himself awkwardly and added, "Where's Wen Yuan? I heard he was injured. How bad is his injury?"

Wen Peiji sneered secretly. This man was famous for being close to Song Wenyuan. How could he not know that Song Wenyuan did not live in this courtyard? Now he was trying to cover up his mistake, which made him look more like a thief with a guilty conscience. His eyes were slightly cold, but his face was still calm and gentle. He slightly turned aside and said, "It was not Lord Song who was injured, but my sister. I will trouble Master Xu again."

The girl was lying there with her brows furrowed and her eyes closed, with gauze wrapped around her neck and her clothes still intact. There was shocking blood on her shoulders, and there was still blood on her face that looked a bit like Yuan Ge. Xu Chengjin's eyes went dark all of a sudden, and he almost fell down - he knew that those vague expectations were just his own fantasies, but looking at the face in front of him, he still found it difficult to breathe.

It's like instinct.

His loss of composure was obvious, his face was as pale as if he was the one who was injured and bleeding. Wen Peiji saw it, his brows furrowed even more, and after a while, he urged, "Song Wenyuan was just called away, and he treated the injuries, some superficial injuries, not very serious, and most of the blood was from someone else. It's just that the girl's foundation is poor, and she couldn't hold on on the way back, so she fainted... The little girl loves beauty, and we don't trust ordinary doctors, and we're afraid that she will leave scars, so we asked Master Xu to come here."

Xu Chengjin finally woke up from his dream.

After checking the injuries, taking the pulse, prescribing medicine, and explaining the precautions to Shiyin, Xu Chengjin was relieved after being reminded of everything three or four times. He then turned to look at Wen Peiji and nodded in return, "Master Wen, there is something I don't understand, and I want to ask you."

Wen Peiji sat at the table, pushed the tea he had just poured over, and said, "Mr. Xu, you don't have to be polite. You and I are about the same age, so you can just call me Peiji."

"Then I'll call you Brother Wen." Perhaps because of his previous loss of composure, Xu Chengjin felt guilty and under some strange pressure when facing Wen Peiji. He stood there obediently, not sitting down or taking the cup of tea. He just looked back at Wen Qian and asked tentatively, "I was talking about medicine with Miss Wen before, and I found out that Miss Wen seemed to have studied medicine under a master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart was already beating like a pounding drum, as if he was a prisoner awaiting the final verdict.

Wen Peiji raised his eyes, slowly leaned back in his chair, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and reminded lazily, "Brother Xu... my sister is already married, it doesn't seem appropriate for you to call her Miss Wen anymore."