In the evening, the sun was sinking to the west, and the sky was full of sunset glow, and the magnificent red spread, adding a touch of color to the majestic palace.

At the main entrance of the palace, guards wearing iron armor and holding guns are lined up on both sides. From time to time, patrolling imperial troops pass by, which shows that the guards are heavily guarded.

After a while, a young man with black hair and purple clothes walked out slowly, with a very powerful look in his eyes.Beside him was a little eunuch in scarlet clothes and holding a whisk to guide him.

When the guards on both sides saw this person, they immediately saluted, "My lord."

The young man nodded indifferently, got into the carriage waiting at the palace gate, and left.

The carriage had just passed the imperial palace, and there were two forked roads in front of it. The coachman was about to swing his whip and go back to the mansion on the left road, when he heard a cold voice from inside the carriage, "Go to Juxian Building."

The coachman responded and immediately pulled the reins, and the carriage turned to another road.

The sky is getting darker, and the twilight is coming together. This place is remote, and there is no one around. The only quiet sound can be the clattering of horseshoes and the rustling of wheels rolling across the ground.

Inside the carriage, there was a lamp by the young man's hand, and the bright light hit the memorial in his hand, illuminating the writing on it.The young man's face was calm, and he glanced at ten lines, and there was a small stack beside the small table.

As they were walking, the carriage suddenly stopped.

The young man frowned, it was only a quarter of an hour, it was impossible to reach the Juxian Building.He put down the memorial, looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

The coachman didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly replied, "Master, there is a person down in the middle of the road ahead, I don't know what happened."

There was no sound in the carriage, the coachman hesitated, and asked tentatively, "Do you need to bypass it?"

When the coachman asked the question, he already had the answer in his heart. After all, with Qin Jian's indifferent temperament, it was unlikely that he would help a stranger.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jian didn't answer, he got out of the car and walked towards the lying man.The coachman was surprised for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

When I got closer, I found that this person was lying face down on the ground, his body was covered with blood, and even the ground was stained with dark red. There were several cuts on the blue shirt, as if cut by a sharp weapon. .

Qin Jian frowned and looked at it for a while, squatted down, stretched out two fingers and turned the person over, a dirty face was reflected in Qin Jian's eyes, Qin Jian frowned even tighter, as if a little Standing up in disgust, he took two steps back.

The coachman immediately stepped forward. He made a preliminary inspection, then tried the man's breath, exhaled, and said, "Master, this boy is unconscious due to excessive blood loss. This man...how should we deal with it?"

The sky was getting darker and darker, and it was completely dark in just a short while. Qin Jian turned his back to the carriage, and the light in the carriage cast his shadow in front of him, blurring his edges and corners, and the driver couldn't see Qin Jian clearly. Jane's expression boldly said, "This place is remote, few people come here, if you just ignore it, I don't know if I can live tomorrow..."

As he talked, the coachman keenly sensed that Qin Jian was in a bad mood, and his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

Qin Jian turned around and walked back, stopped after two steps, and said, "Bring him up and go back to the mansion."

The coachman was overjoyed, he tried his best to avoid the boy's injury, and put him on the car.It's just that the young man was in a coma, his body was so limp that he couldn't sit still, the upper body of the young man slid down as soon as the coachman set it up, and he went back and forth several times, sweating all over the coachman's body.I was afraid that Qin Jian would throw the boy out in a fit of anger.

When he was in trouble, he heard Qin Jian say inside, "Let him in."

The driver immediately followed suit and drove the carriage back home.

A fresh and elegant breath permeated his mouth and nose, the boy's brows furrowed by the pain slowly loosened, his slightly sober mind became blurred again, and the only thing imprinted in his mind was that cold voice.

Qin Jian continued to look at the memorial, but his eyes did not stay on the young man.

After returning home, he handed him over to the housekeeper, and said by the way, "Arrange him in a remote courtyard so that he can be taken care of."

"Yes." The butler responded and asked, "Why did the master come back so early? Didn't he say he wanted to talk to Mr. Wang?"

Qin Jian's eyes fell on the young man.

The butler understood in seconds.

In the side courtyard, the housekeeper invited a doctor, and summoned two maidservants to clean up the young man, changed into clean underwear, and put him on the bed.Just when the doctor arrived, after feeling the pulse, he bandaged the wound with medicine and prescribed side medicine.He took the medicine and decocted it, and after an hour, he fed it to the young man.

The housekeeper arranged for someone to guard the boy, and went to the main courtyard by himself.

In the study, Qin Jian changed his clothes and looked at the official documents. It was the time of spring. Every year at this time, there were cases of candidates plagiarizing and examiners accepting bribes. In addition to the memorials of the ministers, they were really busy.

The housekeeper entered the study after getting the answer.

The layout here is simple and clear, without any extra decorations.The purpose of entry is a shelf full of books, without any dust on it, and many books have traces of frequent flipping.

The butler briefly talked about the young man's situation, handed a jade pendant to Qin Jian, and said, "Master, the young man's clothes don't look like those of my court."

Rubbing the jade pendant with one hand, Qin Jian said, "Send someone to monitor him, and report any changes to me." Qin Jian put down the official document, raised his head and said, "Also, go and check his identity."

The housekeeper responded.

Qin Jian's black eyes were deep, she was lost in thought as she looked at the jade pendant in her hand, thinking of something.

As the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, Qin Jian has been acting as the emperor's prime minister for state affairs for five years.Five years ago, the first emperor passed away, and the younger emperor succeeded to the throne. A decree and a will made the Qin Jian jump from a third-rank doctor Guanglu to a first-rank prime minister. The gold seal and purple ribbon are very beautiful.However, under this beautiful appearance, there are both open and dark arrows, the ambitions of foreign relatives, the turmoil at the border, and the young emperor...Under internal and external troubles, it was Qin Jian's painstaking preparations that brought about the Great Song Dynasty. Today's singing and dancing is peaceful.

Is it a coincidence or an ulterior motive for the sudden appearance of a boy with clothes and accessories different from the current dynasty?This had to make him suspicious.

The next day, Qin Jian went to the court before dawn, and returned in front of the palace gate at night.After two days like this, the boy in the side courtyard finally woke up, but something was wrong.

The butler passed away as soon as he received the news.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw four or five servants standing outside the door. The housekeeper reprimanded, "Young master just woke up, why don't you go in and take care of him, what are you doing standing outside?!"

The servants heard the voice and turned around to salute. The person on the right stepped forward and bowed his body and replied, "Uncle Li, it's not that the servants are negligent. His wounds burst and he retreated."

The butler pondered, how could he be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy the day he brought it back? How could there be such a big reaction from just a few servants?

He waved his hand to let the people leave their positions, poked a hole in the paper pasted on the door with his fingers, and looked down through the hole, only to see the young man sitting on the bed with his knees hugged, his back against the wall, with an uneasy expression, as if He is very wary of this unfamiliar environment.

Reminiscent of the knife wound on the young man, the housekeeper sighed in his heart, and he gently opened the door. Sure enough, the young man was like a frightened bird, struggling to move backwards, but he was already close to the wall, and the room was only this big, and he could not move back. Where can I hide, I can't dig a hole and bury myself.

The white undershirt on the boy's body was already stained with blood, especially the wound on his waist where the area was the largest.

The butler could only stop, smiled kindly, and said, "Don't be afraid, young master, this place is safe...don't move, you have wounds on your body so that it won't burst..."

But the boy was full of panic, he kept moving left and right, trying to avoid his sight.The butler had no choice but to back out and close the door again.

The young man was already weak, and after all the tossing, he soon fell asleep.The butler immediately asked his servants to re-apply the medicine to the boy's wound, changed his clothes, and left worriedly.

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I plan to write this story faster, not as slowly as the last one. ^_^

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