unprepared

Yan Chen came swiftly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and took advantage of the fact that the assassin was fighting with Su Huai and couldn't distract himself, aiming directly at his throat.

The incoming punch was like a gust of wind, and the assassin only felt that there was danger behind him. Su Huai in front of him was more important than the unknown danger behind him. He separated it in an instant, and the moment the fist touched his throat, he had to turn around to avoid it. .

This avoidance caused Su Huai to scratch his waist with a sword.

The assassin didn't like fighting at all, and when he was injured, he jumped onto the wall and disappeared.

"Shangguan Yan, hurry up and let someone chase you." His Highness the Seventh Highness was helped aside, and couldn't help arranging the arrest of the assassin.

Shangguan Yan was a literati, and he was already stunned when he saw such a situation. It was only now that he was called on by his name that he recovered his senses and ran out of the school palace.

Although they went out in plain clothes, there were many guards that should be brought with them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Zi Ran, go and invite your grandfather here." Mr. Meng hurriedly beckoned seeing His Highness Seventh Prince's hand bleeding profusely.

Wei Ziran had already come out long before he called him. Hearing Mr. Meng said that he wanted to invite his grandfather, he had to be embarrassed: "Sir, this son's hand has to stop the bleeding quickly. When my grandfather comes, I'm afraid it will be too late." ah!"

"This……"

"If sir is trustworthy, there are medicines in the student's room, so I can take care of one or two for this young master," he said.

Mr. Meng naturally thinks this is the best, but he is afraid that the emperor will not agree. After all, the prince is also delicate and expensive, so he explained to Emperor Cheng in a low voice: "This is Wei Yun's grandson, look..."

How could Emperor Cheng not know about Wei Yun, besides, he couldn't wait for the emperor's hand now.

"Then what are you waiting for, send it to the house."

Mr. Guo stabilized a group of students here, and Mr. Meng led several nobles to the student dormitory in the backyard.

Yan Chen just wanted to turn around and go back to the school hall with Su Qi and the others, but Yan Zhizhou stopped him: "Come here together."

In such a situation, Yan Chen could only steal a questioning look at Su Huai.

Su Huai was still like a proud peacock, frowning slightly, looking back at him with a look of disdain, but thinking that this guy had a conscience for him just now, he reluctantly reminded: "Let you follow Just follow."

Now that Su Huai has said so, Yan Chen has nothing to worry about, but he is sure that these two ordinary dressed but extraordinary people are the "big shots" Wei Ziran mentioned.

Uncle Wei is a person who likes to plan for a rainy day. Jinchuang medicine, hemostatic medicine...all are available. Yan Chen inadvertently asked him why he still brought a medicine box in the academy. Uncle Wei said that he was afraid that he would be injured when practicing swords.

Yan Chen thought about it, the swords they used in the academy were not sharpened, let alone injured.

Of course, the medicine box was never used once, but today it finally showed its usefulness.

Mr. Meng sat outside with Emperor Cheng, while Su Huai led Yan Chen and Wei Ziran inside to check Yan Zhizhou's injuries.

Uncle Wei was obviously a little excited when he bandaged Yan Zhizhou, and there was even a little excitement in the excitement.

People nearby may not be able to see it, but the injured person can feel it.

Yan Zhizhou sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the young man in front of him slightly, his usually dull face rarely cracked a blank slit. For some reason, he always felt that if there were not so many people here, this person would have to leave him alone. While bandaging, he hummed a little tune.

Wei Ziran sprinkled white powder on the palm of his hand, then took out a needle and thread, and looked at him with bright eyes expectantly: "My lord, do you want to improve your hand quickly, or slowly?"

"Of course I want it to be faster." Yan Zhizhou hesitated for a moment when he saw him holding the needle.

"Let's sew a few stitches!" Wei Ziran was eager to do it, and he was about to do it.

"Wait, don't you give me some anesthetic?" Su Huai who was behind couldn't stand it anymore.

"I didn't bring any anesthetic here." Wei Ziran comforted, "It's gone after Renren, but it doesn't really hurt too much."

Su Huai couldn't help but kicked him on the buttocks. It was to remind him that the person sitting in front of you is not an ordinary person. He dared to give someone stitches without anesthesia. Are you looking for death?

Wei Ziran realized later about the "noble man", and suddenly realized that although he didn't know how expensive the man in front of him was, it was absolutely impossible to give him stitches, and it was very possible that he would hurt himself He will be punished!

"This... Actually, it can be healed without stitches, just pay more attention, don't use this hand casually, don't touch the water, just change the medicine every other day." Uncle Wei changed his words faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Then let's do it like this!" Yan Zhizhou naturally saw Su Huai's small movements.

It seems that Wei Yun's grandson and Su Huai should know each other.

Wei Ziran bandaged it for others in twos and twos. When tying the knot, in order to show his thoughtfulness, he even twisted a bow on purpose. Su Huai only felt hot eyes when he saw it.

Just as Wei Ziran exited, someone walked around the screen and came in. Yan Chen only looked up to make sure he hadn't seen this person during the melee.

"Your Highness, is your injury serious?" The visitor knelt in front of Yan Zhizhou with a worried expression.

Your Highness?

Yan Chen was startled, it seemed that he really was a "noble man".

"No problem, did the assassin catch it?" Yan Zhizhou asked.

"No."

"Get up!" Yan Zhizhou didn't seem to care about catching the assassin, and then turned his gaze to the person next to Su Huai, "What's your name?"

Yan Chen closed his eyes, but he didn't show politeness, nor did he show any shock or fear: "Yan Chen, a grassroots man."

Yan Zhizhou admired his composure and composure, and it seemed that he had a good vision, of course...he looked at Su Huai, except for this person.

"Yan Chen... which family's young master?"

This can be regarded as stopping people from asking, Yan Chen Yuguang glanced at Su Huai, but kept silent.

Su Huai looked at him and then at Yan Zhizhou, a little troubled: "My family."

Hearing this, Yan Chen raised the corners of his mouth unobtrusively.

Yan Zhizhou said, "Why isn't your surname Su?"

"My father adopted him, but he doesn't want to change his surname." Su Huai knew that Yan Chen was guilty of a crime, so he could only talk nonsense.

"Since that's the case, don't worry about my troubles. When you enter the palace tomorrow, just bring him with you. Please explain what you have to do." After Yan Zhizhou finished speaking, he got up and left, followed by the person who had just entered.

Before Yan Chen raised his eyelids, he felt a touch of green flash across his line of sight. He stared at the man's back slightly in his heart until he disappeared, and then asked in a low voice, "Who was that man just now?"

"Seventh Prince Yan Zhizhou." Su Huai said.

"I mean the one that came in later."

Su Huai: "You mean Wang Xiao? He is His Highness's personal guard."

……

Prime Minister Su is very happy today. He never thought that His Highness the Seventh Highness would fall in love with Yan Chen, but this is a good opportunity to stand out, although it will take certain risks.

Young Master Su is still unhappy, Su Qi has such a big mouth, as soon as he returned to the mansion, he used extremely exaggerated rhetorical techniques to tell everyone in the mansion how Yan Chen saved him, including those who often come to steal food wildcat.

Now everyone looked at Yan Chen with admiration, as if they would never see Su Huai again without him today.

I'm so angry!

It was obvious that he saved His Majesty and Seventh Highness from danger regardless of the danger, but no one cared about this important point.

The weather is getting hotter now. After taking a bath, Su Huai leaned crookedly on the imperial concubine's couch under the tree with her long hair loose, enjoying the comfort of the evening breeze.

Yan Chen was already lying on the bed, but suddenly remembered that he was going to enter the palace tomorrow, and when the Seventh Prince left today, he asked Su Huai to explain himself, but Su Huai didn't tell him a word at all.

The next moment he shook his head, this man was so eager to see himself make a fool of himself, how could he take the initiative to explain himself.

Yan Chen first went to knock on the door of the next door, but found that the light was on in the room but no one answered him, only to find someone under the tree in the yard when he turned his head.

No need to guess, it must be Su Huai.

Yan Chen walked over, walked around in front of him, and was about to call him, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Half of Su Huai's face was pressed on his arm, and he was obviously asleep with his eyes closed. It may be that the pillow was too low, so he had to stretch his snow-white neck.

The Black Bamboo Courtyard has always been brightly lit at night. The lights in the courtyard can be said to be five steps and one light at ten steps, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.

The pale yellow candlelight gave the sleeping person a gentle breath, and the blue silk and jade necks were intertwined, making Yan Chen almost unable to move his eyes away.

"Brother..." Yan Chen called out in a hoarse voice.

Su Huai didn't sleep well, mainly because the sleeping position was a bit difficult, so he woke up when someone disturbed him.

"Why?" Seeing that it was him, Su Huai became irritable for no reason, and then he seemed to wake up from a dream, "Didn't you say you wanted to call me son in private? There are no rules."

"Yes, my lord." Yan Chen said honestly, "I just want to ask, what should I pay attention to when I enter the palace tomorrow, after all, if I lose someone or offend someone, it will be at the prime minister's residence."

Listen, is this asking for advice or a threat?

Su Huai stood up and grabbed his chin, smiling on the surface: "Threat me?"

"Don't dare, I'm just telling the truth." Yan Chen was not intimidated by his aura at all, after all, no matter how fierce the expression of Su Huai's image at this moment was, it was not convincing in his eyes.

"Listen more, read more, talk less, if you can't control your mouth..." Su Huai let go of his hand, and flicked his lips, "Sooner or later, he will die."

After speaking, he pushed the person aside, and wandered into his own room with a disturbed dream.

Yan Chen stood under the tree for a long time and couldn't regain his senses. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly raised his hand and touched Su Huai's lips that had just been played.

Better go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow!

Until he lay down, he could still feel his pounding heartbeat, sleep with his eyes closed, don't think about things that shouldn't be.

When he was woken up the next day, Yan Chen had dark circles under his eyes, with an irritable and helpless expression on his face.

For a whole night, in the dream and outside the dream, it was that person, that person's neck, that person's hand...

"Listen more, read more, talk less, if you can't control your mouth..." The man said the same words in the dream as in reality, but then he leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Sooner or later it will be death."

Yan Chen splashed cold water on his face vigorously, feeling very depressed.