After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

The battle situation had already been divided unknowingly, and Ji Fengxuan was surrounded by the other half of the dead soldiers.

Yan Wan pulled Qi Yunsheng, unarmed, and the blood on his face faded, Qi Yunsheng finally stabilized his trembling legs, and instead held Yan Wan's hand: "Take me as a shield."

"How is this..."

Before the words were finished, the assassin charged forward with a sword in hand.

Yan Wan's pupils shrank sharply, forgetting to respond.

And then--

There was a bang.

The assassin knelt straight down, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "bang-dang" sound. There was a sword stuck in his vest, which pierced through his entire chest. Yan saved the rest of his life, sweating profusely, and saved another life. He went to Ji Fengxuan. Looking around, I realized that Ji Fengxuan had abandoned his weapon in his busy schedule and was fighting with his bare hands, his expression was very ugly.

Then, he went to Yan Ban to break through. Although he had no weapons, the dead soldiers had no choice but to watch him getting closer and closer to Yan Ban...

On the tall building, Li Shiyi's face was already ferocious, almost distorted, and his teeth were grinding to pieces.

Useless waste!

So many people can't beat even one person...

He immediately went back to the private room and came out with the bow and arrows he had prepared.

It's not uncommon for children from aristocratic families to be good at riding and shooting. Li Shiyi is one of the best, with extremely accurate arrow skills.

An arrow shot out without a sound.

The battle situation is still chaotic.

The dead man rushed towards Yan Wan like a mad dog.

The slight sound of the wind cracked gently, Ji Fengxuan was extremely sensitive, he squinted his eyes, his breathing was chaotic, he didn't even care to dodge, he took a sharp blow, and accelerated towards Yan Wan.

In a blink of an eye, Yan Wan was close to him, he stretched out his hand, trying to lead him to avoid the arrow, but Yan Wan didn't seem to see him, and knocked Qi Yunsheng away with his body, trying to harden the assassin's sword catch.

puff-

The sharp blade sank into the flesh/body, making a blunt sound.

Ji Fengxuan kicked away the assassin who was stabbing at Yan Wan, and he was being shot by the arrow. The arrow penetrated his shoulder blade, and the arrow was naked and stained with blood, which did not hide its sharpness. He staggered a step , was supported by Yan Wan exclaiming: "Brother!"

Ji Fengxuan panted slightly, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow with his bloody big hand with bulging veins. He let out a groan in his throat, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice: "It's okay."

Then, he rushed towards the group of assassins again, his eyes bloodshot.

Soon, there were streams of blood winding and converging everywhere on the ground, as well as horrified dead bodies scattered all over the place.Yan Wan was worried about Ji Fengxuan, seeing that he survived to the end safe and sound, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He quickly went up to help him, saw his bleeding wound, tore off the corner of his robe to hold him down, his voice trembling unconsciously: "We will go back to the house to bandage, brother, just bear with it."

Ji Fengxuan glanced at Qi Yunsheng with scarlet eyes, nodded and left with Yan Wan.

Qi Yunsheng stood there in a daze, and when they were far away, he realized that the murderer was still hiding behind, and hurried to Dali Temple.

……

When Yan Wan brought Ji Fengxuan, who was covered in blood, into the Yan Mansion, the servants of the Yan Mansion and the mother of Yan who rushed over were all terrified.

"How did it become like this?" Mother Yan was extremely distressed, and then asked Yan Wan, "Wan'er, are you okay?"

Yan Wan said, "No."

Then, even the grandmother Yuanchun Dajun was alarmed, and while leading people to visit, she ordered people to go to the palace to find the imperial physician.

Yan Wan explained the cause and effect, and the Princess Yuanchun was furious, smashed the teacup, and raised a pair of phoenix eyes fiercely: "Whoever dares to assassinate my grandson, investigate! We must investigate thoroughly!"

Two quarters of an hour later, the imperial physician arrived at the bed, examined Ji Fengxuan and prescribed medicine, half of his arm was wrapped in gauze.

"Fortunately, the injury was not serious. If it was any heavier, the hand would be useless. The medicine must be changed on time, so as not to let the wound become inflamed and rot."

The maidservant in Ji Fengxuan's room was about to pick up the porcelain bottle containing the medicine, Yan Wan stepped forward and said: "Give it to me, brother was injured for me, I will change the medicine myself."

The imperial physician immediately gave the medicine bottle to Yan Wan.

A group of people retreated, leaving Ji Fengxuan to rest in his own room, Yan Wan sat on the bed and watched over him, Ji Fengxuan sat on the bed with his eyes tightly closed and his face was pale, his usual sharp eyebrows looked a little fragile.

He was probably extremely tired, so he was able to fall asleep even when the imperial doctor applied the medicine. He clearly saw that when the imperial doctor treated his wound, the cut-off clothes were still covered with blood and flesh. The wound was shocking, but he fell asleep like this Yes, I didn't feel any pain.

Yan Wan was afraid that he would have a stiff neck when he was sitting and sleeping, so she went to help him, trying to make him lie down and sleep more comfortably, but as soon as his hand touched him, Ji Fengxuan woke up, silently opened his eyes, the eyes The luster is much duller than usual.

Yan Wan asked softly: "Brother, are you better?"

Ji Fengxuan didn't seem to want to speak, his eyes were dark and lonely, and there was silence in the wing room.

Yan Wan thought that he was thirsty, so he stood up, but he didn't want to be caught by the wrist. He looked back instantly, with surprise in his eyes, and listened to Ji Fengxuan's question word by word: "If Qi Yunsheng and I switched positions, you would do the same." Will you save me without risking your own life?"

The cold wind blew into the wing room, and the surrounding temperature instantly became awe-inspiring.

Yan Wan didn't know how to answer this question, would she?No, at that time he only had Qi Yunsheng in his eyes, and at the critical moment, he completely forgot that there was another person beside him.

After careful consideration and self-examination, Yan Wan cannot tell a lie.

But Ji Fengxuan seemed to know the answer, let go of him finger by finger, and whispered: "I'm tired."

Yan Wan pulled the quilt for him, tucked the corners, and said: "I'm sorry brother, you should rest well first, I'll go out and watch over you."

Gentle and cruel.

Ji Fengxuan closed his eyes, fell into a drowsy sleep, and vaguely heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and then he fell into a boundless dream.

The entrance is the pale mourning hall, in which there is a row of coffins, and a big word "Dian" is written in the wreath above it.

The tongue of fire crackled the paper money, and a young man knelt in the middle of the mourning hall, with gloomy eyes and a tall and straight figure.

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the biting wind was blowing from outside, and there was a commotion outside the mourning hall, and someone came to make trouble.

He heard someone say: "Father pays off his debts, and Marquis Zhongyi still owes us eighty-eight thousand eight hundred taels. Don't think this matter is settled like this."

The servant who couldn't bear the boy to hold the funeral alone for a few more days stopped him.

It's a pity that it didn't help, the noise was getting louder, and more and more people were looking for trouble. They rushed in like locusts, and the servants couldn't stop them.

And when the plaque of the Zhongyihou Mansion was knocked down and trampled on, a woman's voice suddenly sounded and stabilized the scene:

"With my Yan Mansion here, who dares to bully loyal ministers, the orphan of a hero!"

The beautiful Mrs. Yan came here with her daughter as a guard.

A little girl with a ponytail in a red dress and a silver bracelet ran up to him and said to him, "Don't be afraid."

The little girl's hand was extremely warm, and she held his frozen red hand tightly. She bent her eyebrows and smiled at her, injecting a little vitality into his soulless body. He lowered his eyes and dared not look at her.

When he raised his eyes again, the little girl in front of him suddenly changed. He turned into a man with beautiful face and handsome eyebrows. .”

The boy turned into a grown-up man at some point, and they were still in the mourning hall, but he didn't feel any pain, fear, helplessness or confusion at all. strong.

He heard the person in front of him say to him: "I will protect brother and treat him well."

The words he spoke were firm and powerful, which made him feel very at ease.

But in the end, he watched with his own eyes the smiling and feasting man in front of him disappear little by little, leaving nothing in his palm.

wake up.

Endless emptiness filled the body, as if abandoned by the whole world.

The sky was overcast, the twilight was heavy, and the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by darkness, and even the sparrows returned to their nests.

His vision was dim, but he could vaguely see a thin human silhouette in the room, which was about to melt into the night.

Probably because of a tacit understanding, he just looked over, and the man woke up. He accidentally turned his body, only to realize that his whole arm was numb, so he shook his arm, lit the lamp, and walked quickly to the bedside. With a smile, he called out:

"Brother."

His thoughts gradually came back, Ji Fengxuan looked at him with unclear eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Have you been here all this time?"

Yan Wan hurriedly poured him a glass of water, measured the temperature and put it in his hand before replying: "Well, I'm worried that my brother won't see anyone when he wakes up, so I'll stay here and watch."

Ji Fengxuan was speechless.

His brows and eyes were a little bleak, and his breath was even more lonely.

Yan Wan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and quickly asked: "Is your brother hungry? I ordered someone to make herbal porridge and ginseng soup for nourishing qi and blood, and it's simmering on the stove."

Ji Fengxuan replied silently: "...I'm hungry."

Yan Wan immediately ordered someone to bring up herbal porridge and ginseng soup. The thick and rich herbal porridge and ginseng soup gave off a mellow aroma. Yan Wan filled a bowl for him and fed him with a spoon.

"Brother, please."

Ji Fengxuan stared at the porridge for a long time, then he swallowed it in one gulp, the tip of his tongue was numb from the heat.

In the cold body, the porridge was like a piece of iron, sliding down the throat all the way, scalding everywhere it passed.

But the more he was burned, the more comfortable he felt, and he wished he could keep torturing himself like this, and then Yan Wan said apologetically: "I'm sorry, brother, I was at fault for the assassination. It was an emergency and I couldn't care less Think about it, if only my brother and I were assassinated, I would definitely save my brother."

Ji Fengxuan gave a soft "um", he lowered his eyelashes, his emotions were all covered up, and he didn't know whether he would forgive him or not.

Yan Wan didn't dare to ask, for fear of making him more sad, she took care of him carefully, fed him a whole bowl of porridge, and then fed him half a bowl of ginseng soup.

The servants came in and cleared the table, and removed the dishes and chopsticks, Ji Fengxuan just said: "You also go back and rest."

Yan Wan shook her head: "It's inconvenient for brother's wound to get wet, I'll wipe his body before leaving."

Ji Fengxuan asked calmly: "Is this compensation?"

Yan Wan looked at him calmly: "Brother gave up his life to save me, how could this be enough to make up for it, as a younger brother, I voluntarily took care of him."

The two fell into silence again.

Then, Yan Wan brought a water basin, soaked the towel with clean water, and walked up to Ji Fengxuan:

"Brother, offended."

Ji Fengxuan stood in front of the bronze mirror, without saying a word, Yan Wan took off his clothes and put the belt on the basin stand.

Yan Wan glanced at his waist, well-proportioned and burly, without any fat, which made him very tall. Compared with his own thin body like a bamboo pole, it was too ugly. He couldn't help being envious: "If I have a brother as strong Shuo is fine."

He also went to practice martial arts, one hit ten.

Ji Fengxuan also looked at his waist, which was extremely thin, and the big hand hanging by his side unconsciously curled up his fingertips, and silently weighed it. Such a thin waist seemed to be able to be held with one hand, and it couldn't bear much weight. It will break if you bend it lightly.

Yan took off his clothes, saw white gauze wrapping half of his body, and the other side was firm and toned honey-colored skin, with some muscle bulges, not exaggerated, but just right to show the masculinity of a man, and admired him again.

No wonder Ji Fengxuan is so good at hitting, this muscle looks full of strength, maybe it can be hung on a swing with one hand.

He wanted to touch it very much, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he just looked at it, and then wiped it from his neck, around the place where the gauze was wrapped, and wiped it carefully bit by bit, as if wiping an extremely precious vase.

The warm towel lingered on his body, maybe it was because the towel was made too rough, but Ji Fengxuan clearly felt the heat flow all over his body, converging towards his abdomen, making him restless and unbearable.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his face became more serious. When Yan Wan was still rubbing his waist repeatedly, he held his hand and said with a little irritability, "I will do it myself."

Yan Wan was taken aback for a moment, but still obeyed, and said with a light smile, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he was about to pour the dirty water away, and seeing Ji Fengxuan holding down the edge of the basin, Yan Wan had no choice but to tell him: "Brother, rest well, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Then he completely exited the room.

As soon as they left, Ji Fengxuan couldn't hold back any longer, and his face was extremely ugly.

In the mirror, he clearly observed some hidden changes in himself, shameful, sinful, violating human/ethical...

He actually reacted to his foster brother, he obviously likes a woman, and he already has someone he likes!