Invite the wolf into the room

General Xue Jingran is his cousin. "

Fushang Liu stretched out his hand and patted his brother's head, thinking to himself that he didn't know when he would learn to use his brain.

Ling Qingzhe was dissatisfied back then and was recommended to be the magistrate of Hulin County. They also united to make him feel sorry for him, but he tormented him enough. They can also not stick to common sense, and sometimes the formalities and methods are more severe than these old people, so they can't help but be unconvinced.

"This lord is just a foreigner to earn merits now, and his achievements will be extraordinary in the future. You are not allowed to be rude to him."

"He's actually General Xue's brother."

Liu Fushang's younger brother was already full of respect when he heard Xue Jingran's name. Xue's family is a family of generals, and the eldest son of each generation inherits the position of general, but not the title of title. Leaving an heir, but the second son only inherits the title and does not hold an official position. Xue Jingran inherited the position of general after his uncle died of illness, and made outstanding military exploits at a young age.

The Xue family can be said to be the iron wall that protects their Jialin Dynasty. It is a noble that is truly admired by the world...

"Then he is too proud, so let's just talk about you, brother."

Recalling Ling Qingzhe's words before leaving, Fushang Liu's younger brother was still a little dissatisfied, saying, "What about you... I really don't like you", which is too rude.

"That doesn't mean anything else, it's just because I'm ugly!"

When Liu Fushang saw that his younger brother was concerned about this, he could only sigh helplessly. This was one of the things he couldn't do with that adult. Every time he met Ling Qingzhe, he would almost hit him with this sentence. Not what he wanted...

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When Ling Qingzhe left Xishan's small building, he saw Hou, the head of Yiqing Building, there. After chatting for a while, he was escorted by her and left Yiqing Building through the side door. The air was cool and pleasant in the middle of March. Ling Qingzhe didn't want to take the sedan chair anymore on a whim, so he sent the bearers back, planning to take Ling Ming and Quan Zi for a walk home.

Although there is no such thing as a curfew in this peaceful and prosperous age, ordinary people are still used to living a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so except for Fengyue Street which is particularly lively at night, other streets are very quiet.

Ling Qingzhe took a leisurely walk in the moonlight like this, feeling extremely comfortable, but his good mood didn't last long, and was destroyed by the dog's low growl. Ling Qingzhe looked at the dog who ran into the dark alley, knowing that It found something again, so it had to follow quickly.

Gouzi is very sensitive to the smell of blood by nature, and Ling Qingzhe also used it to solve murders in the county, so now seeing Gouzi like this, Ling Qingzhe is really worried that there is really a murder.

Gouzi stopped outside an abandoned old house. After looking around, he jumped in from a collapsed low wall. Seeing this, Ling Qingzhe flew across a wall and jumped into it too. At this time, Ling Qingzhe had already smelled the smell of blood hidden in the dilapidated house, and felt a faint aura.

The dilapidated house with mixed wood and stone can be said to have lost much of its sheltering effect. Ling Qingzhe waved Ling Ming and Quanzi to wait outside, then clasped his right hand on the soft sword at his waist, and carefully walked through the half-opened door. walked in.I saw a slender figure hugging his knees and sitting curled up in the kang, his fierce eyes were staring coldly at himself who appeared in stature.

"It's you……"

The clearer eyes under the moonlight attracted Ling Qingzhe's gaze. The young man looked more embarrassed than before, but the lone wolf-like eyes did not dim in the slightest, on the contrary, they became more determined.

It is completely relying on will to support myself...

Looking at the young man in front of him, Ling Qingzhe admitted that he had some appreciation and admiration for him, and Ling Qingzhe was also willing to make friends with people who could arouse his emotions.

"If you don't want to die, don't use your skills randomly. If you become a disabled person, you will feel that life is better than death."

Ling Qingzhe let go of the sword hilt at his waist with a soft sigh, and then slowly walked to the front of Kang. Even if he wanted to save someone, he had to see if the other party would let him save him.

An Chen looked at Ling Qingzhe who was gradually approaching him, hesitation and struggle flashed in his squinted eyes, he knew that he was no match for this person at all...

"you……"

An Chen, who was suddenly hugged by Ling Qingzhe, let out a low cry, but this affected his internal injuries. The pain that swept his whole body made him twitch slightly in Ling Qingzhe's arms. Every breath brought a sharp pain like acupuncture in his lungs. Subconsciously, he clutched Ling Qingzhe's skirt tightly, gasping for breath and desperately enduring.

"How did you get hurt so badly!"

After probing An Chen's injuries with internal force, Ling Qingzhe looked at the young man in his arms who was stiff and silent, and admired his perseverance even more in his heart.

"I'll save you, eat it first."

Ling Qingzhe took the pill from Ling Ming and gave it to An Chen. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around An Chen's body to prevent the wind from aggravating his pain. Then he hugged him tightly in his arms. Li left the broken house.

"Huh... um..."

The unfamiliar but very warm embrace made An Chen lose his mind for a moment, and the pill he took in the confusion just now turned into a burst of warmth, relieving part of his pain. Realizing that this person really wanted to save himself, An Chen raised his head Looking deeply at Ling Qingzhe's side face, until he was too weak to resist and fell into a coma.

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The following content is not the text, but it is easy to confuse the relationship between the characters, so mark it~~

Added the background of the Xue family, the previous writing was too simple and there were bugs~~

Xue family relationship table:

Old Master Xue (the second son of the Xue family)

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Da (eldest son), Jing (second son) Zhe (daughter) and other concubine children (omitted)

uncle parents

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'－－－－ Ling

Xue Xueqing

Si Jing Jingzhe

' Ran Yang

The military power of the Xue family is separated from the power of the nobility. The eldest son has the military power, and the second son has the title.

Wipe the sweat, do you understand?

The author has something to say: this time the hero is a bully, hehe~~

An Chen... Quail?

Thanks to the silence of the night, Ling Qingzhe ran all the way back to the mansion with An Chen in his arms without being seen. He also deliberately concealed the matter of An Chen, so he asked Ling Ming to dismiss the guards at night, and then Ling Qingzhe returned with An Chen in his arms. own room.

"Yuanyuan, go find Uncle Yang, and Ming'er will ask someone to boil some hot water, and tell them I need to wash up."

Putting the person in his arms on the soft bed outside the bedroom, Ling Qingzhe looked at the young man who was still clinging to his clothes even though he was unconscious, so he could only sit on the couch and hug him in his arms.

Except for Ling Ming, Ling Yuan, and Uncle Yang who were close to Ling Qingzhe in Ling's mansion, everyone else was taken in or hired by Ling Qingzhe after he took office. Naturally, many boring people like to talk about the life of Ling Qingzhe, the county magistrate. So his affairs are rarely known to those rough envoys, especially now that Ling Qingzhe knows that he is in trouble, so he has to keep it secret.

Uncle Yang soon came over with Ling Yuan, but his face didn't change when he saw An Chen's appearance, he still smiled kindly and took his pulse.

"Uncle Yang, how is his injury?"

Ling Qingzhe asked Uncle Yang softly, and with his free hand, he tried to break away An Chen's hand holding his skirt, but the other party's grip was too tight, Ling Qingzhe didn't want to hurt An Chen, so he had to give up.

"His internal injuries are nothing. It's just that his internal organs were injured by the shock. He can rest for two months. The trouble is that he was poisoned later..."

Uncle Yang's narrowed eyes opened slightly. Although he still looked smiling to outsiders, Ling Qingzhe, who was familiar with him, could tell that Uncle Yang was starting to be serious.

"Then can he still be saved?"

Looking at An Chen's face covered in blood and gray marks, Ling Qingzhe frowned in embarrassment.

Uncle Yang would not take such a serious internal injury seriously, but he would be embarrassed by this kind of poison, which shows that the poison is not that simple.

"It's not a poison that kills people. It's just that it restricts internal energy and makes people weak for a certain period of time. However, because of the addition of other drugs, the derived toxicity will temporarily make people lose their voice and blindness. It seems that the other party wants to capture him alive."

Uncle Yang became interested in the poison, and after healing An Chen's injuries, he left Ling Qingzhe's room and went back to prepare the antidote.

"Blindness, loss of voice...who wants to treat you like this?"

Judging from the boy's exposed delicate arms, Ling Qingzhe guessed that he would not be more than 16 years old, but in terms of martial arts alone, he was much better than himself. Thinking of the boy's fierce and stubborn eyes, Ling Qingzhe couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity.

"Master, the water is ready, you go take a bath first, I'll help him wash up."

When Ling Ming came back and saw that Ling Qingzhe was still hugging that person, he wanted to go over and help. His young master likes to be clean, so he must be very unhappy to be covered in blood now.

"Let me do it, you clean up here, and you also deal with all the clothes you changed later, so don't leave any traces."

Ling Qingzhe looked at the young man who was shrinking into his arms in a daze, and stood up holding him