After saving the villain [Transmigration Book]

I don't know how long it took, but Jun Yan only felt that his eyes were a little sour, and he closed his eyes gently. For some reason, he fell asleep very quickly this time.

When he woke up, the room was still dark, but when he looked out the window, the sky was gray and it was almost dawn. He was a little surprised. Did he sleep until dawn?

It seems like I had a sweet dream——

Too bad I can't remember what it was.

Jun Yan sighed lightly.

It was still early, and he couldn't do anything now, so he looked out again, thinking that he should continue to sleep, turned his head, and closed his eyes again.

But the young master involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he felt a little uneasy, who could that person be?

In his previous life, he was the governor, and he knew what happened in the whole country of Qi, even Xiliang. If Xinyang had such a talented young master, wouldn't he know it?

Unless - the young master died before he became the governor.

Thinking of what the little drug boy said, he was a little relieved and also worried. He should be able to trust the medical skills of the imperial physician, but what if?

What if the son's illness has not been cured yet?

How else to explain it?

What can he do for the young master——

Jun Yan's heart was in a mess, and he couldn't get rid of it. He turned over, opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, yes, his revenge has not yet been avenged——

It took him 14 years in his last life to get revenge.

More than 600 people, it is so useless, the government pretends to be deaf and dumb, and even ignores it——

After they died, they didn't even have a tombstone that belonged to them alone. It was just such a big pit, and old people, children, men and women were all buried in it.

The corpses were as charred as charcoal, and they should be so familiar people, but they couldn't even tell who was who.

And these are just for the future of one person.

More than 600 people died, just because these are ordinary people, they are not even as important as the future of a family.

At this time, the crown prince was deposed and the Shi family was wiped out.

It was the time when the Wen family was in full swing.

The eldest son is dying. As the eldest son, with the backing of the Wen clan behind him, the voices for making Concubine Wen the empress are louder than ever.

Those officials are treating these living human beings as human beings.

Jun Yan's eye sockets were slightly moist.

How long will it take him to bring down the Wen family in his lifetime?

Jun Yan closed his eyes slightly, and how should he repay the young master's kindness——

I don't know if it's because of being injured and too busy, but Jun Yan always feels that time passes very slowly. At dawn, the little medicine boy came in.

He still skillfully changed the dressing, bandaged, and chatted a few more words.

"Hey, what a pity." The little drug boy stared at the injury on his leg and said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jun Yan was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It's going to leave a scar." Yaotong said regretfully, "It's a pity, if you had the best chalcedony paste, your calf would definitely not have a scar."

Jun Yan laughed happily.

He thought it was a big deal, but it was just a scar on his leg, he also had it in his previous life, and there were even more scars left in Concubine Lan's Palace.

Thinking of the days in Concubine Lan's Palace, Jun Yan felt palpitated and shook his head, thinking of the chalcedony ointment that the little drug boy said, that little thing is very precious and hard to find, how could it be used on a servant like him?

He was about to speak his mind.

I saw the little drug boy staring at his face again, and said with some surprise: "Brother Yan, why do you still have scars at the corners of your eyes..."

Jun Yan forgot to look in the mirror for a long time. If it wasn't for the little Yaotong, he would have forgotten about it. In his previous life, the scar at the corner of his eye would have disappeared. During the time when he entered the palace, Zhen Fanghai gave him Didn't.

But at that time, chalcedony ointment was not used. Chalcedony ointment is made of high-quality materials, and it doesn’t hurt when used. Medicine, he still remembered the pain, but unfortunately he couldn't resist.

"Hmm..." Yaotong stared at him for a while, and said again: "Actually, although you can see a scar on your face when you look closely, it's quite small and doesn't affect it at all."

"That, do you want to get rid of it? My master has chalcedony ointment, I'll go get some for you?"

He is really a child, he dared to speak without knowing the value of chalcedony ointment, Jun Yan thought to himself, smiled and said: "No need, didn't you say this is young, and it's not disfigured, so why pay attention to appearance?"

Xiao Yaotong listened and thought about it, which made sense. Indeed, Brother Xiaoyan looks very good now.

Ji Fengjun lightly installed the letter tubes for the two black eagles in front of the window, and smelled the brown powder for him, the black eagles pecked at them, and flew out after a while.

The two of them flew around the yard twice, making bright noises, and stopped in front of his window for a moment, as if saying goodbye, and finally flew out.

Watching the two black eagles fly farther and farther, they gradually turned into two tiny black spots, and finally disappeared from his field of vision.

A gust of cold wind blew into the window, Ji Fengjun thought about it, and finally closed the window, went back to the table, and made himself a cup of tea.

Xiao Tangyuan walked in and said softly: "Young master, didn't you ask Nucha Zhen Fanghai to come to Xinyang to do something? Nu just confirmed the news, he is here to find Persian cats, by the way find some..."

He hesitated.

Thinking of Jun Yan, Ji Fengjun had some guesses in his heart, and sighed softly: "Where did you find it, how many did you find?"

"I looked for it in Xinyang's largest Nanfeng Pavilion, but it is said that no suitable candidates have been found, and they have already set off for Daxing."

Sure enough, Ji Fengjun felt some distress in his heart.

He sneered and said, "This fifth brother—I really don't know if he is really stupid or fake."