Supreme pardon

Wen Renjue was shaken and rolled his eyes, his dizziness was only for a moment, in fact he came back to his senses after a while, but the sudden weakness of his body made him unable to stand up.

But the people who obviously held their own activities were very dissatisfied.

"You stand up by yourself before you die, okay?" Although the tone was dissatisfied, the smile was still strangely brilliant.

Wen Renjue gradually saw that face clearly in a daze, and he was still in the mood to tease, "You came too early."

"Hmm!" There was blood splattered on Bai Nen's cheeks, and Lan An carelessly lowered his head and wiped it off with his clothes on his chest. He didn't bother to look at people's faces. Seeing that most of the attackers in front had been cleared away, he said coldly: "So What are you trying to do? Are you really willing to give up your life for the sake of power?"

"Aren't you waiting to watch the show?" Wen Renjue asked plainly, trying to stand up with his legs.

Lan An lowered his head and looked directly at him with complicated pupils, but he still threw him away mercilessly.

Unexpectedly, he would be so caught off guard, Wen Renjue lost his footing and fell down.

Seeing him in distress, Lan An grinned at the corners of his mouth and smiled even wider, "Are you happy, Captain Wen? Are you still talking back to me?"

Cold sweat poured down, and he stretched out his hand to hold the dagger inserted into his abdomen. Now he could see clearly that Lan An turned his face faster than a book.

On the other side of the street, the gunshots gradually subsided, and after shaking his head, which had started to become confused again, Wen Renjue turned to look at Chen Liangxi who was being supported behind him to hide in Yun's house.

Looking back at Lan An, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he replied the last sentence before he passed out completely: "If he dies, I will have a headache."

Lan An was about to say something, but seeing that he was already unconscious, he had no choice but to give up.

……

In the chaos of Wen Ren Jue, he could only feel that someone was talking from far and near to him. Slowly, the voice gradually became clear, and finally it seemed to be right next to his ear. He wanted to force himself to regain consciousness, but every part of his body could not hear the sound. The weakness caused him to slowly close his eyes after opening them a little.

In the dizziness, the voice of the conversation in the ear gradually became blurred.

His lips moved, and he called vaguely: "Old An..."

"Hey? Is the lord awake?" Fei Chi just brought up the water. It turns out that this kind of thing doesn't need him, the chief manager of the gambling house, to do it himself, but now is a good opportunity to show his performance. In Yanzhen, who never leaves After guarding the boss, he also showed extra hospitality.

Yan Zhen was talking to the steward next to him, and handed the approved documents to that person, so he really didn't pay attention to the movement of the person on the bed.

Seeing that Fei Chi put down the water basin and approached the hospital bed, he also hurriedly got up and went over.

Wen Renjue's lips were opening and closing slightly, but his eyes were still closed.Yan Zhen lowered his head and listened carefully to his voice, but it was too vague to make out, so he could only shake his head at Fei Chi.

"Go get the doctor over here."

To be on the safe side, Yan Zhen still decided to ask someone to come and have a look.

After the lord's accident, Wang District used the best medical equipment to rescue him. When Yan Zhen arrived, his face was pale, and he really thought that he, the lord, couldn't survive.

Fortunately, the situation stabilized quickly. After the doctor said there was no problem, he got Wang's consent to pick up the Lord from the hospital and place him in the gambling house.

The king originally intended to take the Lord to the king's residence, but he refused.

He didn't dare to say it clearly, but he was slandering in his heart. Didn't his master just follow the king, so he fell to this point? Instead of leaving the master alone in the king's residence, it's better to take him back and take care of him himself.

Chen Liangxi was able to survive this time thanks to Wen Ren Jue, so naturally he wouldn't embarrass his subordinates too much.

The Lord was in a coma for five days. Although the best doctor in the area repeatedly assured that he was fine, it was only weakness caused by excessive blood loss, but Yan Zhen was still very worried.

It's an eventful season now. Chen Liangxi was extremely angry both physically and mentally when he suffered such a large-scale attack in his royal district. The large-scale bloodbath operation has never ended since that day. The four teams can't lead the front, can't lean on the back, and the dragons have no leader.

And because of the hasty formation and mixed personnel, although the number is not as high as the first three teams, it still takes a lot of thought.

It's enough for Yan Zhen to manage the gambling house, and now he has to work with the fourth team.

The head and tail of the moment are not.

The area is chaotic, and there are many black hands on the gambling houses.

Dao Ge got the news that the thirteenth district was going to assassinate Chen Liangxi early in the morning, and he had already informed the master, but Yan Zhen didn't know why the master, who had always been scheming, still got the idea.

Some of his subordinates went upstairs to talk about something, Yanzhen hadn't arrived yet to see the doctor, and was afraid of affecting his rest, so he led them downstairs first.

When he went upstairs with the hurriedly arrived doctor and Dao Ge, as soon as he entered the room, Fei Chi beside him said "Ah!".

Yan Zhen looked up and was stunned for a moment.

The Lord, who had been unconscious for several days, was already sitting on the head of the bed, looking at them silently.

Yan Zhen was very excited, and felt that he had found his backbone for a moment. During this period of time, all the big and small things almost drove him crazy.

Wen Renjue woke up for a while, and slowly regained his thoughts, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound, the door was pushed open, Yan Zhen walked in front, followed by several people in white robes.

"My lord!" Everyone tremblingly yelled as they galloped together.

Wen Renjue didn't have the energy to respond, so he just lowered his gaze.

Over there, Yan Zhen brought the doctor closer and checked him up and down.The three doctors all nodded to confirm that it was all right, but Yan Zhen was still uneasy and asked to have another examination.

Finally managed to make some noise, he said coldly, "Let them go out."

Yan Zhen has been paying attention, seeing that he cooperated well with the inspection just now, he guessed that he was really all right, now listening to him, obeying the order, immediately let the irrelevant people leave, and went to close the door himself.

Soon only Wenren Jue, Yan Zhen, Dao Ge and Fei Chi remained in the huge room.

Fei Chi was very clever, while Yan Zhen was going to close the door, he quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to the master.

After drinking a few sips of warm water, Wen Renjue felt that he was really alive, and his throat was no longer hoarse and angry. Looking at Yan Zhen who was sitting back in front of him, he asked in a low voice, "How many days have I slept?"

The excitement in his pupils was still there, and Yan Zhen also subconsciously lowered his voice: "My lord, you have been asleep for five full days. If you don't wake up again, I... oh."

There is no man who doesn't love power, but with real power in his hands, Yan Zhen feels tired.

What I didn't realize when I was in high spirits when managing the gambling house, but after managing the team, it is really too much to deal with all kinds of weird people in the king's district.

For him, under one order, the lives of countless related people are involved. All eyes on his side are fixed on you. In the end, you have to take all the big ideas. He didn't care about the presence of the Lord God before. , I didn’t seem to be doing anything casually, but I didn’t know until I was on the court that sometimes it’s tiring just to make decisions.

That is a psychological burden.

Yan Zhen stopped talking in time, and Wen Ren Jue was not prepared to listen to his long-winded complaints.

Turning his head slightly to look at the medicine bottle hanging on his right hand, he pulled out the needle from the back of his hand with a movement of his left hand.

"My lord?" Yan Zhen wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time.

With such a rough withdrawal of the needle, there is no way that it will not bleed, but Wen Renjue didn't care at all, pressed it with his fingers for a while, then turned his head to look at the others, and said softly: "Tell me about what happened after that."

Yan Zhen had no choice but to ask Fei Chi to remove the potion shelf first, and he pondered where to start.

Dao Ge remained motionless, standing like a background wall.

"Didn't you ask anything?" Hearing what Yan Zhen said for a while, Wen Renjue lowered his gaze, as if he was looking at the pattern on the quilt.

Yan Zhen nodded and said: "Captain Pan Xiao probably used all kinds of methods, and those who were caught alive didn't let go of their mouths to say anything."

Thoughtful, his pale right middle finger unconsciously tapped the back of his left hand.

Dao Ge stood in the corner, looking calmly at the person on the bed.Someone in his organization had inadvertently detected the news that some families in the thirteenth district and the king's district were planning to assassinate the king.

As soon as I got the news, I passed the message to the master, but I, the master, did not make any preparations.If you really want to make meritorious service, wouldn't it be good to tell Wang the news that the assassination was successfully prevented, why bother to make yourself so embarrassed.

He couldn't figure it out, but this master's way of doing things rarely allowed him to figure it out.

"By the way, the young master of the Yun family has called here a lot these days, asking about your situation every day." Yan Zhen added something as he remembered something.

The assassination happened at the door of Yun's house that day, and the story of Wenren Jue's savior was widely spread, even if Yun Mu didn't care about the world, he could still hear Wenren's name.

As soon as he contacted the casino, he went to ask his brother, but he didn't expect that it was really his "special" friend.

He has been thinking about going out to play with someone, and he is very worried when he knows the news of the other party's injury.

He didn't dare to get in touch with people before, because he was afraid that his family would blame him for associating with inferior people, but... Yun Mu thought happily, the captain of the fourth team in the king's district, this status is not inferior.

Could it be... In the future, I will be able to be friends with Wenren without hiding anything?

During this period of time, the atmosphere in Riwang District was tense, and the family members would not let me go out, but I could still make calls.As a result, Yan Zhen got used to making several phone calls a day.

Wen Renjue certainly didn't forget about Yun Mu, and it wasn't surprising that Yan Zhen said that the other party called him. He just opened his mouth and was about to say something, when the bell of "Ding Ling Ling" rang in the room.

Yan Zhen glanced at Dao Ge, and the man standing silently walked over and moved the phone to the bedside.

Yan Zhen picked up the phone, hummed a few times, and then said: "Wake up." Then his eyes fell on Wen Renjue's face as if asking.

Without opening his mouth, Wen Renjue stretched out his hand to signal.

Yan Zhen hurriedly put the phone in his hand.

"Hello? Do you hear anyone?" The voice on the other end of the phone was very gentle.

Wen Renjue said "En".

"Ah..." Yun Mu heard his deep and slightly hoarse voice, forgot what to say for a moment, was quiet for a long while, faltering and unable to utter a word, fearing that someone would hang up the phone, she blushed anxiously, Through the phone, he finally said, "Are you feeling better?"

Wenren Jue said "hmm" again.

When Yun Mu heard this response, he was immediately happy.

No longer wandering around on the bed, and smiling at the servants in the room who were worried about him, An Ansheng finally sat down in the middle of the big bed, opened his lips, and was about to say something, when he heard a loud "bang!" from the other side of the microphone.

"Wenren? What's the matter with you, Wenren?" Yun Mu was in a daze, first instinctively moved the microphone away from her ear, and then nervously put it back on her face, but unfortunately the voice from the microphone became very messy and no one responded.

Wen Renjue frowned and turned around, looking at the creaking door.

The iconic wavy black long hair, and the snow-white skin set off by the light green clothes are more "delicate". Lan An appeared at the door of the room with an absolutely "heroic" posture.

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late, because I saw a lot of comments mentioning recovery and maintenance.

So I revised the outline.

CP: white

Don't call someone with a slightly heavier pen and ink to call it Shoushou, it will put him under a lot of pressure. hhh

I will carefully create many characters and try not to "same face", after all, this is a "big" world.