Zhao An's plan made Xu Ruqing speechless for a while.
Without morals, anything is possible!
Who does this bastard think she is!
However, at this point, she had no room to retreat and had no choice but to bite the bullet.
"By the way, finally you have to say something gentle to the injured young master. If anyone is injured again, remember to come to you for bandaging."
"Sir, is this too much?"
Xu Ruqing discovered that Zhao An was really not a human being at all!
"Huh, as long as they have motivation, the sons of those military generals will fight. The harder they fight, the better."
After explaining, Zhao An rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and went to see Cui Wengong.
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"Picnic?"
It was the first time Cui Wengong heard such remarks, and Monk Zhang Er was confused.
Zhao An said: "It's just shooting and hunting. How can a gentleman's six arts be short of martial arts? You can find a reason to let the students of the Imperial College go on an outing near the Dagu River. Miss Xu and I will also go."
Cui Wengong's expression changed, "Are you planning to lure the snake out of its hole?"
"Chen Guogong wants to kill me, so I will give him a chance. When so many people come together, do you think he will take action?"
"I'll probably wait until you're alone before taking action."
"What if I create an opportunity and a noble disciple is injured?" Zhao An asked again, his eyes burning.
"Young people, don't mess around. Even if a noble disciple is really injured, they will blame the Imperial College for the crime and even take this opportunity to dissolve the Imperial College!"
Cui Wengong knows the Chen family's style very well, he is vicious and cruel, and he will definitely kill him if he gets the chance!
Just like today in the imperial study room, every little thing will be used to make a big fuss, and there is no king or father.
Zhao An said lazily: "We might as well make a bet. I bet that even if the noble son is injured, he will protect the Imperial College from being removed. Even in the next morning court, we can see the real tearing of the Chen family. In addition to that, In addition, you can also obtain a nominal army."
"What!"
Cui Wengong's old face was full of shock.
He didn't understand where this kid's clever schemes came from, but it seemed like he could do it every time he said it!
Finally, Zhao An and Cui Wengong decided on a time for a hunting outing, which was set in three days.
Look at the time, it's time to go back.
Que'er should go and assassinate Sun Laoba, I hope she is still alive...
After leaving the Imperial College, Zhao An was worried.
The driver was a boy from Tianshuiyuan, and there were many patrolling Jingzhao Mansion officers on the street.
Some passers-by whispered: "That girl is so powerful. She can fight against three top masters by herself."
"It's a pity that we still lost. Who knows whether we will live or die."
"Fortunately, she is a member of the Holy Sect. If she had not retreated to Tianshui Courtyard first, she would have died."
"Yes, if such a beautiful girl falls into the hands of a gang of gangsters, the consequences will be disastrous."
Hearing these words, Zhao An's heart sank to the bottom of his heart, and he urged the young man to drive faster.
Returning to Tianshuiyuan, there were eye-catching blood stains on the ground at the door, and there were guards patrolling nearby to protect Tianshuiyuan.
When the Holy Sect entered the capital, the empress specially sent a protective force to Cui Wengong. With them here, directly breaking into Tianshui Courtyard was tantamount to rebellion.
The dazzling blood stains extended all the way to the other courtyard. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw basins of bloody water being brought out by the maids. There were also low and painful sounds in the room, as well as Jiuyin's scolding.
Zhou Rang lay on the roof and shook the wine gourd, "Boy, that girl almost died."
"How is she injured?" Zhao An resisted and did not go in. Zhou Rang sighed: "Today Sun Laoba and Black and White Shuangsha were gathering in a restaurant. She went to look for trouble, but they were jointly attacked. I almost didn't save her. Thanks to the mysterious Only if someone intervenes can I take her to escape."
"Is she that tigerish?"
Zhao An laughed angrily, thinking there was some good way to kill Sun Laoba, but this was the result?
A martial artist is a martial artist after all, and will never use his brain.
As soon as he walked in, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Jiuyin sat on the edge of the bed and frowned, helping Que'er deal with his injuries. Que'er was stabbed once in the chest and shoulder. The wounds were deep enough to show the bones. The right arm was the most seriously injured, and one arm almost escaped death. Got chopped down.
Que'er lay there motionless with a pale face, blood sliding down the fingertips into the basin, which was shocking.
"Why bother..."
Zhao An laughed at himself, feeling a twinge in his heart.
When Jiuyin saw the person, he had no good temper and continued to deal with the wound with a sullen expression.
"Let me do it."
Zhao An took out a bottle of white medicine, and Jiuyin glared at him again before giving in.
Such a serious injury required sutures. After Zhao An helped Que'er apply medicine, he had someone get needles and thread.
Jiuyin was shocked, "How can you heal injuries like this!"
"Shut up, just watch this."
Zhao An pinched a ball of cloth and brought it to Que'er's mouth. She bit it in a daze.
As the needle penetrated her flesh and blood, she twitched in pain, and her originally pale face turned sallow, extremely terrifying, as if she was going to die in the next second.
The treatment process lasted a long time.
Finally, the snow-white gauze wrapped around the bloody body, Zhao An put on a skirt to cover her delicate body, and then hugged the person.
"Where are you going?" Jiuyin asked with a frown, Zhao An said: "The smell of blood here is heavy, which is not conducive to nursing. I will take her back to my room for easy care."
"Now that I know I feel distressed, why would I have gone earlier!"
"What's the meaning?"
"Don't think I don't know. If it weren't for your order, she would be stupid enough to go head-to-head with those crazy people?"
Jiuyin said this, but Zhao An had no way to answer, so he could only lead Que'er away in silence.
Back in the room, Zhao An asked someone to put on new bedding, then sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his miserable face, and whispered: "Actually, you don't have to work hard, it's not worth it for me, and I don't need anything in return from you."
Que'er didn't speak, but murmured.
She lost a lot of blood and needs to be nursed back to health.
Zhao An took out the red ginseng and purchased some rare medicinal materials in the capital to make a pot of medicine that nourishes qi and blood.
She drank very little while she was half asleep. Zhao An drank a bowl himself and left the rest for Lao Zhou and Jiuyin.
That night, Zhao An felt that his Dantian was burning like a raging fire, and his power seemed to have grown stronger invisibly. Or maybe the power that originally belonged to the original owner had returned, and he punched out with a dull sonic boom.
What is the identity of the original owner...
The next morning.
When Zhao An woke up, he found that Queer's eyes had opened a slit, and her complexion was no longer as scary as yesterday, with traces of red marks.
Zhao An touched her head and she murmured: "Sorry, I couldn't kill him, I couldn't beat him..."
"Get some rest and don't think too much."
"Can you stay with me for a while? I feel so hurt."
She spoke with difficulty, but Zhao An didn't answer and went straight out.
Her eyes suddenly became dim and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I repaid the Queen Mother's kindness. I didn't want to betray you... Shouldn't I come back?"
The room was unusually dull. Just when Que'er was feeling groggy, Zhao An came back with the decoction. Looking at the tears stained on her cheeks, the last trace of doubt in her heart completely disappeared.
