You rascal, stop right there!

Ling Shumo and his group arrived in Zhengzhou City at midnight two days later.

In fact, it didn’t take that long.

However, Ling Shumo's right leg was seriously injured and he had difficulty walking. Even if he took a carriage, he could not withstand too much bumps.

So, these people walked and stopped, and it took them two days to finally reach Luo Wenqi's house.

"Who are you?" the guard at the door asked hurriedly, looking at them cautiously.

"Tell your master that Mr. Lin'an is here to visit!" said the person in the car.

The people at the door looked at each other, not understanding the name.

Bai Wan immediately pulled open the cloth curtain and said, "It's me!"

"Oh, it's Mr. Bai!" They finally opened the door.

Bai Wan watched the man lift the curtain with his fingers just now. He was so elegant, gentle and polite, but the people around him did not recognize him.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't you come to see Xiao Luoluo usually? Look, they don't recognize you! They're not as familiar with you as I am!" he asked teasingly.

As a result, the person on the other side did not respond to his words, but bowed slightly and said: "It is true that I have not been here for a long time because of my busy work."

White Pea was speechless.

You don't have to answer so seriously.

Alas, this man hardly spoke along the way.

Although, he could understand it.

Then, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing the faces and figures of the two people.

The guards were stunned.

But it was not because of Ling Shumo's so-called cold and beautiful appearance that shocked him, but he was attracted by the bloodstains on his arms, knee and leg injuries, and his miserable appearance that could not be concealed by his clothes.

They noticed that all the people who came back in the carriage were injured.

The man who just said that he was Lin'an Jushi seemed to be the most seriously injured.

After a while, Luo Wenqi, who came over in a hurry, had red eyes.

He anxiously asked for a stretcher, crying, "Hey, how could he be so badly injured? What a sin!"

The ragged man with bloodstains smiled faintly: "Brother Qi Tu, long time no see, I hope you are well."

Luo Wenqi pretended to roll his eyes at the man: "Well, what's good about that? You were fine when I saw you last year. How are you now?"

Ling Shumo obediently sat on the stretcher by himself and said quietly, "Of course it's still the same as last year."

The voice was actually slightly teasing.

Seeing this man's face still so calm, without showing any sign of weakness or awkwardness, it was clear that he didn't need any help from anyone.

Bai Wan felt admiration in her heart.

Everyone found the main door and followed the guards into the house.

The injured people were sent to the designated guest rooms one after another for treatment.

Bai Wan followed the stretchers of these people, and finally, for some unknown reason, followed behind Ling Shumo's stretcher.

In the end, they almost followed each other into the door.

The doctor was called in at the same time. When he saw that the man was seriously injured, he stroked his beard, gave a few instructions, and wrote a prescription.

"Doctor, how is he?" Bai Wan looked at the man sitting on the bed worriedly.

"The rest are fine, all are superficial injuries. But this leg has broken bones and tendons. If you don't take good care of it, there may be hidden dangers that will affect your walking," said the doctor.

Bai Wan felt very indignant when he heard this.

Those bastards from Xuanli Country!

The man on the bed was not angry at all, but said calmly, "Thank you, doctor."

Then, the bandaged man closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the bed.

This extremely quiet figure has a sense of leisurely time...

Bai Wan sighed deeply.

Even though he was clearly filled with sadness and indignation, he could still pretend to be so calm.

So he didn't dare to disturb her rest and had to close the door quietly.

But suddenly, I still felt uneasy, and for some unknown reason I stood at the door for a long time.

He wanted to watch the lights go out before leaving.

But it is the season of snowing, so it is naturally very cold outside.

Bai Wan couldn't help but shiver a little.

"Abai, it's cold outside at this time of night, why don't you come in? Okay?"

It turned out that the person on the bed had already noticed that this person had been watching and said to him.

For some reason, Bai Wan always felt that this person did not need to be looked after by others, but at the same time, he also felt that this person needed someone to be around.

That is, he feels that he is extremely contradictory and entangled.

However, he still pushed the door open.

This person was still sitting on the bed with his eyes half closed, looking seriously injured. But he looked like a cluster of orchids breaking through the snow and melting the ice, without any sign of weakness.

"Abai..." The man with half-closed eyes spoke in a voice like a deep cold pond, "Can you sit next to me and listen to me?"

"Ok?"

Bai Wan didn't understand, but nodded anyway.

He looked at this exhausted man, who was still polite and modest, but he could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

They seldom spoke during this journey.

Firstly, Bai Wan was really not good at finding topics to talk about, and secondly, Ling Shumo was injured and she didn't want to tire him out by talking.

A certain man felt that he only admired three people in his life. One was Old Man Bai who saved him, one was Cheng Su who taught him how to fight and cheat, and the other was Ling Shumo in front of him.

"You know, this treaty has not been concluded, several people have been killed or injured, and the future of Xuanli and Daying is uncertain. I..."

After saying this, he suddenly opened his eyes with a hint of guilt.

This was the first time in two days that this person had spoken out about his concerns.

"Are you feeling guilty?" Bai Wan understood deeply, "But it's not your fault. You clearly knew that you didn't know whether you would live or die this time, right? Who could have guessed?"

In the painting I drew when I left Lanyuan, the river was flowing backwards and was blocked by a stone in the front.

It clearly means not knowing whether to live or die.

Ling Shumo knew that this person must have seen through it, and said with a hint of meaning: "You guessed it, didn't you?"

Bai Wan looked at the man in surprise.

What's the use of his guess?

The delegation has to go as usual, and Xuan Li will do whatever it takes to kill and harm others!

Although he did not understand the twists and turns of the court, he knew very well that there were good officials like Brother Zichen.

I will go no matter how dangerous it is.

Bai Wan sighed: "It's useless to say anything now. You'd better take a good rest. Your own health is more important now!"

"Myself..." Ling Shumo hesitated and looked a little self-deprecating.

Bai Wan was very dissatisfied with this person's excessive thinking.

Don't you feel a headache from thinking so much?

Then, a man pretended to have lost his memory and shook his head: "Oh! I didn't hear what you said just now. I just know that someone needs to have a good rest now!"

So, he covered Ling Shumo completely with the quilt, and then gave him a threatening look.

Ling Shumo looked at him in surprise, but still lay back down.

Then, the man sighed and said, "I will stay here. If you want to drink some water or something, you can come to me. But..."

His voice was a bit calm, which was not what a ruffian should have:

"Brother Zichen, this is not your fault. You don't need to take all the responsibility!"