There's something wrong with the general.

Seeing Wen Yuxi suddenly faint, the little spirit was extremely anxious. However, he also felt that Wen Yuxi was too delicate. He could not help but scolded him angrily, "What a coward! I wasted my time using the main fragment to forge a body for you."

But everyone is asleep now, and no one can be called.

Is he really going to lie on the ground covered in blood all night?

If we really wait until tomorrow to do it, won’t we catch a cold?

Although this body was forged from the main fragments, in order to be able to carry his soul, it was made as close to a human body as possible.

Apart from being able to protect against swords, spears, swords and halberds, it is no different from the human body.

It was also my fault that I fell into a deep sleep and didn't notice in time that someone had broken into the house.

Just when the little spirit was worried, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the distance, rushing towards this side in a panic.

The footsteps suddenly stopped outside the door, followed by a violent knock on the door: "My Lord, are you okay, My Lord!"

The little spirit couldn't make a sound, and was almost dying of anxiety. He couldn't help but complain: "I don't know how to break down the door to get in."

Just as I said what I was thinking, a voice came from outside: "I'm sorry."

Then the man kicked the door hard, and with a "bang", the door opened.

That person was also very brave and just barged in.

He blew on the fire stick.

With a whoosh, the room became bright.

Then he walked straight into the inner room with bated breath.

He bent over and held the tinder downwards, his eyes meeting Wen Yuxi who was lying there covered in blood.

His pupils suddenly constricted, he was too scared to make a sound, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and uneasy.

Seeing how he was hesitant and timid, the little spirit could only watch coldly in anger.

The man swallowed hard, as if to give himself courage, then bent down, holding a fire starter in one hand and reaching towards Wen Yuxi's nostrils with the other hand, which was trembling.

When I felt the deep and shallow moist breath from my fingertips, I felt my legs go weak and I couldn't help but sit down on the ground.

The clothes behind me were all wet with cold sweat.

At this time, the moon was completely blocked by dark clouds and it was pitch black outside.

The cool breeze blew, and the broken door swayed, and the man couldn't help but feel scared.

He didn't have time to think about it. He plucked up his courage, stood up shakily, and ran to the door, shouting, "Hurry up, someone, the Marquis is injured."

For a moment, the mansion was in chaos and everyone was woken up by his shouting.

When he heard someone coming, he was no longer so scared. He hurried back and turned on all the lights in the house.

I was just about to take this opportunity to put Wen Yuxi back on the bed.

When he saw the pool of blood on the bed that had soaked the sheets, he couldn't help but cry out "Ah".

At this time, the other servants and doctors in the mansion rushed over.

Seeing the bloody scene in the house, everyone was so shocked that their hair stood on end and their hearts trembled.

It's like a crime scene.

The house is no longer habitable.

Everyone looked at each other, no one knew where to move the Marquis.

"It's no longer habitable here. Move him to the small courtyard where I live."

Suddenly a low voice came from the side, and everyone hurriedly looked outside.

All I saw was the usually unseen general Wen Qianyi.

He actually came to care about his younger brother whom he never cared about before.

Although his expression remained the same, he was just like the great general who remained calm no matter how tough the enemy was on the battlefield.

But everyone still noticed something was wrong: his clothes were a little messy and his shoes were worn inside out.

You can imagine how anxious they are.

Everyone just thought about it in their hearts, and hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "General, you are here."

Wen Qianyi shook his head and said, "There's no need to address me like that. Just call me Young Master from now on."

"Yes, young master." Everyone followed suit.

The housekeeper of the Marquis's Mansion called over a stretcher.

The servant carried Wen Yuxi upstairs and walked straight towards Wen Qianyi's courtyard.

Shuanghua was also woken up. Hearing the endless noise in the Marquis' courtyard, she had no time to be afraid. She hurriedly put on her clothes, stood up, and walked out with a lamp.

From afar, I saw several people carrying someone towards the eldest son's residence, and my heart started pounding.

I followed him running all the way.

The servant carried the stretcher to Wen Qianyi's courtyard, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked cautiously, "Master, where do you think we should put the Marquis?"

Wen Qianyi didn't answer and walked straight into the house.

Everyone looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow.

After carrying it into the house quietly, he didn't dare ask any more questions.

They all stood there like wooden statues, waiting for Wen Qianyi's orders.

"Put him on the bed, take off his coat, ask the doctor to stay, and go get a basin of water." Wen Qianyi said softly.

He stared at Wen Yuxi, his face calm and without a trace of emotion.

The servant put Wen Yuxi on the bed as instructed.

He took off his bloodstained robe.

The strong smell of blood was so choking that it made people's stomachs churn.

Wen Qianyi slowly sat down on the edge of the bed without frowning.

She took the wet handkerchief from the maid and gently wiped the blood off his face.

From the forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks to chin.

Little by little, leaving no place untouched.

The movements are slow and gentle, as if polishing a piece of fine porcelain, meticulously and with the pursuit of perfection.

After wiping it once, he asked someone to fetch a few more basins of water, changed a new handkerchief, and wiped it a few more times.

Then he stood up and said to the doctor who was on standby behind him.

"Doctor, please come and see if he is feeling well."

The doctor came forward and felt Wen Yuxi's meridians.

He tucked his wrists under the covers again.

Then, he took a step back and saluted Wen Qianyi, saying, "My Lord, I have just examined him thoroughly, and the Marquis is in good health."

Wen Qianyi withdrew his gaze from Wen Yuxi's face and looked at the doctor: "Oh? There was such a big commotion just now, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The doctor carefully considered and said, "I'm afraid the Marquis has encountered some difficulties and doesn't want to wake up."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yuxi twisted his body unsteadily on the bed, his brows furrowed, and he slept very uneasily.

Wen Qianyi's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

The doctor glanced at him and said hurriedly, "Don't worry, General. I will prescribe some tranquilizing prescriptions. After you take them, it will take effect in half an hour. This way, you will sleep more peacefully."

Wen Qianyi's expression relaxed, and his voice returned to its usual calm tone: "Go ahead, everyone else please leave."

"Wait, do you know when the Marquis will wake up?"

The doctor thought for a moment before replying, "Logically speaking, he will wake up tomorrow morning."

Wen Qianyi nodded: "You guys can go out, there's no need to guard here."

"Yes, sir." The servant quickly retreated.

The door was closed.

Wen Qianyi sat back on the bed and stroked his temples with his slender fingers.

Junior brother, I won’t let you go this time.

His eyes were gentle and affectionate as he gazed at Wen Yuxi quietly.

The spirit of the weapon looked at the young man in front of it strangely.

Strange, why can't I see through him?

The last time I felt the spiritual energy was from this courtyard, how come it suddenly disappeared later?

"Who?" Wen Qianyi's eyes suddenly sharpened and he looked towards a corner of the house.

The spirit of the weapon shrank back suddenly in fear.

Come on, how can a mere mortal be so perceptive?

"Master, it's me, my servant." Shuanghua fell to her knees on the ground with a flutter.

Wen Qianyi frowned slightly, but his tone was calm as usual.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here?"

"This servant is worried about the Marquis's health."

Shuanghua had just seen the eldest master's cold eyes and was so scared that she trembled and her voice shook.

The spirit of the weapon made a “tsk” sound.

He just said, how could a mortal see through him.

Wen Qianyi lowered his eyes, making it impossible to tell his emotions: "Since you are worried about the Marquis, go and boil the medicine and send it to me."

"Yes, the slaves retire."