After the separation, the family had a lot of fish and meat every day, and the best was furious

The moves of these people were very similar to those practiced by the palace soldiers and guards, but they were outnumbered and Wan Weiran's two secret guards were injured.

"Wan Weiran, hide yourself and watch me clean up these shameful things."

Wan Weiran nodded and stayed away. Han Yian had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. After a few moves, those masked men were killed.

There was another one who, seeing that he could not defeat Han Yian and the two secret guards, set his sights on Wan Weiran, who was powerless.

The master said that if they couldn't kill Wan Weiran today, they would not be able to go back alive. They were death warriors, and their life and death depended on the master's words.

The long sword came towards Wan Weiran's heart, and he was stunned for a moment. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and he could not move.

"Wan Weiran, be careful!"

Han Yian rushed over and used his sword to block the masked man's sword that was stabbing at him.

After the fight was lifted, Han Yian used all his strength to save Wan Weiran. Seeing an opportunity, the masked man turned his wrist and slashed Han Yian's arm with a sword.

"Han Yian, are you okay?"

After Wan Weiran finished speaking, she saw Han Yian, who was injured, rush forward and kill the person who hurt her with two moves.

The two secret guards were also injured. In the end, they killed all the masked men in black, leaving no one alive.

Han Yian covered the wound on his left arm with his right hand, pressing hard to reduce blood loss.

"Han Yian, you are injured, please let me take a look."

Wan Weiran stood up, put one hand on Han Yian's back, and wanted to check her wound.

"I'm fine. Go check who these people are. Why do they want to kill you?"

Han Yian pushed Wan Weiran away and used his sword to lift the black cloth covering the masked man's face.

These people are death warriors, but they are not the death warriors who were trained at the beginning. They look like palace soldiers who were converted into death warriors and have not been trained for a long time.

Wan Weiran and the two secret guards were also searching these dead bodies to see if there were any clues.

A secret guard found a different clue on the inner garment of a masked man.

"Master, come and look at this."

Hearing the sound, Wan Weiran and Han Yian both headed towards the location of the secret guard.

Only when we got closer with a torch could we see clearly what material the assassin's inner garment was made of.

"Master, the fabric of this inner garment is light yellow. Only the guards of the Zhang family in the entire capital would use this kind of fabric to make their inner garments. This person must have been a guard of the Zhang family before."

The secret guards secretly protect Wan Weiran. As long as his life is not in danger, they will not come out, especially when it comes to Wan Weiran's affairs with his family, they are not allowed to interfere.

"Didn't the Zhang family have their property confiscated by the emperor? Why are they still hunting you down?"

Han Yian turned and stared at Wan Weiran. She couldn't understand why Wan Weiran, who should have had no connection to the Zhang family, would come to kill him.

Lord Zhang is dead, and all the female members of the Zhang family have been exiled. Now, there is only one person in the capital who can make use of the guards of the Zhang Mansion, and that is Concubine Xian.

But why did Concubine Xian send these people to kill him on the first day he was admitted to the Imperial Medical Bureau?

The only thing here is that Concubine Xian was afraid that he would enter the palace, or that he would discover something.

Otherwise, he had been back in Beijing for some time and had been fine until then, but things got worse after he entered the Imperial Hospital.

Wan Weiran thought about it, and combined with what he had found out from Chayulou, he could probably figure out some things.

Perhaps, it was for this reason that his father did not want him to enter the palace.

"Let's ignore all that for now, Han Yian, your injury is more important."

After saying that, Wan Weiran used Han Yian's sword to cut a piece of cloth from his clothes and first gave Han Yian's injured arm a simple bandage.

"Let's go back to the Tea House first. There's medicine there."

After asking two secret guards to deal with the scene, Han Yian mounted his horse and looked down at Wan Weiran who was still hesitating.

"What are you doing? Are you still waiting for me to lift you up again?"

Wan Weiran touched his nose, then got on the horse, sat behind and gently pulled Han Yian's clothes around his waist.

"drive......"

It was getting late, Han Yian whipped the horse and it galloped forward quickly. Wan Weiran was sitting at the back and fell backwards due to inertia. He instinctively put his arms around Han Yian's waist.

Han Yian seemed to be accustomed to this way of riding and didn't say anything else.

Wan Weiran behind him blushed. Han Yian had just risked his life to save his life. Besides, her martial arts skills were pretty good, so she could take care of those assassins in just a few moves.

Thinking of this, Wan Weiran's heart beat faster. Looking at Han Yian's long hair blowing in the wind, he suddenly thought, why is it that her temper is a little cute?

On the way back to Chayu Building, he kept his arms around Han Yian's waist. Her waist was not big, but full of strength.

Back at the Tea House, Wan Weiran led Han Yian upstairs to his private room, took out the medicine box, and prepared to clean her wound.

Han Yian's injured arm was a little below the shoulder, so when applying medicine, he had to take off the sleeve on that side.

Before Wan Weiran knew how to explain it to her, she took it off herself, and soon one of her shoulders was exposed.

She has fair shoulders and is not fat, but her muscle lines show that she is very powerful.

A girl was not shy about it, which made Wan Weiran stunned.

"Hurry up, do you want me to die of pain?"

"Oh!"

Immediately afterwards, Wan Weiran took out a special potion to clean Han Yian's wound. The potion was very gentle and would not sting the wound.

"Han Yian, are you also... so bold when you're in Border Town?"

That was a military camp. Did she always come out shirtless like a grown man every time she was injured?

Han Yian first turned his head to glance at his shoulder, then his gaze fell on Wan Weiran's face.

He moved seriously, his eyes fixed on the wound.

"Wan Weiran, can you clear your mind a little? If you weren't my fiancé, do you think you could even see my shoulders?"

Wan Weiran paused while cleaning the wound, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he continued to help her clean the wound and apply medicine.

"Bear with it, it will be a little painful when applying this medicine."

Han Yian has suffered many injuries since she was a child, so she is used to this pain.

"Alright, come on."

Wan Weiran poured the powder on her arm, causing Han Yian to frown and grit her teeth in pain, while her other hand clenched into a fist.

Seeing this, Wan Weiran instinctively stopped what he was doing and put his face close to her wound to blow on it.

This action made Han Yian's heart tremble, and he forgot the pain in an instant, and silent thoughts flooded his mind.

When she was injured at the age of six, only two people would blow on her wound like this, one of them was her mother. But after her mother passed away, she went to the border town and grew up like a boy.

The other one was Wan Weiran. It was at her mother's funeral, and she couldn't believe that her mother was really gone.

She ran out, fell on a rock, and injured her hand. It was Wan Weiran who applied medicine to her like this.