Old Gong is proud of favor and favor

In the snow.

Jing An paused.

Don't look back, he must be lying to you again, he has done this trick so many times.

"It hurts, Your Majesty, I hurt, brother Jing, brother An, ah, I hurt, Jing An, I hurt..."

The hidden guard in the dark saw his cold-blooded leader who could pull out poisonous arrows acting like a baby, and almost trembled and fell off the roof.

Jing An couldn't hold back, turned his head, and strode back.

"what happened?"

Yan Hanzhang was sobbing, tears were about to fall: "How do I know, what's going on, it just hurts."

Jing An paused, then finally sighed, picked him up in his arms, and rushed to the nearest Nuan Pavilion.

The chest of Yan Hanzhang's clothes had already seeped blood, turning red.

Jing An was startled, he thought he was just pretending.

He yelled: "Call the imperial doctor!" Then he walked quickly and asked the system angrily: "Didn't it mean that Yan Hanzhang's chest injury has healed? What's going on?"

Garbage system, little trash!

The system refused to accept this accusation: "At that time, Yan Hanzhang was already fine, and he was obviously the one who pressed the wound just now."

Jing An suddenly stopped, and then looked at the person in his arms.

Yan Hanzhang didn't know whether it was pain or cold, whether it was real or faking, his teeth were already chattering, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes: "Jing An, I'm in pain...it hurts..."

You should be left here.

Jing An frowned, with a cold face, but he hugged him even tighter, and his steps became faster.

I really owe you.