After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

The little girl in a misty dress sat opposite him within reach, with her head lowered and her lips pouting, looking more and more like a pampered cat.

When he is happy, he is naughty; when he is unhappy, he scratches people.

But if I remember correctly, Wen Qian lost her mother when she was young, and the Wen family didn't really care about her. How did she develop such a willful confidence? Song Wenyuan looked at the slender white neck that was exposed when the other person lowered his head, and his eyes became darker. Although he knew that this person was full of doubts, he still patted the place next to him and softened his expression, "Come here."

The little girl got angry and snorted, "No!" Whoever wants to go can go! If it weren't for the fact that he was now occupying this useless body, he would definitely make Song Wenyuan more injured and lie in bed for a year or two!

Song Wenyuan did not urge him, but just leaned against the wall of the carriage with his eyes closed, and said listlessly, "Speaking of which, I was indeed a little anxious to accompany you back home... If not for this, I should have prepared more carefully for the action this morning, so as not to hurt myself. You also said that I have offended many people, and there are many people in the court who want to kill me. If I go to the doctor to bandage and prescribe medicine..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Ge had already sat down opposite him, with a cold face and said concisely, "Take it off!"

The words were spoken without any suppression, and even had a kind of domineering and arrogant aura. The front of the carriage suddenly tilted, and the wheels rolled over the gravel, causing the body of the carriage to tremble violently. Inside the carriage, Yuan Ge leaned forward subconsciously, and her forehead hit Song Wenyuan's jaw. She was in so much pain that tears were about to come out! She suddenly turned back, gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Lin, Mu!"

Lin Mu: What on earth is going on in there?! What on earth did this bandit woman do to her innocent master?! Now that the master is injured, he might not be a match for that woman...

In the midst of the chaos, Song Wenyuan moved Yuan Ge's head to look left and right. It was a little red from the collision, but it was no big deal. He then called out, "Lin Mu, if you do this again, I will deduct your monthly salary."

Lin Mu was in tears, his master had changed!

Although the bandit Yuan Ge said the word "take off" in a menacing manner, when Song Wenyuan really unbuttoned his clothes, revealing half of his shoulder, and sat there leaning against the carriage with a demanding look on his face, Miss Yuan's ears turned red instantly - this man really had a pair of charming eyes with slender corners, and when he looked at you sideways, it was like the mist swept out when a thick ink stroke reaches the end, with a bit of demonic aura.

Who could have thought that the iron-fisted commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard could be so beautiful and charming.

Yuan Ge's flashing eyes fell on Song Wenyuan's eyes, and he curled his lips slightly, "First time?"

Yuan Ge shook her head. It was just her first time to treat a man's injuries. Zhixuan Mountain had many doctors who were good at external injuries, so it was naturally not her turn. She studied poisons, and her medical skills were mainly used to treat her brother's illness. They were not superb, but they were more than enough to treat external injuries. She forced herself to focus on Song Wenyuan's shoulder. The wound had been bandaged, but somehow it split again. Blood seeped out from under the gauze, staining the area.

Her fingertips trembled as she untied the gauze. Her eyes fell on the wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen. Her pupils trembled slightly. Such a serious injury... Is this person made of iron? With such a wound, can he still sit here reading a book and drinking tea as if no one is around?

Yuan Ge sighed, pressed the wound with a handkerchief, and asked him unkindly, "There must be some medicine for wounds, right?"

Song Wenyuan didn't move at all. He just pointed towards his arms, meaning for Yuan Ge to take it himself, and then said, "I didn't keep steady when I got into the car just now, and I scratched the wound... Is the smell of blood strong?" He was wearing black clothes today, so even if some stains seeped through, it wouldn't be noticeable.

"fine……"

It was just that she had been tinkering with various medicinal herbs over the years, so her sense of smell was naturally unmatched by ordinary people. She took out the bottle of golden wound medicine from Song Wenyuan's arms, unscrewed it, sniffed it, and poured half of the bottle down in one gulp. Song Wenyuan groaned in pain, lowered his eyebrows and watched the little girl tear off her skirt to bandage him. Her technique was not skillful but steady, and her expression was calm without a trace of panic.

The scratch on the snow-white wrist was even more shocking. Song Wenyuan clenched his teeth and was about to say something when the carriage slowly stopped. Lin Mu called out from outside, "Master, the Wen family is here." With a tremor in his voice, the muffled groan in the carriage frightened him.

The servants of the Wen family were already waiting at the door, craning their necks in anticipation. Not far away in the streets and alleys, there were faintly visible crowds of onlookers peeking their heads out. Ever since the news of Wen Qian jumping into the lotus pond again on the day of his wedding spread, the neighbors were all waiting to see the good show this time.

Only a low "hmm" was heard from the carriage, but no one got off. After a while, another muffled groan escaped from the lips. The sound was low and pleasant, like the strings of an ancient famous musical instrument being plucked by a god, which made people think of some fantastic things.

W-what's going on?

The steward stepped forward awkwardly, in front of the blushing Shi Yin and the attendants who looked at the sky and the ground instead of people, listening to the rustling sounds in the carriage, put his fist to his lips, coughed, and called out, "Miss?"

"coming."

This response came quickly. The curtain was opened, and the woman got out first. Then she turned around calmly and reached out to the carriage, helping the man in black to get out...

What, what is going on? ! There was silence all around, with only the occasional sound of someone swallowing.

Everyone was familiar with the face of the young commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Their impression of him was still that of "the man in the flying fish suit, the embroidered spring sword, and the cold and fierce face that kept strangers away." At first glance, it was hard to believe that he let a girl lead him out of the carriage.

The first thing this gentleman did after getting off the carriage was to lower his head to adjust his collar and clothes. What's more, he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the hem of Miss Wen's skirt, as if it was torn... When he thought of those suggestive movements just now... he suddenly realized and sighed!

Yes, looking at these two standing together, they are a perfect match, and it is not uncommon for them to fall in love with each other after spending so much time together. Although the expected good show did not happen, it was not in vain today. The few things that the young couple had to say in the carriage were enough to be talked about for several days.

When everyone saw the protagonist got off the car and entered the mansion, they naturally made faces and left.

Over there, Yuan Ge was belatedly starting to get nervous - this was the Wen family, the people who knew Wen Qian best were all here. Even though he had inherited most of Wen Qian's memories, he was still the closest person to her, and if he wasn't careful, he might reveal his flaws...

She paused slightly, and her shoulder bumped into Song Wenyuan, who lowered his head and asked, "Hmm?"

Yuan Ge shook his head and said it was nothing, took two steps, and whispered thank you.

Song Wenyuan lowered his voice even more, "I won't accept verbal thanks. I'll ask you for a thank-you gift when I think about it."

... Yuan Ge paused again. This man was really rude. If he wanted to thank him, didn't he just help him bandage his wound? Shouldn't he thank him?