Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

Xu Ziying's memory seemed to be disconnected at a certain moment.

As if in the blink of an eye, the helpless old couple; the young man who was about to be pushed into the flames;

It's cold, this was Xu Ziying's first thought when he regained consciousness.

His eyes were blurry, red, white and white hazy scenes, as if his whole body was frozen, and there was a chill in his stomach and throat, he took a long time to get up reluctantly.

It was dawn, but he still couldn't see clearly, Xu Ziying subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, something fell out of his hands, he didn't have time to think about it, and when he regained his clarity, he found that his hands were covered with red snow slag.

It turned out that this thing froze his eyes, Xu Ziying thought.

And he looked down to the side, a bloody machete lying quietly in the snow, it was the thing in his hand just now.

In the end what happened?Xu Ziying's mind went blank.

Time seemed to stand still, he just spread out his palms in a daze, they were also covered in blood, there were sporadic snowflakes drifting away, and occasionally a few fell on his palms, but they could merge with the blood stains on it and disappear up.

"Are you okay?" A voice as gentle as jade passed by my ears.

Then a big white and slender hand with well-proportioned bones stretched out in front of Xu Ziying's eyes.

Xu Ziying raised his head slowly. The man in front of him was dressed in white and plain robes, elegant and elegant, with calm and soft eyes, jade crown and ribbons, and his whole body exuded the smell of books.

Men have an innate affinity, Xu Ziying's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he said dumbly: "It's on fire... They want, they want to kill people..."

Although Xu Ziying was in a mess now, the man was slightly stunned when he saw his appearance clearly, and he still stopped his hand extended to him, and said softly.

"My lord, let me help you up first."

Xu Ziying looked at this plain white hand, then at his dirty palm, shook his head and said to himself, "It's okay, I can get up by myself."

As he said that, he got up unsteadily, probably because he had passed out for too long, his legs were frozen and lost consciousness, Xu Ziying's feet went limp and he fell forward, the man supported him and said.

"Be careful, son."

Xu Ziying's hands and face were dirty, and all of them rubbed against the man's robe. Seeing that the clothes were made of good material, he panicked and wanted to stand upright.

The man didn't force him, he still supported him and said, "My lord, don't move anymore, you are injured."

Xu Shi regained some strength, and a tingling pain swept through his whole body. Xu Ziying almost gasped in pain, but still said: "No, no, I can walk."

The man was puzzled, but he smiled knowingly when he saw Xu Ziying froze his hands to avoid his robe as much as possible.

"Young master, my clothes..."

Xu Ziying didn't wait for him to finish, but shook his head in refusal: "I, I have no money, so I can't afford to pay for your clothes."

"My lord, I..." The man seemed to want to explain something, but he still supported him.

While the two were tugging, Xu Ziying's hand touched something cold, and a strong smell of blood filled his nostrils. He pulled subconsciously, and with a "clang", a long sword with moon white and dark patterns came out of its sheath. out.

Due to inertia, Xu Ziying sat down on the ground, looked at the sword in his hand, then at the elegant man holding the scabbard, and said awkwardly.

"Well, I'm sorry..."

The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "My lord, I didn't ask you to pay compensation, so don't panic."

Xu Ziying said haha: "Hahaha, that's good, that's good."

Then Xu Ziying returned the sword to the man, and the man helped him to stand still. Then Xu Ziying looked at the inn that had been burned to the ground and the mess all over the place, and was terrified.

Xu Ziying said hoarsely, "Well, where are the others?"

In the open space in front of the inn, apart from the corpses of a few bandits, there were bloodstains everywhere and various messy footprints, there was nothing else.

The man said: "The person next to me, I have ordered someone to take it away and take care of it."

Hearing this, Xu Ziying asked, "Who are you?"

He thought the man was just a passer-by, but seeing that he was wearing a long sword, and there was a hint of heroism in his deep eyebrows, it seemed that he had another background.

The man looked directly at him and said: "I am the leader of the Guards Department. My name is Zhou Yunke. How dare I ask you your name?"

Xu Ziying didn't understand what he had just said for a moment, but felt it was familiar and didn't think about it: "My name is Xu Ziying?"

Zhou Yunke nodded knowingly, and said: "This is very close to Xuanle City. This is also an inn. It was suddenly attacked last night. I was ordered to come here. There were no casualties. It's just that the inn needs to be rebuilt."

The inn was burnt down and only a shell was left. It was as eye-catching as possible in this white area. Xu Ziying was completely relieved when he heard that no one died.

At this time, a carriage drove up, and two tall horses stopped slowly, pretending to be a man, got out of the carriage and saluted: "My lord, everything is in order."

Zhou Yunke nodded, looked at Xu Ziying and said, "Master Xu, my errand is over, why don't I take care of your injury."

And Xu Ziying said: "No need, I'm fine." His expression was not lacking in vigilance.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Yunke chuckled and didn't speak, but stepped forward to roll up one of his sleeves and pulled it upwards.

Seeing black and black bruises all over Xu Ziying's slender arms, as well as blood spots floating on the skin, he quickly rolled up the other sleeve, and it was the same.

Xu Ziying finally knew why his whole body hurt. If it was like this all over his body, it would be strange if he didn't feel pain.

He blurted out: "This is me, how did you do it?"

Zhou Yunke looked at it carefully, and said calmly, "It was caused by the beating."

Because of Xu Ziying's defensiveness, Zhou Yunke asked his subordinates to remove the chair and medicine box from the carriage, saying that the most important thing was to give Xu Ziying medicine.

The longer Xu Ziying woke up, the more painful he was, and he definitely couldn't walk anymore. He felt that the purse was still there, so he reluctantly nodded, sat down and said.

"Don't bother, sir, I will do it myself."

What happened last night was still fresh in his memory, and in a strange time, Xu Ziying had to be careful in everything.

However, in his previous life, his condition worsened due to being ill for too long, so he was particularly concerned about these things when he was reborn. He couldn't delay any longer, and he had no other choice.

Hearing that Zhou Yunke didn't speak, he pushed the medicine box to him, and Xu Ziying opened the carved medicine box, which contained many exquisite medicine bottles.

After being informed, Xu Ziying picked up a bottle of medicinal wine and smelled it. It smelled like alcohol. His hand holding the cork couldn't control it, and his knuckles were stiff and trembling slightly.

After working hard for several times, I still couldn't get good medicine. Zhou Yunke watched quietly from the side, and said, "Master Xu, let me do it."

Xu Ziying said: "No need..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yunke had already lifted the hem of his robe and squatted down. The subordinates behind him rushed forward, but he stopped him and said.

"You look elsewhere."

Zhou Yunke was polite, and it was not easy to do this for a stranger. Xu Ziying naturally didn't believe him completely, but he still acquiesced in his actions.

Zhou Yunke dipped some medicinal wine and smeared it on his wrists: "Mr. Xu, how did you get this injury?"

Speaking of which, Xu Ziying became angry, and said angrily, "Those bandits must have beaten me up. It's so disgusting. I thought I looked like this, so I just..."

He was incoherent for a while, but Zhou Yunke also understood what he meant, looked up at Xu Ziying, his pale pupils rippling: "Indeed, the young master is a celestial being."

"what……"

Since Xu Ziying transmigrated into this body, countless men, represented by Rong Feiyan, have been thinking about him, and his three views have almost been subverted.

Now I thought I met a normal person, but I thought it was true. There is no good in the world for no reason. Could it be...