The charming girl is reborn, dragging the paranoid prince to kill everyone

It was silent in the middle of the night, with the shadow of the lantern reflected on the screen window. There was only one candle in the room and there was no one there. Tang Jiao was practicing cross-legged on the jade stone in the space hut.

The sound of hurried steps echoed through the courtyard. Tang Jiao returned to the boudoir from the space. She had just put on her shoes when there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Miss, the eldest lady is not good, the master is injured."

what?

Zixiang opened the door and looked at the maid, and said sternly: "What's going on?"

Tang Jiao put on her shoes and came behind Zixiang. She felt uneasy when she saw that it was the maid beside her mother.

The maid gasped and said: "The master just came back and his horse suddenly lost control. When it overturned, a broken wooden point pierced the chest. He is currently in the hospital for first aid."

"What?" Tang Jiao pushed Zi Xiang away, grabbed her hand, and said in a trembling voice: "You said my father's chest was pierced."

The maid looked at the pale Tang Jiao and nodded subconsciously.

Tang Jiao's mind was pounding. She thought of her parents' death in her previous life. She took a step back and grabbed Zi Xiang's hand. Her legs instinctively felt weak.

Her appearance frightened Zixiang, and she hurriedly called her: "Master, master, please calm down."

Yes, she needs to be calm, she must be calm.

If something happens to her father, she is the eldest daughter and must take care of the whole family.

Holding Zixiang's hand, Tang Jiao stood up and walked out: "Follow me to the hospital immediately."

As Tang Jiao's eldest daughter, it was natural that Zi Xiang would not be the only one traveling at night, but also ten servants.

In the carriage, Tang Jiao opened the mall and bought hemostatic pills and Tianshen Dan, both of which were magical medicines that could bring the dead back to life.

The hospital was brightly lit. When Tang Jiao arrived, she saw her mother sitting in the pharmacy crying. There was movement in the back room. It should be that Doctor Song was rescuing her.

"Mother."

"Jiao'er."

Seeing his well-behaved and sensible daughter, Luo Shi hugged her, thinking of her husband whose life or death was uncertain, and couldn't help but cry sadly.

Tang Jiao hugged her and asked the maid next to her: "Xincao, how is father?"

Xincao was busy: "Miss, Doctor Song is rescuing her. The situation is unknown. She has been in for two quarters of an hour."

Tang Jiao took out the hemostatic pills and Tianshen Dan and handed them to Xinxiang: "Bring them in to Dr. Song. Just take one of the hemostatic pills to stop the bleeding. Tianshen Dan can bring people back to life."

These are life-saving medicines.

Xincao didn't dare to neglect, and walked quickly to the inner room with the medicine in hand.

Tang Jiao looked at her tearful mother and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, mother, father will be fine."

Holding her daughter's wrist tightly, Luo Shi prayed silently with trembling lips, hoping that her husband would be safe.

The waiting time was tortured every minute. An hour later, Doctor Song came out.

Luo Shi immediately stepped forward and asked him urgently with red eyes: "Doctor Song, how are you? How is my husband?"

Tang Jiao stepped forward to support her mother and became calmer: "Doctor Song, how is my father's injury?"

Doctor Song, who was over fifty years old and had white hair and beard, looked at Tang Jiao in front of him and was a little excited: "I have been rescued temporarily. The medicine given by Miss Tang has miraculous effects. Miss Tang, I don't know who you bought your medicine from?" If such a medicine is created, it will definitely benefit many people."

Tang Jiao knew what he meant and said softly: "When I went to Sanqing Temple before, I met a Taoist priest who was very skilled in medicine. I asked him for some life-saving medicine and spent a lot of money to buy it."

"So that's it." Dr. Song, stroking his beard, sighed: "It's a pity that I can't meet him, otherwise I would have to ask him for medical advice."

Seeing that he was getting further and further away from the topic, Luo Shi hurriedly said, "Doctor Song, can I go see my husband now?"

"Of course." Doctor Song nodded and said with a serious expression: "He is very weak now. Fortunately, he was not stabbed in the heart. If he can survive these few days, everything will be fine. If he cannot survive, he can only resign himself to fate."

Luo Shi nodded hurriedly, holding Xin Cao's hand and walked quickly towards the inner room.

"Thank you, Doctor Song."

Nodding towards Dr. Song, Tang Jiao followed her mother to visit her father.

Tang Zhongcheng was lying on the couch with a pale face and weak breath. His naked upper body was covered with blood-stained gauze.

Roche sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand, almost bursting into tears.

Wiping his tears with his sleeves, Luo Shi didn't say anything and just sat quietly.

Tang Jiao looked at her father whose life or death was unknown, turned around and walked out.

The coachman's hands and feet were also injured, but they were not serious. The medicine practitioner was applying medicine to him.

Seeing Tang Jiao coming, the driver hurriedly stood up and bowed in fear: "Miss."

Tang Jiao sat opposite him, her eyes gleaming slightly: "Old Chen, you have been driving cars at my house for several years. I believe your driving skills are absolutely stable. Have you noticed anything unusual?"

"Yes." Lao Chen looked extremely nervous and said: "Miss, I have taken care of our usual horses and they are all fine. For some reason today, they were barking very strangely. On the way back, my temper was unusually bad. I fell When it landed on the ground, I saw water spraying out of the corner of a horse's mouth, which was obviously something wrong."

"Where's the horse?"

"They ran away and are still missing. Miss, there may be something wrong with those two horses."

"I see."

Tang Jiao didn't ask him again, but called a few servants and asked them to look for the lost horses.

These servants usually go out with her father, and their horses naturally recognize them.

Tang Jiao returned to her mother and sat down next to her, accompanying her silently.

If possible, she really wanted to hire a miracle doctor from the mall to come back and save her father, but the mall couldn't hire anyone.

Looking at her frail father, Tang Jiao could only pray that the red snow fruit she usually gave her father would make him strong enough to withstand this disaster.

Within an hour, the servant who was looking for the horse came back with the news that the horse was dead.

Tang Jiao was filled with anger after hearing the news. It was best not to let her find out who it was, otherwise. . .

Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the window outside the window, Tang Jiao remembered what Lu Changze said, that Meng Zhihong was plotting against her father.

This matter may be related to Meng Zhihong.

As Lu Changze said, if Meng Zhihong wants to take credit for the prescription, who will be his biggest obstacle?

It's very simple, naturally he is her father who loves his daughter as much as her life.

Something happened to her father, and even if he didn't die, when he woke up, the imperial court might have given him a reward, and the matter was a foregone conclusion. Even if she had Duke Xin Guo behind her as her backer, she might not be able to defeat Meng Zhihong, who was prepared too early.

She couldn't be here, she had to do something.

Seeing that her mother stayed up all night to take care of her father, Tang Jiao asked Xin Cao to pay attention to her mother's health, and she took the coachman and the others home.

After arriving home, she asked the housekeeper to gather all the servants in the open space outside the main hall and light all the lanterns.

For a moment, the lights in the Tang Mansion were as bright as day. The maids, servants, cooks, cooks and others stood uneasily with their hands down, looking at Tang Jiao who was sitting on the chair.

Tang Wenqian was also woken up, and his face was still confused when he came over.

Yawning, he came to Tang Jiao's side and saw all the servants in the courtyard standing with their hands down. The depressing atmosphere suddenly sobered him up.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Master." Zi Xiang put a chair behind him and said softly: "You sit down and listen first. You may not be able to go back to your room to rest for a while."

Tang Wenqian looked at the rare seriousness on his sister's face, nodded, and sat obediently next to Tang Jiao.