Time is slow

  Chapter 131 Seizing the Car

   A tree was lying across the middle of the road, and the carriage that Princess Zhenzhen was sitting in was lying on the side of the road, and a hole had been smashed on one side.

The horse that made Binglu envy has long neighed and ran away, and the guard Long Ying was in a mess, protecting Princess Zhenzhen in his arms, while the palace maid brought by Princess Zhenzhen fell to the ground and remained motionless. .

   "Ah—" Binglu screamed, and quickly lowered the curtain of the car, comforting Qiao Zhao: "Don't be afraid, girl, don't be afraid, there is a small situation ahead."

   Seeing that the little maid was clearly frightened and tried her best to comfort herself, Qiao Zhao reached out and patted her, and said warmly, "I have seen it. Binglu, sit here."

   The more panicked, the more Bing Lu obeyed her own girl. Hearing the words, she immediately sat over and let the car door out.

  Qiao Zhao picked up the umbrella, bent down and got out of the carriage.

   "Girl, what are you doing—" Binglu hurriedly went to pull Qiaozhao.

  Qiao Zhao turned back: "Don't move in the car, I'll go down and have a look."

   Seeing Qiao Zhao holding up the umbrella and walking out, the ice-green is like waking up from a dream, he hurriedly followed out, and while picking up the umbrella in Qiao Zhao's hand, he said, "Then how can I do it, the maid will accompany you wherever the girl goes."

   It was pouring rain outside, and the oil-paper umbrella was almost unable to hold up. Qiao Zhao didn't say much, and let Binglu hold the umbrella and walk forward.

  Longying saw the carriage stopped behind, and immediately stood up with Princess Zhenzhen in his arms, and strode over.

   Across the rain curtain, he hardly paused and walked directly to Qiao Zhao's carriage with Princess Zhenzhen in his arms.

   "Hey, what are you doing?" Binglu couldn't help shouting as she watched Long Ying carry Princess Zhenzhen into the carriage.

   Really hateful, there are such shameless people in the world?

   It was her girl's carriage, why did this man go in without saying hello? The princess was covered in mud, and the girl's carriage didn't get wet everywhere!

  Binglu wanted to catch up to stop him, but found that Qiao Zhao was striding forward, lest Qiao Zhao get caught in the rain, so he hurriedly followed with an umbrella.

  Qiao Zhao walked to the maid who was lying on the ground and squatted down.

The palace maid's eyes were wide open, letting the heavy rain wash away her originally beautiful face. A branch was slanted on her slender and white neck. The blood changed from thick to light under the wash of the rain, and soon flowed to the ground. Forms reddish puddles.

   "Girl, she, is she—dead?" Binglu asked with a pale face and trembling.

   She is not afraid of cockroaches or mice. Others say that she is bolder than boys, but no matter how bold she is, she has never seen a dead person!

  Qiao Zhao pursed his lips and put his hand on the palace maid's wrist, causing Ice Green to exclaim: "Girl, don't!"

  Qiao Zhao withdrew his hand, and his voice was inexplicably sad in the wind and rain: "She is dead."

  Binglu's face turned even whiter, and she dragged Qiao Zhaoyi's corner and said, "Girl, let's go back quickly."

   "Yeah." Qiao Zhao stood up.

   If she was just injured, she would try her best to help out. Since the person is already dead, it should naturally be handled by the owner.

   Thinking like this, Qiao Zhao turned around and saw Long Ying jumping out of her carriage, and said to the dumbfounded driver, "Come here and do me a favor."

   After Long Ying finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and dragged the coachman towards them.

   "What is he going to do?" Binglu murmured, covering his mouth suddenly, "God, is he going to carry the dead to our carriage?"

In the blink of an eye, Long Ying had come to the front, but instead of Bing Lu guessing that he lifted the palace maid onto the carriage, he bent down and picked up the end of the tree that was lying in the middle of the road, and coldly shouted to the coachman who was standing still. : "Don't come to help!"

  The coachman woke up like a dream and rushed to help.

   With the efforts of the two men, the big tree was moved away little by little.

  Long Ying was soaked all over, so he straightened up to wipe a handful of rainwater, and immediately strode back to jump on the carriage, sitting on the driver's seat and raising his whip.

  Qiao Zhao raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

  Binglu was in a hurry, and when he was angry and angry, he completely forgot his fear. He rushed over and asked loudly, "Hey, what do you mean?"

   "Get out of the way!" In the heavy rain, Long Ying's tone was extraordinarily cold and ruthless.

  Binglu simply opened his arms and said angrily: "You are shameless, you have taken over our carriage, and now you have to leave us behind?"

   "I said, get out of the way!" Long Ying's forehead jumped with blue veins, and he had already raised his whip. "If you don't get out of the way, the carriage will pass directly. Three, two—"

   "Wait a minute." Because Binglu was angry and rushed over to question, Qiao Zhao was already in the rain. She remained calm, without the slightest embarrassment, and asked Long Ying, who had endured to the limit: "Is Your Highness Princess injured?"

Perhaps it was the girl's calm temperament that calmed her impatience. Long Ying clenched her lips and replied, "Yes, Her Royal Highness's leg is injured and bleeding continues. You must go back to the palace for treatment immediately. If you bring you along, it will affect the speed of the car. , girl, please get out of the way."

  Qiao Zhao walked towards the carriage step by step: "If the bleeding doesn't stop, then the blood vessels are cut, let alone such a heavy rainy day, even if it is a sunny day, it will be too late to rush back to the palace for treatment."

  Long Ying's face became even more ugly when he heard it. His fingers were pinched white while sitting on the carriage, pulling the reins, and he stared down at the girl who came over.

   The girl said lightly: "Get out of the way, I'll stop the bleeding for her!"

  Long Ying subconsciously turned his body to the side and let Qiao Zhao get on the carriage. When she saw her bending over to enter, she reacted and shouted, "Wait a minute, girl, you—"

  The girl turned around, the rain washed her plain face clean, and her eyes were as bright and dazzling as black gems.

   "Don't come in yet to help." Qiao Zhao threw off a sentence, and bent over and entered the carriage.

  In the carriage, the smell of blood is strong.

   Princess Zhenzhen clutched her legs and barely opened her eyes, her stunning face was pale and bloodless, and she was already weak.

  Qiao Zhao looked down and landed on Princess Zhenzhen's left leg, which was hastily bandaged, and saw that the clothes there had been soaked with blood and rain.

   She raised her hand to untie the bandage.

  Long Ying, who entered the carriage, immediately grabbed Qiao Zhao's wrist: "What are you doing?"

   "Re-dress the princess."

   "Don't move, girl, or your Highness will bleed more, and the consequences are not something you can afford."

  Qiao Zhao gave Long Ying a cool look: "It's as if Her Royal Highness is not bleeding now. You let go, if you don't want to see Her Royal Highness bleed to death."

   "Dragon Shadow, loose...hand..." The dizziness hit, Princess Zhenzhen bit the tip of her tongue and said.

  This girl is very evil. At this time, instead of believing that she can survive until she returns to the palace to receive treatment from the imperial doctor, it is better to believe in this demon girl.

   Long Ying let go.

  Qiao Zhao quickly untied the bandage served by the rags, pressed a certain position on the wound on his leg with one hand, and instructed Long Ying coldly, "Press it!"

   Long Ying didn't dare to hesitate and pressed it immediately.

  Qiao Zhao stretched out his hand and took out the silver needle from his purse, and could not help but stab it along the wound.

   I wish everyone a happy Spring Festival, a prosperous year of the rooster, and good health.

   (end of this chapter)