The Favoured Medical Princess

"Ah--" Yimei couldn't help losing her face, and she would call for help when she opened her mouth.

Nangong Yue does not.In the previous life, she went all the way from the crown prince to the queen.She quickly calmed down and whispered to Yimei: "Don't make a sound."

The drink was so frightening that Mei Li made a noise, and the driver outside had already felt strange, and asked quickly: "Three girls, Yimei girl, are you all right?"

Nangong Yue gave Yi Mei a soothing look and said softly: "Tell him we are all right."

Yimei's face was as pale as paper, but she took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Uncle Laifu, I and the three girls are fine." Her voice was still a little trembling, but it was not clear in the slightly bumpy carriage.

The dark eyes of the masked boy stared at them both in an instant, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The black cloak in the juvenile's arms exudes a slight bloody smell. As a doctor, Nangong Yue has a very keen sense of smell and can not help frowning.She took a silver needle out of her arms and plunged into the other's hole decisively to stop the bleeding.

This silver needle is the first time it has been used since it succeeded. I did not expect it to be used on a thief of unknown origin, or to stop bleeding for him!

The masked boy was stunned. He thought Nangong Yue and her maid were just ordinary weak women, but they didn't want Nangong Yue to shoot so quickly. He hadn't responded yet, and the master had been given a needle...

"what are you doing?"

The youth's black eyes became darker and sharper, and the gleaming blade of sword immediately pointed at Nangong Yue's throat, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Primary four...don't..."

"Son, how are you?" The boy looked eagerly at the black cloak.

The black cloak barely straightened up, and the cap of the cloak fell down. It was a young son in his early twenties. Even the breathing is extremely weak. If you don't look closely, you almost think he has stopped breathing.

What is even more shocking is that his exposed face and neck are covered with scars that have just scabbed, which seems really shocking.

The sick man said hardly: "Primary 4, this... the girl is kind enough to help me stop bleeding!"

It is said that instead of breathing a sigh of relief, the teenager looked at Nangong Yue more alertly.

The needle just now, if she wanted to kill the son, and the place where she stuck was the dead hole, then...

The young boy's black eyes became darker and sharper, like a sharp sword that would pierce Nangong Yue."Why do you help my son stop bleeding?"

If Nangong Yue’s weakness is scared, she might be dizzy, but she is Nangong Yue, after all, facing each other without fear, slowly saying: "Your son’s bloody smell is very heavy." She also had to Although she doesn't know why the masked teenager and his master were pursued by Jin Yiwei, Jin Yiwei will never give up easily since he is out of the horse, that is to say, Jin Yiwei will probably catch up and search their car. If the bloody smell filled the whole car, even if they were gone, her innocence was also inexplicable...otherwise, she was not a bad person, why stop bleeding for unknown thieves!

The boy was stunned and wanted to understand.And the sick man actually smiled and said sincerely: "Thank you."

"Three girls..."

Yimei was about to cry and looked at Nangongyue, trying to crawl beside her, but she moved a little, and the young Jianfeng pointed at her."No movement!"

Of course, Nangong Yue knew that the longer the two stayed here, the more unfavorable to themselves, and they said without turning, "You should know that I will not report you, what do you want?"

As soon as the teenager looked at Nangong Yue's dress, she knew that she was everyone's boudoir, and her reputation may be more important to her than her life, but the son's life was too important to be lost a bit... he was still hesitating, see you The son nodded at himself.

The teenager no longer hesitated and whispered: "Take us to the Qingyue Tea House in the east of the city." As he said, his sword tip approached Yimei, and there was a sharp light in his eyes. "Otherwise, I will kill Got her."

His last sentence was extremely cold, and there seemed to be ten thousand swords hidden in his voice.

Italian Messer flinched, but said bravely: "Three girls, don't listen..."

The teenager didn't speak, but approached the tip of the sword with Yimei again... Seeing that, Nangong Yue hurriedly said: "Don't hurt her. I'll help you." She looked at Yimei fixedly and calmed her again. May, listen to him, we will be fine."

Yimei seemed to have gained strength from her, calmed down a little, took a deep breath, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle Fu, the third girl wants to buy some tea for the second master, you take us to the Qingyue tea house in the east of the city Right."

The driver answered, and then turned around in a horse-drawn carriage and headed towards the east of the city.

Then, there was no more sound in the carriage, only the sound of the car rolling across the ground and the crackling sound of the driver's whip.

Halfway through, the masked boy suddenly changed his face and his voice became tense, "Let the driver speed up!"

Nangong Yue frowned, and immediately thought of a possibility, "Jin Yiwei is chasing?"

She obviously guessed right. The masked boy narrowed his eyes sharply. The convergent murderous energy was released in an instant, so frightened that Mei Mei's feet were soft and almost did not fall.

"It's too conspicuous not to speed up," Nangong Yue said quickly. "Now our interests are the same. If you and your friends want to get out, it's best to listen to me!"

The young boy stared at her in an instant, as if he wanted to see the depth of her soul, and Nangong Yue did not flinch, the sick man sighed helplessly...

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After a while, the sound of the horseshoes in the rear was getting closer and louder, and accompanied by Jin Yiwei's overbearing scream: "The carriage in front, stop me!"

Although the driver did not know what was going on, he also knew that Jin Yiwei could easily offend him, and quickly hurriedly slowed down.At the same time, those Jin Yiwei had already chased them up, and surrounded the carriages in three or two strokes.

"Which one are you from?" The leading Jin Yiwei flicked the horsewhip and asked with a rash voice.

The driver was very nervous, but he replied: "I... we are from Nangong Palace."

"It turned out to be the family of Master Nangong." Jinyiwei, who took the lead, said softly, "Jinyiwei is working, now we have to search your carriage."

"Several adults, it's just sitting in..." The coachman tried to stop, but his language was so rude. During the discourse, a Jin Yiwei had rudely lifted the curtain of the carriage.