The anger in Wen Xining's eyes gradually escalated, and Beitang Shuo, who noticed something was wrong, had already hid behind Quan'er, holding his head and closing his eyes, preparing to bear the Lady's Lion's Roar Kung Fu.
But at this moment, several screams came from outside, followed by a very domineering shout: "Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!!!!"
With the sound of horses neighing, the carriage Wen Xining and the others were riding in shook violently, and then stopped with a clang.
They had originally made preparations to resist Wen Xining's Lion's Roar Kung Fu, but by coincidence, Beitang Shuo and Quan'er escaped disaster, but Wen Xining was knocked to pieces.
Holding her head and pushing herself up, Wen Xining opened the car curtain with a swipe and said sternly: "What's going on?"
The coachman was anxious. If he hit or injured the prince or princess, it would be a capital offense. He was so frightened that his face was ashen. "Princess, princess, a carriage suddenly rushed over in front of me. I couldn't dodge for a moment. Please forgive me, princess."
Wen Xining frowned and was about to speak when he heard several exclamations coming from outside: "I hit someone, I hit someone!"
"Yes, it seems to be a boy. I don't know if he is dead or not."
"Shhh, keep your voice down. Don't even look at whose carriage this is. Be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth."
Looking out through the opened curtains, a gorgeously decorated carriage stopped not far from them, with a group of people surrounding it pointing and pointing.
As soon as he heard that he had hit someone, Wen Xining did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately got out of the carriage and jumped out.
"Oh, Princess, where are you going? This is..." The coachman screamed, but Wen Xining didn't hear it and walked towards the crowd.
Beitang Shuo looked at the green figure that was getting further away, then looked at the carriage in front of him, and sighed silently. It seemed that his wife was going to join in the fun again, but he liked the fun.
"Quan'er, there seems to be something interesting there, Shuo'er wants to go and see it too!" As he said that, he dragged Quan'er and jumped out of the carriage, running towards the crowd.
The coachman was about to cry, and Uncle Fu, who was in the car behind him, also quickly got out of the carriage and followed the two masters with a solemn look on his face. The owner of this carriage was not someone to be trifled with, so he would not suffer any loss then.
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ps: I won’t say anything else, you guys will understand...