But Luo Ling grabbed the reins, drove the horse twice with force, and urged: "Hurry, hurry! It's no joke to be late."
Zhang Shaoliang shook his head, but pretended to ask casually: "It's too fast. It will be troublesome when your wound is opened again."
The last time he went back, even though he had used a slower speed, her wounds still showed signs of opening, and her clothes were stained with blood.
"It's okay. I've been practicing for several days. I'm fine now. You can ride a horse. Can you make the horse go faster? You must stop Yu Dongbing before he does."
Luo Ling's voice was slightly breathless. She had been worried about Yuwen Haoyu in the past few days and had not slept well. Now she was traveling all night and her face was very haggard. Zhang Shaoliang saw it and felt inexplicably irritable. He just responded lightly.
He said: "I know."
When the sky dawned, Luo Ling had fallen in Zhang Shaoliang's arms, and his face was extremely pale. Zhang Shaoliang had no choice but to slow down and let the horse walk slowly, while pushing Luo Ling in his arms.
"Hey, wake up, how are you? Hey!"
Zhang Shaoliang called her several times, but there was no answer from her. He lowered his eyes and looked down, but he saw blood oozing out of her waist again, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Really... I told you not to go so fast, and I opened the wound again..."
He muttered angrily and was about to tear off his cuffs and simply treat the wound when Luo Ling woke up.
"Reached?"
Luo Ling asked with a tired face, looking around, but there was no one there.
"Not yet. After passing this forest, we'll be there after walking a while."
Zhang Shaoliang said, while gesturing for her to take a look at his wound, he said: "Your wound has been stretched again. There is still a long way to go now. It is better to deal with it first to save it from getting worse later."
Luo Ling looked down, and sure enough, she saw a little blood seeping out of her clothes. She couldn't help but feel impatient, "What? Why did it crack again? Forget it, it's not far anyway. Let's hurry up and hurry up." Luo Ling looked down.
Spirit said.
Zhang Shaoliang couldn't help but frown, but he didn't say anything. He just simply wrapped the cloth strip torn from his clothes around the injured area to prevent more blood from leaking out.
"Thank you."
Luo Ling looked up at him and forced a smile. She was sincerely grateful to Zhang Shaoliang for taking such a great risk to sneak into the Fengling Palace to save her, and for helping her find out the news about Yuwen Haoyu.
She was so hungry that she brought delicious food and traveled all night without any trouble, but she didn't even complain.
"Hiss..." Zhang Shaoliang shuddered exaggeratedly and said, "Do you have a fever? Why are you so polite?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched her forehead, and said in surprise, "You
I really have a fever."
"Oh, maybe I traveled all night and caught the wind and cold. I'm really unlucky."
Luo Ling let out a frustrated breath. Seeing that the horse was walking much slower, he said to Zhang Shaoliang: "It's not far anyway, so don't worry about it. Let's go on our way first."
Zhang Shaoliang lowered his eyes and stared at her. He didn't speak for a long time, but he involuntarily speeded up. Anyway, sending her safely to that person would have put an end to his worries...