It’s a long road back to Beijing, it would be nice to have an interesting person to hang out with.
Just after Ye Fuxun got the answer she wanted, her body relaxed, her vision went dark, and she passed out.
Qingruo and Yun Li hurriedly helped Ye Fuxun onto the carriage. There was also a man in a blue brocade robe. They looked at Ye Fuxun's pale face and said with pity, "What a beautiful woman.
I'm most afraid that the beauty will be injured." After saying that, he checked Ye Fuxun's wound, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and asked Ye Fuxun to take it. After a while, Ye Fuxun woke up.
.
"Fortunately, the archer there wasn't very skilled. He only shot you in the left shoulder. If he had been more accurate, your life would have been in danger."
Ye Fuxun actually chuckled after hearing what the man said, "I was so lucky. Not only did I miss the vital point, but I also had to be saved by a miracle doctor."
"You girl, you are quite discerning." The man in blue crossed his arms, leaned against the carriage, and said with a proud look on his face, "Then guess who I am?"
"Ji Nanbei of the Ji family, a famous southern medicine family, is known as the miraculous doctor."
King Chen, who had been sipping tea since Ye Fuxun got in the car, raised his eyes to look at her after hearing Ye Fuxun's words. This little girl's eyes were very poisonous.
And Ji Nanbei was as excited as if he had discovered a new world, "How do you know me? Could it be that my Ji Nanbei's reputation has spread to the boudoir." At this point, Ji Nanbei looked at Song Hanzhuo proudly, and thought narcissistically: "
Do you think they would secretly hang my portrait and watch it every day? Otherwise, how would a little girl recognize me?" The only response to him was Song Hanzhuo's indifferent eyes.
"Mr. Ji, I don't know if they can see your portrait. I only know that if you save me or not, I will really die."
"It's not that you were injured, but the arrow had to be pulled out in time, otherwise the wound would be easily infected, and I happened to not have Ma Fei Powder. I couldn't find a village in front of me, and I couldn't find a store in the back. I really couldn't find Ma Fei Powder for a while.
"
"Then don't use it."
Hearing this, Ji Nanbei couldn't help but raise his voice, "Do you know how painful it is to pull out the arrow without Ma Fei Powder?! You little girl really doesn't know the heights of the world. Pulling out this arrow will hurt you to death!"
Ji Nanbei's noisy voice made Ye Fuxun's brain hurt, and the wound hurt. Ye Fuxun couldn't help shouting, "Are you still a man?! Pull it out if you are told, grinding and chirping like a
Girl, where did all this nonsense come from!"
Ji Nanbei made Ye Fuxun roar for a moment, and Song Hanzhuo couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, this journey would not be too boring.
"She said I'm not a man?! My lord, did you say I looked like a girl?!"
Song Hanzhuo glanced at Ji Nanbei and said with a smile, "I didn't know that the doctor Ji who was traveling with me was actually a girl."
"You..." Ji Nanbei wisely did not fight back. He knew very well how sinister and unreasonable this prince was, so he honestly went to see Ye Fuxun's wound and ordered Qingruo to cut Ye Fuxun's left shoulder.
Cut off the clothes on top.
After Ji Nanbei roasted the dagger on a candle, he wiped it with wine to disinfect it, and made a small opening at the wound. Ye Fuxun frowned, grunted, and reached out to grab the corner of someone's clothes.
Ji Nanbei raised his head and glanced at Ye Fuxun. Even a strong man couldn't bear the pain. The pale and thin woman in front of him just groaned.
"Ah!" The moment the arrow was pulled out, Ye Fuxun couldn't help but screamed. The hand holding the corner of his clothes was held by someone's hand. Before he could see clearly who it was, Ye Fuxun felt pain.
Fainted.
When she woke up, she was already in the inn. Qingruo opened the door and walked in when she saw Ye Fuxun stretching her body and trying to do it. She was so frightened that she hurriedly walked over and helped her sit up to prevent her from opening the wound.
"How long should I sleep?" A hoarse voice came out as soon as he opened his mouth.
"One day and one night." Qingruo stood up and poured a glass of water for Ye Fuxun, served her to drink it, then sat on the bedside and looked at Ye Fuxun distressedly, and asked, "Miss, does your wound still hurt? How quickly did you scare yourself to death?"
I'm a slave, if you have something wrong with me, how can I explain it to my wife?"
Looking at Qing Ruo's eyes that were red from crying, Ye Fuxun gently shook his head, "It doesn't hurt. It's over. Don't cry. I'm fine."
In her last life, she was imprisoned in a dungeon by Ye Yunshang, with her limbs nailed to a chair and whipped every day. The pain of pulling out an arrow was nothing compared to it. Sure enough, it would have been much more painful.
No feeling anymore.
"By the way, Qingruo, did your hand hurt when I pulled out the arrow?" Ye Fuxun suddenly remembered that a pair of hands held him when he pulled out the arrow, and felt very relieved. There were three people in the car.
It couldn't be Ji Nanbei, and King Chen was a cold-hearted person. The person holding him at this moment must be Qing Ruo.
"Miss, you have forgotten that the hand you are holding is His Highness King Chen's, not the slave's."