Chapter 2016 I have a younger brother who has the same mole as you
Wait for Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming to rush over.
Seeing ahead, Natu had already dismounted from the horse.
There was a shocking bloodstain on the back of her hand.
Natu frowned and hissed: "I was accidentally scratched by a branch that stretched out horizontally."
She turned to look at the Twelfth Prince: "Thank you so much for reaching out to hold me in time. Are you okay?"
Because the horse's speed was too fast, the Twelve Prince directly stretched out his hand, grabbed Natu's riding crop, and then grabbed her violently.
Otherwise, the branch that grew out suddenly would not only cut her raised palm.
It's more likely to scratch her neck or cheek.
This is very dangerous!
Gu Ziyan lowered his head and glanced at the blood stains on the palm of his left hand from the whip marks.
He waved his hand and said in a calm and calm tone: "It's okay, it's just that the forest is always full of unknown dangers. Even if you are racing a horse, Princess Natu should be more careful."
Natu nodded: "Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention next time."
Gu Nuoer quickly stepped forward and took out the spare wound medicine from his arms.
"Brother Twelve and Sister Natu, please take care of their hands first."
At this time, Ming Qi took a handful of herbs and walked out of the grass nearby.
"The Twelve Prince can't use that wound medicine, so you should use this one from me."
Everyone looked towards Ming Qi.
It turned out that Ming Qi immediately went to look for suitable hemostatic grass nearby.
Gu Nuo'er took a look at the herbal medicine, which had the effect of stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis, so she didn't stop her.
Ye Siming took out the kettle on his horse and cleaned the blood and dust on their hands first.
Ming Qi wanted to give Natu medicine first, but Natu said: "The Twelve Prince's hand was seriously injured because of a strangulation in order to save me. You go and help him first."
So, Ming Qi had no choice but to walk up to the Twelve Princes.
At this moment, Gu Ziyan's expression was not as calm as before.
There was deep suspicion in his deep eyes.
While Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming went to check on Natu's injury.
The Twelve Prince couldn't help but ask: "Master Mingqi, why do you know that I can't use the wound medicine?"
He has been resistant to this kind of powder to stop bleeding since he was a child, because after using it, although it can stop bleeding, it will cause red rashes on his arms and face.
Every time you are injured, you can only grind fresh herbs into juice and apply it on the wound.
But this is a secret that even my closest sister, Gu Nuoer, doesn't know.
The only one who knows is his younger brother, the Thirteenth Prince.
Ming Qi made a move.
He smiled calmly: "His Highness Twelve is just joking. I just know that this hemostatic grass is more effective in reducing swelling and blood stasis. It's not that there is anything wrong with the powder, and I don't know that Your Highness can't use it."
Gu Ziyan frowned suspiciously.
Is that really the case?
Did he just misunderstand?
Gu Ziyan lowered his head and saw a small mole on the wrist of Ming Qi's right hand.
He didn't pay much attention to this face before, but now that he saw this mole, his pupils suddenly tightened.
Gu Ziyan suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Why do you have a mole here?"
Ming Qi lowered his eyes and glanced, his expression still calm.
"Your Highness, this mole has been with me since I was a child. Is there anything abnormal about it?"
He was so open and unabashed in asking questions, which made Gu Ziyan stunned.
Gu Ziyan calmed down his boiling mind.
He pursed his thin lips and his pupils were bright: "I have a younger brother who, like you, has a mole here."