Xia Yuanqiu raised the curtain from the carriage and saw the young man lying in a pool of blood in the distance. He immediately frowned and said in a deep voice: "No matter what happens, shouldn't we save people first? You don't take the lives of children as your own." , you know, one day you will also be fathers. How would you feel if your own children were lying in a pool of blood like this, with no one caring about them?"
While she was talking, she had already jumped off the carriage, followed closely by Jiang Xin. She was not proficient in Chinese medicine, and Xia Yuan had taught her some medicine. She was not good at feeling the pulse and pricking acupuncture, but she was good at dealing with trauma. Be an expert.
When Zhu Yan saw that Xia Yuanqiu was going to save someone, he was afraid that she would be plotted against, so he followed him.
Upon seeing this, the officer stepped forward and surrounded the three of them, drawing their swords and saying, "Since you are resisting arrest, don't blame me for waiting for you."
The long sword shines with dazzling light in the sun. When the sword is drawn out, the sound made by the toughness of the sword touching the scabbard can make people clearly feel that this sword is extraordinary.
How could a small government official be equipped with such a high-quality knife? Obviously, they were not real government officials.
There is a law in Xiliang. If those who do evil refuse to stop and those who resist seriously, they can be killed first and then punished.
Obviously, this was what the officials had in mind.
A person who can be equipped with such a good knife will naturally not be an ordinary fuel-saving lamp.
Xia Yuanqiu turned around and said to Zhu Yan: "I'll leave this to you. Jiang Xin and I will take the child to heal."
Zhu Yan nodded and watched as Xia Yuanqiu pulled Jiang Xin into a leap and left the encirclement. He flipped his palm slightly, and a long sword appeared in his palm. The sword was three feet long, the handle was like a fish tail, and the blade was the color of an ordinary iron sword. , all looked so ordinary, but when Zhu Yan swung his sword at the leading Yamen, the Yamen clearly felt a strong pressure coming towards him. He hurriedly raised his sword to fight, but saw his own The precious sword was actually cut in half by the powerful sword wind. It was just the sword wind, nothing more.
What would be the consequences if what had just struck him was not a sword wind but that seemingly ordinary long sword? He didn't dare to think about it and took a step back involuntarily.
Zhu Yan said: "If you know me, go back and tell your master that I am not just a cat or a dog. Let him wash his neck at home and wait for me to come to visit him."
Those government officials felt bitter in their hearts. They really wanted to understand each other, turn around and leave, pretending that nothing happened, but they couldn't!
At this time, Xia Yuanqiu and Jiang Xin had already arrived in front of the young man. The young man was obviously not injured by a car, but by a sword in his chest. Blood was pouring out. The strange thing was that the blood hole was obviously the heart. According to common sense, To put it bluntly, he should be dead at this time after being hit by a sword in the heart, but his chest was still heaving violently, his clothes were soaked in blood, and his face was pale. He was suffering from excessive blood loss. If the bleeding didn't stop, he would definitely die.
The middle-aged man suddenly rushed up, stood in front of the young man, and shouted angrily: "Go away, don't try to destroy the evidence of the prince's murder at the scene."
Xia Yuanqiu snorted coldly and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you just say that the prince's carriage hit someone? It was your son who was hit, what? How long has it been before the prince turned into a murderer again? It has become fast enough. !”
The middle-aged man knew he was speechless and said hurriedly: "The prince's carriage hit someone, so it is no different from the fact that he killed someone."