"Ah--" Yimei couldn't help but turn pale, and opened her mouth to call for help.
Nangong Yue was not the same. In her previous life, she went all the way from the crown princess to the queen, and it was not smooth sailing. She suffered dozens of assassinations, and her mentality was no longer comparable to that of ordinary women. She quickly calmed down, and whispered to Yimei: "Don't make a sound."
This drink made Yimei silent immediately, but the driver outside already felt something strange, and hurriedly asked: "Miss San, Miss Yimei, are you all right?"
Nangong Yue gave Yimei a comforting look, and said softly, "Tell him we're fine."
Yimei's face was pale as paper, but she still took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Uncle Laifu, Miss San and I are fine." Her voice was still trembling, but it was not clear in the slightly bumpy carriage.
The masked boy stared at the two of them with deep eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The black cloak in the boy's arms exuded a faint smell of blood. As a doctor, Nangong Yue had an extremely keen sense of smell, so she couldn't help frowning. She took out a silver needle from her bosom, and plunged into the opponent's acupuncture point decisively to stop his bleeding.
It was the first time I used this silver needle since I got it, I didn't expect it to be used on a thief whose origin was unknown, or to stop his bleeding!
The masked boy was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Nangong Yue and her maid were just ordinary weak girls, but he didn't expect Nangong Yue to strike so fast. Before he could react, the master had already been stabbed...
"what are you doing?"
The boy's black eyes became darker and sharper, and the gleaming sword pointed at Nangong Yue's throat, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Little Si...don't..."
"My lord, how are you?" The boy looked eagerly at the black cloak.
The black cloak barely straightened up, and the cap of the cloak fell down. It was a young man in his early twenties. He looked extremely handsome, and his facial features were as perfect as God's masterpiece, but his complexion was pale and blue, and he looked lifeless. Even breathing is extremely weak, if you don't look carefully, you almost think he has stopped breathing.
What is even more shocking is that his exposed face and neck are covered with scars that have just scabbed over, which looks really shocking.
The sick boy said with difficulty: "Xiao Si, this... girl is kind enough to help me stop the bleeding!"
Hearing this, instead of letting out a sigh of relief, the young man looked at Nangong Yue more vigilantly.
That needle just now, if she wanted to kill the young master, if the place where she stabbed was a death spot, then...
The boy's black eyes became darker and sharper, like a sharp sword trying to pierce Nangong Yue. "Why did you help my son stop the bleeding?"
If Nangong Yuejiao was weak, she might faint from fright, but she was Nangong Yue after all, she looked at each other without fear, and said slowly: "Your son's blood smell is very strong." She also had to worry about it. ! Although she didn't know why this masked boy and his master were hunted by Jin Yiwei, but since Jin Yiwei went out, he would never give up easily. If the smell of blood pervades the entire carriage, even if they leave, her innocence may not be clear... Otherwise, she is not a bad person, why bother to stop the bleeding of an unknown thief!
The boy was taken aback for a moment, and he also wanted to understand. But the sick young man could still laugh, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"Three girls..."
Yimei looked at Nangong Yue as she was about to cry, and tried to climb to her side, but she just moved a little, and the boy's sword pointed at her. "Don't move!"
Of course Nangong Yue knew that the longer these two stayed here, the worse it would be for her, so she said without turning a corner: "You should know that I will not report on you, what do you want?"
When the young man saw Nangong Yue's attire, he knew that she was a lady of every family. Her reputation might be more important to her than her life, but the young master's life was too important, and there must be no mistakes... He was still hesitating, so he saw the young master. He nodded to himself.
The young man no longer hesitated, and said softly: "Send us to the Qingyue Tea House in the east of the city." As he spoke, the tip of his sword moved closer to Yimei, and there was a sharp light in his eyes, "Otherwise, I will kill you." her."
His last sentence was extremely cold, as if ten thousand sharp swords were hidden in his voice, the chill overflowed and took people's hearts and souls.
Yi Mei flinched, but still said bravely: "Third Miss, don't listen..."
The boy didn't speak, but just moved the tip of the sword closer to Yimei... Seeing this, Nangong Yue hurriedly said: "Don't hurt her. I will help you." She looked at Yimei fixedly, and comforted her again, "Yimei , listen to him and we'll be fine."
Yimei seemed to have gained strength from her, calmed down a bit, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Uncle Laifu, the third girl wants to buy some tea for the second master, take us to the Qingyue Tea House in the east of the city Bar."
The coachman responded, and then turned the direction of the carriage and drove towards the east of the city.
After that, there was no more sound in the carriage, only the sound of the wheels rolling over the ground and the crackling of the driver's whip.
Halfway through, the masked boy's face suddenly changed, and his voice became tense, "Let the driver speed up!"
Nangong Yue frowned, and immediately thought of a certain possibility, "Is Jin Yiwei chasing you?"
She obviously guessed right, the masked boy squinted his sharp eyes, and released the murderous aura that had been restrained in an instant, so frightened that Yimei's legs went limp, and she almost fell down.
"You can't speed up the car, it's too conspicuous." Nangong Yue hurriedly said again, "Now we have the same interests, if you and your friends want to get away, you'd better listen to me!"
The young man stared at her for a moment, as if he wanted to see the depths of her soul, but Nangong Yue didn't flinch, and the sick boy sighed helplessly...
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After a while, the sound of horseshoes from behind was getting closer and louder, accompanied by Jin Yiwei's overbearing shout: "The carriage in front, stop for me!"
Although the driver didn't know what was going on, he also knew that Jin Yiwei couldn't offend easily, so he hurriedly slowed down the speed of the car. At the same time, those Jin Yiwei had already galloped up to catch up, and surrounded the carriage in two or three strokes.
"Which family do you belong to?" Jin Yiwei, who took the lead, flicked his horsewhip and asked arrogantly.
The coachman was very nervous, but he still replied: "I... we are from Nangong Mansion."
"So it's Lord Nangong's family." Jin Yiwei, who took the lead, said in a low tone, "Jin Yiwei is doing business, and now we want to search your carriage."
"My lords, the ones sitting inside are just..." the coachman tried to stop him, but his words were so rude, during the words, a guard in brocade clothes had already rudely lifted the curtain of the carriage.