The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 86 086: Carriage Accident

The cakes made by Qin Muhan are indeed unsatisfactory, so I can't blame Shame Flower for their disgust.

Apart from being nicer, the taste is far from the cakes made by Fudong.

Ling'er stood up from the ground, and quickly supported Qin Muhan, "Miss, I will take you to see your feet first."

Qin Muhan glared at Nan Zhuohua angrily, "You wait!"

Qin Muhan still wanted to be kind and not give up, but her feet hurt so badly that she was unable to argue with Nan Zhuohua, so she had to be limped by Ling'er to see her feet first.

After Qin Muhan left, Qingyu cleaned up the messy food boxes at the entrance of the hall, and the entrance of the hall was restored to cleanliness, as if Qin Muhan had never been here.

Nan Zhuohua had lunch in Lanyue Palace before returning to Rongguo Duke's Mansion.

The streets of the imperial capital were bustling with people, and Wuyu drove a carriage to Rongguo's mansion.

Because she got up too early in the morning, Nan Zhuohua had already fallen asleep on the soft bed in the carriage, and Miyan sat beside her and took care of her.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

Mi Yan was puzzled, raised the curtain of the car and asked Wu Yu: "Sister, what's wrong?"

Wuyu frowned, "There is a carriage blocking the road ahead."

The streets of the Imperial Capital are not narrow, but there are many people on the street, and there are vendors on both sides. The crowd is bustling, and it looks a bit crowded.

The carriage on the opposite side was wider and more luxurious than ordinary carriages. The decoration of the carriage was also high-profile and luxurious, inlaid with gilt agate. One could tell at a glance that the owner sitting inside was either a royal family member or a dignitary.

The owner in the carriage was indeed not an ordinary person, it was Jing Chuwan.

Because Nan Zhuohua's carriage was blocked on the opposite side, Jing Chuwan's carriage couldn't get through either. The groom driving Jing Chuwan's carriage was a skilled shadow guard. He stopped the carriage, turned around, and said to Jing Chuwan in the carriage. : "Princess, there is a carriage blocking the way ahead, our carriage cannot pass."

In the carriage, there was Jing Chuwan's impatient and irritable voice: "Trash! Do you still use this princess to teach you how to do it? Just run over it."

Because of Bai Qingchen's back injury, he has been shutting himself out for the past few days. Jing Chuwan couldn't help but visit the door, but he was turned away, and Bai Qingchen's face was never seen. , and hastily turned back to the palace.

Right now, my heart is full of anger.

"My subordinate understands."

The shadow guard didn't hesitate any more, he pulled the reins to drive the horse, and was about to charge into Nan Zhuohua's carriage.

The carriage on the opposite side ran over quickly, Wu Yu's big black eyes narrowed suddenly, he held the reins tightly, but stood still.

When the carriage was about to rush over, Wuyu held a silver needle between his fingertips, threw it out instantly, and shot it at the horse's neck.

The horse's front hooves were raised high, and the horse neighed.

Jing Chuwan's carriage lost control for a moment, it was going towards Nan Zhuohua's carriage, but turned back at this moment, the horse was restless and rampant.

Knocking over the vendors' stalls on both sides of the street, the people fled one after another, and everyone was at risk.

The shadow guard was skilled, but he couldn't control the carriage. Jing Chuwan in the carriage at the back didn't know what happened. He was dizzy from the bumps in the carriage, and bumped against the wall of the carriage, causing her to die. pain.

"Stop! Stop!" Jing Chuwan howled from behind.

The shadow guard grabbed the reins and pulled hard, the horse was suddenly pulled hard, the horse's hooves couldn't stand firmly, it fell directly to the ground, and the carriage behind it was also overturned.

Jing Chuwan was helped out of the carriage by the maid, her pale face was still in shock, the gold hairpins were scattered on her head, and her forehead was still a little bruised, probably from being hit in the carriage.

The shadow guard knelt down and pleaded guilty: "Princess, the horse suddenly went berserk, and the subordinates couldn't control it"

"Snapped!"

Before the shadow guard could finish explaining, Jing Chuwan slapped him hard, "Trash! You can't control a horse!"

The shadow guard also wanted to explain: "Yes, someone took advantage of the unpreparedness and attacked our carriage, so."

"roll!"

Jing Chuwan didn't want to hear any more explanations from him, so she raised her foot and kicked him on the shoulder, kicked him down, squinted her eyes, and grimly said, "Go back to the palace, I will commit suicide and apologize."

The shadow guard's face was ashen, and he responded tremblingly: "This subordinate obeys."

Jing Chuwan's cruelty has always been known far and wide.

The carriage suddenly lost control, and Jing Chuwan didn't know that it was secretly attacked by someone. The person who attacked him could only be the person in the opposite carriage.

She walked quickly to Nan Zhuohua's carriage, glared at Wuyu, and glared: "Did you sneak attack on this princess' carriage?"

"it's me."

Fog Whisper admitted generously, without any surprise or fear.

"Bitch, you're looking for death!" Jing Chuwan was very angry, and shouted: "Come on, take this bitch away, this princess must 'treat' her well!"

Beside him, a few men in black with knives appeared in an instant, they were the secret guards who secretly protected Jing Chuwan.

The dark guards surrounded the carriage, Wu Yu's cold eyes did not look sideways, his body was chilling, and the broken hair hanging by his ears was windless and automatic.

The movement outside woke up Nan Zhuohua who was sleeping in the carriage. She opened her dazed eyes and saw Miyan lying on the window looking out.

Nan Zhuohua rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Sister Mi Yan, have you arrived at the house yet?"

"Shh!" Miyan made a small gesture, put down the car curtain, sat next to Nan Zhuohua, and said softly, "I haven't arrived at the house yet, something happened outside."

Nan Zhuohua woke up from his sleepy eyes, "What happened?"

Mi Yan smiled, "Sister will take care of small things, and my little master stay in the carriage and don't go out, so as not to be caught by bad guys."

Outside the sword has no eyes, Mi Yan is afraid that she will be hurt.

But Nan Zhuohua has never been a quiet and obedient child.

Swords were tense outside, and Nan Zhuohua could feel the tense and dangerous atmosphere in the carriage.

"I'm going out to see Sister Wuyu."

Nan Zhuohua was a little worried about the fog outside, jumped off the soft bed, and ran to the door of the carriage.

"Hey, little master"

It was too late for Miyan to speak to stop him, Nan Zhuohua had already lifted the curtain of the car and appeared behind Wuyu, his almond-shaped eyes scanned the surrounding dark guards, and sat beside Wuyu fearlessly.

Wuyu was startled: "Why did the little master come out?"

"I'm afraid you'll get hurt, so I'll come out and see you."

With a gentle face, Wu Yu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Don't worry, little master, the slave will not be hurt." His eyes looked coldly at the hidden guard in front of him, faintly disdainful.

"You are." Jing Chuwan narrowed his eyes to look at Nan Zhuohua, turned his eyes and saw the logo of Rongguo Duke's Mansion on the carriage, thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows: "The apprentice of Yunranyue, Nan Zhuohua?"

Nan Zhuohua looked at him: "You are Jing Chuwan."

Jing Chuwan was sullen: "You can also call me the princess's name?"

"I can call if I want, you can call me."

Nan Zhuohua shrugged his small shoulders, he was a rascal.

Jing Chuwan sneered: "You're really arrogant at such a young age!"

At the annual banquet, when Jing Chuwan asked Song Zhibai to avenge Bai Qingchen, the two met face to face, and Nan Zhuohua recognized Jing Chuwan at a glance.

At that time, Jing Chuwan's thoughts were all on Song Zhibai, and he didn't pay much attention to Nan Zhuohua. He just saw the logo of Rongguo Duke's Mansion, and looking at Nan Zhuohua's age, it was not difficult to guess her identity.

(End of this chapter)