Reborn to marry the emperor's uncle, being pinched and coaxed every day

Chapter 77 She Doesn't Want Him To Die

Sima Jiao had never encountered such a well-matched opponent in his two lifetimes. In his previous life, he was a martial arts prodigy, and basically there were very few people in the world who could beat him.

Perhaps the opponent could see that this fight was impossible to win, and Sima Jiao couldn't be killed. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and kicked Sima Jiao in the back.

It was too late to dodge, and he got kicked. Originally, Sima Jiao would not have been injured by this kick, but this man clearly knew about his old injuries.

It just hit his healed wound. The tiger left a very deep wound. Even though the surface has healed, the inside has not yet fully grown.

This kick made his white robe turn red, and the wound was split open by the kick.

He knelt down on one knee in pain and supported his body with the blade of the sword.

"Despicable! Who are you, dare to assassinate this king, why don't you dare to show your true colors!" He gritted his teeth, this old wound was torn apart, it hurt more than the first time.

But the other man in black ignored him and didn't give Sima Jiao a chance to breathe. He raised his sword and was about to stab Sima Jiao in the throat.

Sima Jiao watched the movement of the man in black, found a flaw in his figure, and waited for the opponent's sword to pierce his throat, and launched a fatal blow to the opponent.

But before the sword stabbed over, he smelled the fragrance of a girl, and a pink figure stood in front of him.

"Huayang, get out of the way." He shouted hastily.

"I don't want it. He is taking advantage of others. I won't leave. If you want to die together, Sima Jiao, if you dare to die, I won't live." Hua Yang didn't turn his head, staring at the man in black in front of him.

But her voice trembled, as if she was enduring severe pain, Sima Jiao heard something was wrong, and stood up with the sword in his hand.

Shocked by the scene he saw, his pupils shrank, and a pair of white and tender hands were tightly holding the sharp blade of the sword.

As long as the opponent yanks hard, her hands will be crippled.

The other party was also obviously stunned, he didn't expect that a girl who hadn't reached the age of hair would be so reckless, dare to block the sword with her body, and even hold the sword empty-handed.

Blood was dripping down the blade of the sword drop by drop, and besides disbelief, there was an imperceptible trace of pain and jealousy in the eyes of the man in black.

Hua Yang kept looking at the man in black, and always felt that this man's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar. Could it be those rebels in the previous life?
"Huayang, let go!" Sima Jiao couldn't wait any longer, her hand would be finished if she waited any longer, and she flew forward to stab the man in black with his sword.

The moment he shouted, Hua Yang let go of his hand.

The man in black blocked Sima Jiao's first strike with his sword, but failed to block the second strike.

"Pfft." The man in black was hit by a sword in his shoulder, and was kicked in the chest by Sima Jiao, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.

He didn't love to fight, since there was no chance of winning, he just ran away with luck.

Seeing that the man in black had left, Sima Jiao retracted the soft sword to his waist, and ran to Hua Yang's side immediately, ignoring his aching back.

Hold her bloody hand and exhale on it: "Does it hurt? I blow it, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Does it still hurt?"

Looking at the calm and reserved old man in the previous life, now speaking incoherently, Hua Yang's lips curled into a smile.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, my hands are not broken, and I can play the pipa for you in the future. Does your back hurt?" She wanted to get up and look at his back.

The sound of horseshoes has already been heard in the distance.

As early as when Sima Jiao took Hua Yang off his horse, he had already sent a bell dagger into the air.

It should be that the hidden guards he stayed at the camp in the suburbs of Beijing received his distress signal and came over.

A pair of horses arrived at the scene, and they all got off their horses and knelt down on one knee to salute: "This subordinate is late, Your Highness forgive me."

"Get up and go back to the city."

Sima Jiao took out the handkerchief from Hua Yang's waist and simply bound her hands.

He carried her on the horse and stopped galloping on the way back.

Hua Yang knew that his back must be serious, so he thought about going to ask Master Shengkong for more medicine powder tomorrow.

When they arrived at the gate of the city, they secretly looked at the group of people. There was blood on the master's back, and Miss Hua's hand was injured, so he knew something had happened.

"An Yi, send Miss Hua back to the mansion." Sima Jiao hugged Hua Yang and said to her:

"It's not convenient for you to go to the palace. I'll ask the imperial physician to go to Hua's house to see your injury. I will let your grandfather and your mother know. You don't have to worry."

Hua Yang nodded, and got into the carriage with difficulty concealing his worry.

Sima Jiao rode all the way back to Prince Qin's mansion. Several imperial physicians had already been called to the mansion by the dark guards who came back on horseback.

"Has anyone gone to Washington?" After letting the imperial doctors excuse me, he asked.

"I've gone, I guess it's already here by now. Your Highness, let my minister bandage you first." The imperial physician replied.

Sima Jiao nodded, and lay down on the bed in the inner room.

The imperial physician unbuttoned his robe and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Highness, it's not serious. One of the wounds that were healed opened later. The wound is not deep. If you take good medicine and don't touch water, it should get better in a few days. Apart from water, you can't sweat in these few days. I want the servants to prepare a few more icebergs."

The imperial physician said a few words, cleaned the wound, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and wrapped it with white breathable gauze.

Sima Jiao, on the other hand, was full of thoughts about Hua Yang's reckless attempt to protect others just now.

He was the one who protected her in the two lifetimes, and he was used to her frailty and fragility.

She never thought that she would be so brave in this life and risk her life for him.

The soft forbidden zone in Sima Jiao's heart was deeply touched. In his previous life, he was only greedy for her body at first, but after getting used to her, he unconsciously wanted to protect her, possess her, and occupy her.

In this life, he is still the same as the previous life, only interested in her, has feelings, and wants her to be his own woman.

But when it comes to love, the two have never mentioned whether they love or not.

But this feeling of being protected by her risking her life is really good, and I have responded to my long-standing robbery.

The branches of love between the two have grown new shoots.

Back at Tingshuang Courtyard, Mrs. Gu and Mrs. Mao were already waiting inside with the imperial physician.

Because the imperial physician was here, although Gu was very puzzled, she still didn't open her mouth. First, she asked the imperial physician to show Hua Yang the wound on his hand.

After careful inspection, the imperial physician wrote a prescription, kept the medicine, got up and replied:
"Returning to Mrs. Gu, the injury on Missy's hand, fortunately, did not hurt the meridians in the palm, nor did it hurt the bones of the hand. It was just a skin injury, but the sword was too sharp, and the wound was a bit deep. It needs good maintenance. It must not be touched in the next few days. water."

Both Gu and Mao heaved a long sigh of relief, and asked Hongmei to thank the imperial physician with the silver reward.

After the imperial doctor left, Mrs. Gu asked her daughter worriedly:
"Xixi, what's going on, His Royal Highness King Qin sent people to report that he met an assassin by chance, and you happened to be by the side and risked saving him. Where did you go today?"

Mrs. Mao also looked anxiously at her sister-in-law, but she could see a trace of discomfort and embarrassment on her face.

Could it be my sister-in-law and His Royal Highness King Qin?
(End of this chapter)