Yue Ji

Chapter 199
Young Master Jingling's back and flanks seeped blood like this, and all the swordsmen panicked again.

The crowd surrounded him and hurried to the carriage.

Although Wei Luo's face was as white as paper, and his eyes were dim, Young Master Jing Ling wanted to carry her for a walk several times, but with a slight effort on his right arm, the blood seeped directly, how could he move?
However, he was absolutely unwilling to let others hug Wei Luo.At the moment, all the swordsmen could only lay down a thick bed on the carriage, and then let the two of them lie parallel in it.

Because the son Jingling's injury was on the right side of his back, everyone put two pieces on his vest, making him face Wei Luo's side.

While shaking, the carriage quickly drove towards the posthouse where the Jin envoy stayed.

Wei Luo and Mr. Jingling lay head to head, body to body, lying side by side.

Their wounds were wrapped up several times thickly, and the blood no longer oozes for the time being.

Maybe it was because of too much blood loss, Wei Luo's heart was already beating very fast, and her vision began to blur.

She opened her dark jade eyes wide and stared at the roof of the car motionlessly.Looking at it, a smile appeared on her face.

Smiling, Wei Luo slowly closed her eyes, and a thought came to her mind: There is nothing serious other than death, and I didn't even die when I encountered such an assassin attack, God really treated me well.That's right, God really treats me well, I have mastered such a high level of kung fu without a teacher, and I am so young, in this world, as long as people are not dead, how can there be obstacles that cannot be overcome?

Wei Luo, Wei Luo, this man, men in this world are like this, why are you angry and bitter?Want to make yourself unhappy for nothing?
It is enough to be alive, Wei Luo, you must live well, live happily, and live with dignity.

Even though his heart was beating fast and fast, a smile gradually emerged from the corner of Wei Luo's mouth.

Smiling, she slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't realize that the smile on her face was so ethereal, so distant, as if it would disappear out of thin air in the next second and would no longer be visible.

As soon as Wei Luo closed his eyes, he heard Young Master Jing Ling's urgent and nervous call, "Son, child?"

His voice was flustered and panicked.

Wei Luo was startled.

While she was wondering, Young Master Jingling had already yelled, "Stop the car—"

The carriage was galloping fast, and the people outside were startled when they heard this.In a blink of an eye, the curtain of the car was lifted, and Mr. Wen's face stretched out.

He glanced at Young Master Jingling's chest, and shouted anxiously: "Young Master, don't be frightened, don't be impatient, prevent the bleeding from continuing!"

Prince Jingling ignored the nervous Mr. Wen. He turned around slightly, stretched out his hand to caress Wei Luo's face, pursed his lips, and hurriedly called to Mr. Wen: "Your son seems to have passed out! I heard that the seriously injured can't close their eyes. If you close your eyes, your ghost will die, what should I do?"

His voice was anxious and chaotic, with a faint trace of inexplicable fear.

Mr. Wen was obviously taken aback when he heard the words, he jumped into the car with a whoosh, stretched out his hand, and touched Wei Luo's nose.

After touching for a while, he turned his hand and touched Wei Luo's neck again.

After touching it twice, Mr. Wen frowned, shook his head and said, "Although the breathing is slight, the pulse is still normal, no problem."

When he said this, he turned his head and stared at the blood-oozing chest of the young master Jingling, and said with a chuckle: "The woman just closed her eyes and fell asleep, and the young master is so flustered. Could it be this stab that made the dignified young master Jingling lose his sanity?" none?"

After throwing down this sentence heavily, Mr. Wen jumped out of the carriage, causing the curtain to sway, and said weakly to the swordsmen outside the carriage: "Go up to one person and re-wrap your wound!"

A swordsman got into the carriage in response, and wrapped two layers of cloth tightly on the wound of Young Master Jingling.

When the swordsman got out of the carriage, the sound of Young Master Jingling's breathing became rapid.

He let out two breaths hastily, and after a long while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Son, are you playing tricks on me?"

Wei Luo naturally shouldn't.

Young Master Jingling saw that she didn't move or respond, and couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment.He wanted to stand up and stare at Wei Luo a few times, but also wanted to take her heavily into his arms.But as soon as the arm moved, severe pain came from the wound, in order to avoid further bleeding and being ridiculed by Mr. Wen, he could only lie obediently.

Young Master Jingling couldn't make any big moves. At that moment, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Wei Luo's little hand tightly.

As soon as Wei Luo's cold little hand came into his palm, his heart softened suddenly, and the embarrassment disappeared in an instant.

He wrapped her little hand in his palm and stroked it gently.

The more he caressed, the gentler his movements became.

After a long while, his low magnetic voice rang out in the carriage, "Son, son...you really please me! You are willing to die for me, I am so happy."

This voice is very gentle, very gentle.Like a spring breeze, it floats gently in the carriage.

Wei Luo didn't move.

She just opened her mouth lightly, her voice was extremely cold, "Master, you have said too much. What happened today, you are actually saved by your master. Although Wei Luo is a woman, she dares to die for her benefactor!"

Her voice was so light and cold, she was just telling him a fact coldly.

In an instant, Young Master Jingling's chest was blocked!
For some reason, Wei Luo's reasonable words made him not happy at all, not at all happy.

It was quiet again in the carriage.

In the silence, Young Master Jingling's breathing became more and more rapid, and the sound gradually turned into panting when it reached the back.

After panting, Young Master Jingling called out in a low voice, "Son?"

Wei Luo ignored him.

After a while, Young Master Jingling called again: "Son, I..."

He didn't know what he was going to say.

I don't know how long it took, but almost suddenly, he burst out laughing.

His laughter is very cheerful and loud.Wei Luo was surprised, so he heard young master Jingling chuckle, and said: "You are so cunning! Duh! Just now you were confused and saw that I was not seriously injured, but you smiled heartily. My son clearly liked me, but you lied and lied I!"

When he said this, his voice became visibly excited.

However, his voice could barely hit the ground, and the curtain of the car was swished open, and Mr. Wen stretched out his head, glared at Mr. Jingling, and shouted: "Young master—you are so seriously injured, why don't you take a good rest? Duh! The woman is already your wife! You can call her a child, a woman, or a madam! It doesn’t matter if you want love or Dun Lun, even if you recover from the injury, it won’t be too late!”

As soon as Mr. Wen yelled, the commotion outside fell silent for an instant.

With a "wow", the car curtain was thrown down heavily, and a burst of laughter and jokes came from outside the car.Accompanied by the chuckle, there was also a faint whistling sound.

Apparently, those people have heard the lesson that Mr. Wen taught his son Jingling, and they are laughing and making trouble.

Young Master Jingling went dumb for an instant.

Wei Luo quietly opened his eyes,

Turning her eyeballs a little, she glanced at the side of Young Master Jingling, where she was slightly flushed.

His panting increased again.No need to look, Wei Luo also knew that at this moment, his thin lips must be tightly pursed, and his brows were beating anxiously.

Wei Luo closed his eyes again.

After such a fuss, she found that her heartbeat was stronger again.

She blinked her long eyelashes, and thought to herself: I don't know when will I be able to completely forget him and drift freely between the river and the sea?Like Jian Jiu, to be a knight-errant with a happy life?
Wei Luo, who was thinking like this, didn't notice at all. She didn't know when she started holding her breath.

(End of this chapter)