Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 113 Injured
Almost lost sight of him, almost...

There was a strong sourness in my nasal cavity, I bit my lip tightly to keep myself in control.

"... Please...don't ride a horse in front of me..." His body was trembling, and his voice was trembling, and I could feel it all.His words suddenly brought tears out of my eyes.How could I not understand what he meant, he didn't want me to ride a horse, but he didn't want to watch me die in front of him, for fear that he would never see me again.At this moment, in the face of life and death, I deeply felt the deep emotion that Tingyu showed towards me that was heavier than his life, and only then did I realize that my position in his heart cannot be replaced by anything...

For a split second, I really wanted to just fall into his arms and grow old.

In the blurred vision, the frightened horse suddenly got rid of the control of several servants and ran wildly. A group of servants chased after it, but they couldn't stop it.At this time, Ting Lu and Xiao Shi walked in from the door with a smile on their faces. When they saw me and the situation in the courtyard, their expressions suddenly changed, and they dropped their whips and rushed towards the mad horse.As expected of Ting Lu, she was more athletic than anyone else, and jumped onto the horse's back nimbly in just a few steps.Seeing him appear, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.I was about to stand up when I suddenly found that the hand buried under the clothes was tightly held by Ting Yu, and I couldn't break free after pulling it a few times.

Seeing that the horse was about to be subdued by Ting Lu, and everyone's attention would soon be focused on this place, I struggled desperately. "It will be seen by others."

I raised my head and met his bloodless face, and the bloody eyes were full of reluctance and regret.My heart was suddenly stung by something, and I couldn't speak for a long time in pain.I half reminded and half begged in a low voice: "I have already chosen Ting Lu."

His body froze obviously as if he had been slammed, and he raised his eyes to look at me, the hurt eyes gradually lost their color, replaced by a feeling of desolation.

My words drew a clear line between the two of us. I was caught off guard, and he let go of my hand. I fell to the ground and looked at him again. My tired face had already adjusted to the original calm expression. His eyes were also a little more distant.He stretched out his hand to me, but I ignored him. He stood up and lowered his head to pat the dirt on his body. He stood by and watched silently, waiting.

"... Let's just pretend that we have no fate. From now on, you can be generous in the mansion, and you don't have to hide from me deliberately. You will marry Ting Lu in the future, and we will always be a family." Listening to what he said, I didn't say anything. He paused, and said again: "I can see that you are safe and sound every day, and I feel at ease, and this is the only way to go."

Ting Yu said lightly, finally decided to accept the reality.

After saying these words, the horse was finally subdued, and Mrs. Zhang led the crowd to run over eagerly.Ting Lu rushed in front of me, looked up and down, and asked nervously: "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where did you get hurt?" Seeing that I was safe and sound, he felt relieved and turned to look at Ting Yu, " Brother, are you okay?"

Ting Yu took a look at Ting Lu's hand on my shoulder, and it took a while to react.Responding absentmindedly: "I'm fine, but my arm hurts a bit..."

Just as Ting Lu was about to help him, Ting Yu immediately frowned, took a deep breath, and soon dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.His face was pale, and he seemed to be enduring the pain.Ting Lu felt something was wrong, "Tell the doctor quickly, it seems to be broken."

Fracture... My heart twitched suddenly when I heard this.

No wonder there was no blood on his face, this should have been thought of earlier.

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