Chapter 119 The Carriage Overturned

"Zhao Zhao!" Pei Ji shouted as if his heart, liver and lungs were taken out and thrown on the ground and stepped on, and his eyes turned red instantly!

He watched helplessly as the carriage in which Luo Zhaohan was sitting was surrounded by several murderous masked men, with swords and knives flashing and clattering towards the carriage.

He was so anxious that he wanted to rush over immediately, but he was also in a mess!

The three of them were obviously tough guys from martial arts schools. They stuck to him like dog-skin plasters, and every move they made was ruthless, all aiming to take his life!

The sword in Pei Ji's hand was dancing so fast that sparks flew everywhere, and he was entangled so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

The evil fire in his heart rose up and burned his throat dry!

"Get out of here!" Pei Ji roared, and his sword suddenly became fierce. He fought with a completely reckless attitude, trying to tear a hole in the sword.

But the three killers cooperated very well. One attacked the upper road, one attacked the lower road, and the other focused on the flaws of his rescue, blocking his way completely.

"Master Pei, please save your energy! I'm afraid your beautiful fiancée will die today!" One of the killers laughed sinisterly and moved his hands faster. The blade brushed against Pei Ji's arm and passed by, leaving a trail of blood.

Pei Ji's heart sank suddenly. He ignored the burning pain in his arm and stared at the carriage not far away.

No matter how strong the carriage wall is, it can't withstand such a blow!

Listening to the loud "bang bang" noise, he felt that his heart was about to be broken into pieces just like the carriage!

In the carriage, Luo Zhaohan felt as if the whole world was shaking wildly.

The violent collisions came one after another, shaking her internal organs as if they were displaced and her ears were buzzing.

Chunxi, the personal maid, was so frightened that her face turned paler than paper. She hugged her tightly, her whole body shaking like a sieve, and she couldn't even cry.

"Miss! What should I do?" Chunxi's voice was broken with tears.

Luo Zhaohan's heart was beating like a drum and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to calm herself down. No, I can't panic!

Pei Ji is entangled and can't be relied upon, he has to rely on himself!

At this moment, there was a crisp "crash" sound.

A steel knife flashing with a cold light actually split the wooden board on the side of the carriage, and a calloused hand reached in and grabbed inside randomly!

"Ah——!" Chunxi screamed in fear, her soul almost flew away!

Luo Zhaohan's head buzzed, and it was almost an instinctive reaction. She suddenly pulled out a golden hairpin on her head, and with all her strength, she stabbed it hard at the hand that reached out!

“Puff!”

"Ah——!" A scream came from outside the car!

The hand shrank back as if it had been electrocuted, leaving behind a trail of blood.

Faintly, one could still hear the angry curses outside: "Bitch!"

This bought us valuable time.

Luo Zhaohan knew very well that this thin carriage could not hold out for long.

She quickly glanced inside the car and her eyes fell on the copper hooks on the wall that were used to decorate and fix the curtains.

The hook has a pointed end.

"Chunxi! Hold on to me!" Luo Zhaohan shouted softly, pounced forward, and pulled off the heavy copper hook. It felt cold and heavy in his hand, and could barely be used as a weapon.

Almost at the same time, there was a loud "boom!"

The entire carriage door was kicked into pieces by a huge force from the outside, and wood chips flew everywhere!

Two masked men blocked the door like evil spirits, staring fiercely at the two weak women inside.

"Little beauty, you're quite fierce! Let me show you how grandpa will deal with you!" One of them grinned and reached out to grab Luo Zhaohan.

Luo Zhaohan's pupils shrank and her heart almost stopped beating. She subconsciously wanted to use the copper hook to block it!

At the critical moment.

"call out--!"

A feathered arrow, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, shot in from the side with great trickery.

The target was not Luo Zhaohan, nor Chunxi, but the coachman Lao Zhou!

"Old Zhou, be careful!" Luo Zhaohan shouted in shock.

But it's too late!

Old Zhou was trying desperately to steady the frightened horse and was completely unaware of the arrow shot from the dark.

"puff!"

The arrow accurately penetrated Lao Zhou's back shoulder. He groaned, fell forward, and the reins in his hand slipped out of his hand in an instant.

"Yu yu yu——!" The horse pulling the cart was already frightened, and now it was completely out of control!

It let out a long, terrified neigh, raised its front hooves, and then dragged the broken carriage like mad, rushing down a steep hillside ahead!

"Ah--!" In the carriage, Luo Zhaohan and Chunxi were thrown backwards by the huge inertia, hitting the wall of the carriage, and stars appeared in front of their eyes.

The out-of-control carriage was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, bumping along the rugged mountain road. Every bump felt like my bones were going to break apart!

At the foot of the hill, Pei Ji heard the neighing of the uncontrolled horses and the rumbling sound of the carriage rushing down the hillside, and he felt as if struck by lightning.

"Zhao Zhao——!" His eyes were bloodshot and he felt like all the blood in his body was rushing to his head!

An unprecedented violent aura instantly filled his whole body!

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Pei Ji roared like a beast, his eyes red.

His swordsmanship suddenly became extremely ferocious, a style of fighting in which both sides would perish!

He even took a blow from the killer on the side, and his shoulder was instantly covered in blood. He took advantage of the severe pain and turned his wrist, and the tip of the sword suddenly pierced the throat of the killer in front at an incredible angle!

"Uh..." The killer covered his bleeding neck, widened his eyes in disbelief, and fell straight down.

The other two killers were so shocked by Pei Ji's sudden madness that they stopped moving.

Just this momentary flaw!

Pei Ji didn't care about the injury on his shoulder at all. He suddenly reached into his arms with his left hand, grabbed a handful of light yellow powder of unknown origin, and sprinkled it on the remaining two people!

"Be careful! It's poisonous!" One of the killers reacted quickly and retreated with bated breath.

The other one was a little slower. After inhaling a little, he immediately felt dizzy and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

"Die!" Pei Ji seized this fleeting opportunity, and the sword flashed like lightning, with the force of thunder, and stabbed it fiercely into the chest of the killer who was slower in movement.

The tip of the sword pierced through the back!

Finally, the killer who was holding his breath was terrified when he saw this.

He didn't expect Pei Ji to be so cruel and even hide poison powder. Seeing two of his companions killed in an instant, how could he dare to fight?

After a feint, he turned around and tried to run away.

"Want to run? Too late!" Pei Ji was covered in blood and his eyes were cold.

He tiptoed and caught up like a ghost, the long sword in his hand filled with murderous intent, mercilessly piercing the killer's heart from behind!

After getting rid of the last killer who was pestering him, Pei Ji didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and ran towards the hillside where the carriage had lost control and rushed down.

There was only one thought in his mind: Zhao Zhao! Nothing must happen to you!

There was a mess at the foot of the hill.

The luxurious carriage had completely fallen apart, the carriage was shattered into pieces, and wood fragments and miscellaneous items were scattered everywhere.

The horse pulling the cart fell to the side, foaming at the mouth and twitching, and it was obvious that it was dying.

The driver, Lao Zhou, was thrown far away and lay on the ground with the arrow still stuck in his back. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

"Miss! Miss, where are you?" Chunxi struggled to crawl out, covered in dust and dirt. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn, and there were several bloodstains on her face. She ignored the pain and searched everywhere while crying.

"Xiao...Chunxi...I...I'm here..." A faint voice came from under a pile of overturned carriage boards.

Chunxi rolled and crawled over, only to see a heavy carriage wall pressing down on him.

Luo Zhaohan had half of his body pinned down, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a large wound on his forehead. Blood flowed down his cheek, staining half of his clothes red.

She still held the copper hook tightly in her hand.

"Miss!" Chunxi burst into tears and frantically tried to move the heavy wooden board. "Hold on! I'll get you out right away!"

But she is a weak woman, how can she move it?

"Don't... don't worry about me... go see Lao Zhou..." Luo Zhaohan spoke weakly, his voice barely audible.

She felt pain all over her body, especially the leg that was pressed down. It was so painful that she thought the bones might be broken.

My vision was getting darker and my consciousness was beginning to blur.

At this moment, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps came from afar, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

"Zhao Zhao!" Pei Ji's figure came like a hurricane. He saw the tragic scene in front of him, especially when he saw Luo Zhaohan with half of his body pressed down and his face covered in blood. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a cold hand.

“Pei… Lord Pei!” Chunxi saw Pei Ji and cried even harder as if she had found a savior. “Hurry up and save the young lady! She…she’s been held down!”

Pei Ji rushed to Luo Zhaohan without saying a word.

He saw the heavy wooden board pressing down on her, his face livid. He took a deep breath, squatted down, and grabbed the edge of the board with both hands. The veins on his arms bulged, and he used all his strength to lift it up.

"rise--!"

He lifted the heavy wooden board and threw it aside with a loud "clang"!

"Zhao Zhao!" Pei Ji immediately rushed to Luo Zhaohan and carefully checked her condition.

He didn't dare to move her easily, especially when he saw her unnaturally bent legs, his heart sank to the bottom.

With trembling hands, he gently wiped the blood off her face, his voice filled with unprecedented panic: "Zhao Zhao, look at me! How are you? Where does it hurt? Tell me!"

Luo Zhaohan felt that the heavy object pressing on his body had disappeared, and his breathing became a little smoother.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and through her blurred vision, she saw Pei Ji's frightened and distressed face.

“Pei… Pei Ji…” She cried out weakly, trying to force a comforting smile, but it only agitated the wound on her forehead, causing her to gasp in pain. “I… I’m fine… It’s just that my leg… hurts so much… Lao Zhou… Lao Zhou…”

"Stop talking! I know! I know everything!" Pei Ji was heartbroken. He quickly took off his outer robe and carefully wrapped it around Luo Zhaohan, trying his best not to touch her injured leg.

"Hold on, I'll take you to see a doctor right away! I'll take care of Old Zhou! Chunxi!"

"I'm here!" Chunxi responded quickly.

"Go and see if Lao Zhou is still breathing! Be careful not to touch his wound!" Pei Ji ordered quickly, while carefully avoiding Luo Zhaohan's injured leg. He put one hand through her knee and supported her back with the other hand, and then gently picked her up sideways.

The weight of the item was so light that it made him feel even more pained.

"Yes!" Chunxi wiped her tears and stumbled towards Lao Zhou.

Luo Zhaohan was held in Pei Ji's arms, his nose filled with the strong smell of blood and sweat from his body, as well as a fresh scent that belonged only to him.

The embrace was not soft, and even seemed hard because of the tense muscles, but it inexplicably made her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, slowly fall back to earth.

"Pei Ji..." She leaned her head gently on his solid chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat like a drum. Her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her voice was as light as a feather.

"I'm so cold... and scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Pei Ji lowered his head and placed a very gentle kiss on her blood-stained forehead. His voice was low but very firm. "Sleep for a while, I'll take you home. With me here, no one can hurt you again."

Luo Zhaohan's tense nerves finally relaxed completely. She uttered a soft "hmm," her eyelids no longer able to support her, and she sank heavily shut, falling completely asleep in his arms.

Pei Ji held her in his arms, feeling her weak but steady breathing, and his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally relaxed a little.

He glanced at Chunxi, who was checking Lao Zhou's breath and nodded to him, indicating that he was still alive.

Pei Ji did not delay any longer. Holding Luo Zhaohan in his arms, he strode towards his horse parked on the official road.

He must rush back to the city as soon as possible to find the best doctor!

He lowered his head to look at the sleeping person in his arms, the glaring bloodstains on his pale face, and the injured leg hanging limply. His eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

No matter who it is, if anyone dares to touch Pei Ji, he will make them pay a thousand times the price!

…

Luo Zhaohan felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head, causing pain in his chest.

She clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, and the breath she had just taken in was about to burst out in a barrage of questions.

Why? Why could Liu Yueli feel so comfortable taking away the archery quota she had practiced since she was a child? It belonged to her, Luo Zhaohan!

It was her father who had promised herself that he would take her to the royal autumn hunt and show her off in front of His Majesty and all the nobles in the court!

Why should she, Liu Yueli, an adopted daughter who came into the mansion halfway, be so powerful?!

But at this critical moment, the figure in front of her, wearing a plain moon-white dress, bent her knees deeply in front of her like a willow branch bent by the wind.

Liu Yueli's head was lowered, with only a plain silver hairpin pinned to her jet-black bun, which shone with a cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun that passed through the lattice windows in the corridor.

Her voice was soft and light:

"Zhao Han, I'm sorry for you."

All the questions that were about to come out of Luo Zhaohan's throat were abruptly blocked by this sudden kneeling and this light apology.

She felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed her throat, and the rest of her words were stuck in her chest, unable to flow up or down, and she felt dizzy from the suffocation.

With his mouth open, he stared at the figure in astonishment. His mind was blank, with only a buzzing echo remaining.

Sorry?

With just these three words, she wanted to wipe out her more than ten years of anticipation and hard work?

"You..." Luo Zhaohan's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, trembling, "Liu Yueli! Get up! Stop pretending here! Tell me, what is going on?! Father..."

She pointed sharply towards the main hall, where she could faintly hear her father's irritated scolding. "Why did Father suddenly change his mind? Is it you? Did you say something in front of Father?!"