Chapter 69: Coma

Shen Tingyu's face wrinkled, and he raised his hand and twisted his two index fingers together, asking sincerely: "But Your Majesty, can you still walk?"

"You need to walk yourself to the horse."

With her current body, even a hundred of her wouldn't be able to move him.

What is the problem?

Xin Hongying raised his finger and flicked her forehead lightly, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I am sick, not lame, how can I not walk? You underestimate me too much."

He stood up with his back straight. His body felt extremely heavy, his head was spinning, and his eyes went black. He fell back heavily again, and the wound hurt like a knife.

I have no strength left in my body.

Xin Hongying suddenly fell silent. This was indeed a problem.

Shen Tingyu covered his forehead and looked up to glare at him. Although it didn’t hurt, how could he flick his head!

The anger I felt instantly disappeared when I saw how sick and weak he looked. I decided not to bother with the patient.

“Come again!”

Xin Hongying struggled again, and actually managed to sit down on the horse's back.

"Go!" Shen Tingyu commanded the black horse to start moving.

The mountains and forests were so varied that it was hard to remember where they had been. Having moved so far from the original river, the system couldn't even scan the original route.

It was impossible to go back, so she could only go down the mountain, leave the forest, and follow the official road in the mountains.

The horse's hooves moved slowly. Shen Tingyu kept an eye on Xin Hongying's condition. His body temperature gradually rose and he became increasingly drowsy.

She tugged at his sleeve with her small hands, trying to pull his crooked body off the horse, "Don't fall off! It's so heavy..."

Bang!

Xin Hongying still fell off the horse, and Shen Tingyu couldn't pull him up, so he was dragged down and hit his face.

"Your Majesty, wake up!" Shen Tingyu slapped his cheek with her small hands, each slap louder than the last, trying to wake him up.

On the official road surrounded by the wilderness, where the ground was a little wet after the rain, there was a tired black horse, a patient who fell off the horse and had a fever and was unconscious, and a desperate rag doll.

After an unknown amount of time, a black-painted carriage with red wheels came slowly towards them on the official road.

Shen Tingyu’s eyes were filled with tears, and she looked like she was saved.

Madam Luo leaned against the carriage, flipping through a book to kill time. A little maidservant beside her massaged her shoulders. She looked at the book and asked, "How many hours are left?"

The maid was about to speak when she saw the carriage suddenly stop.

Madam Luo frowned, lifted the carriage curtain, and asked the man on horseback beside her: "Husband, what happened?"

The man, riding a horse, frowned and comforted her. "It's nothing, it's just that there's a person lying on the official road, and a horse is blocking the road, so the carriage can't pass. I'll go and take a look, madam, don't be alarmed."

"The horse blocked the road, it must be to save the master, surprisingly so." Madam Luo and the maid looked at each other, a little surprised, and put down the book, "Baizhu, let's go take a look too."

"Madam, be careful." The little maid helped Madam Luo get off the carriage.

The man ordered the driver to forcibly pull the horse away, trying to forcefully clear a path. Seeing the woman get off the carriage, he stepped forward and took her hand, a little surprised: "Madam, why did you get off? It's just a small matter, don't bother Madam. I can handle it."

"Old Li, why don't you pull this horse away quickly?"

The driver, Old Li, nodded naively, "Yes, Master."

The black horse snorted slightly, its eyes shining, and it shook its head as it moved stubbornly around the man on the ground, as if protecting him.

The four-cornered bells hanging on the carriage swayed in the wind, and the decorations on the carriage looked quite gorgeous, so the man must be a wealthy one.

Shen Tingyu noticed that the beautiful lady who got off the carriage was very interested in the horse. She looked at it with a smile in her eyes and decided to make a breakthrough from her side and communicate with the dark horse quietly.

Shen Tingyu: Just look at her with the pitiful eyes you had last night and pretend to be pitiful. You are good at this.

Your future destiny will be to be killed by a tyrant or to be well-supported by him. How you live your life depends on your own acting skills.

Come on dark horse, I believe in you!

After listening to the instructions conveyed to it by Shen Tingyu, the black horse opened its pitiful eyes, looked at Madam Luo from a distance, and raised its injured leg schemingly.

Madam Luo saw it clearly and was deeply moved by its protective actions. She placed her hand on the man's large hand and whispered, "My dear, saving a life is worse than building a seven-story pagoda. This horse is very spiritual. Why don't we save him?"

"Old Li, stop."

Old Li was panting and glanced at the man, and the force he was holding on the horse had loosened.

The man frowned and said reluctantly: "Madam, we are going back to celebrate my father-in-law's birthday. If something happens to this man of unknown origin on the way, it will bring bad luck."

"Madam, absolutely not!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Luo hesitated a little. She looked down at the man on the ground, looked at him carefully, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Help! He was able to survive despite being so badly injured and met us, which means he is not destined to die."

The man's eyes were slightly cold, and his furrowed brows showed his attitude. He was still unwilling to save people, but he didn't say anything to stop them. He shook his sleeves and got back on the horse.

"Yun'er and I share a carriage."

Mrs. Luo didn't care what the man thought. She waved her handkerchief and ordered, "Old Li, hurry up and help the man to my carriage."

The carriage rolled forward and went into the city before stopping in front of a clinic.

Along the way, Shen Tingyu had a general understanding of the people in the carriage. Madam Luo had a carriage alone, her daughter had a carriage alone, and there were two servants as coachmen.

Along the way, men on horseback protected them.

Shen Tingyu saw Lao Li furtively handing something to the man, and followed him with some curiosity.

The man lowered his voice and asked, "How are you doing with what I asked you to do? Have you found a good place? Has anyone seen your face?"

Old Li smiled naively and said, "No one has seen it. I heard about this land from others. After asking around, I went to take a look myself. I think it can be done, but I didn't show up."

"Don't worry, sir."

A gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes, and he said cautiously: "Everything I want is here."

"They are all here with you. I dare not keep them for myself." Old Li said in a low voice.

"I don't think you dare. Let's go. Don't let anyone know our relationship." The man carefully took a package.

The thing was a little small, Shen Tingyu couldn’t see it clearly, it seemed to be a packet of medicine powder.

Old Li hurriedly stopped the man, "Master, what about the man Madam saved today? I saw he was a martial artist holding that sword, so I put a little knockout drug in the water he drank."

The man turned around, a murderous look in his eyes, "He was an accident. You did well."

The man pondered for a moment and said, "Go find some knockout drugs and put them in his daily medication to prevent him from waking up mid-sentence and causing delays."