With a scream of "Ah", the princess was thrown out by the crazy horse, and fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Her body hit the ground violently, making a dull sound.
The princess was lying on the ground with a painful expression on her face. Her leg was obviously injured and the piercing pain made her unable to move at all.
The crazy horse was still trampling wildly, its four hooves like hammers, constantly hitting the ground and raising clouds of dust.
Everyone around was stunned by this thrilling scene. They opened their eyes wide, their mouths opened wide, and fear was written all over their faces.
For a moment, no one dared to step forward, for fear of being hurt by this crazy horse.
The entire archery field was filled with tension and fear, and everyone was worried about the princess's safety.
Just when the crazy horse's hoof was about to step on the princess, at the critical moment, Jing Wenxuan shouted "Your Highness" and rushed forward without hesitation, blocking the princess.
The crazy horse's hooves kicked Jing Wenxuan hard, and there were only a few "crack" sounds, and the sound of broken bones was clearly audible.
Jing Wenxuan was viciously kicked by the mad horse's iron hoof. The piercing pain surged through his body like a surging wave, his face turning pale as paper. Cold sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead and temples, dripping down in large beads, soaking his collar.
However, even though the pain was unbearable, his eyes still showed determination and calmness.
He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging slightly from the force, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Enduring the severe pain in his body, he tried his best to shout, "Don't panic, evacuate the crowd!"
The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the noisy and chaotic archery field, carrying an unquestionable majesty and power.
The people around were originally frightened by this sudden and thrilling scene, their minds were blank and their eyes were full of fear and panic.
Hearing Jing Wenxuan's shout, everyone seemed to be suddenly awakened and came to their senses.
Seeing that everyone had responded, Jing Wenxuan immediately continued to give orders in an orderly manner.
He quickly pointed in the direction of safety and shouted, "Over there, retreat over there! Everyone, don't crowd, leave in an orderly manner!"
Although his voice was trembling with pain, it was still clear and powerful.
Under his command, some calmer people took the lead and began to help those around them evacuate to a safe area.
Some men shouted loudly for everyone to stay calm, while some women held their children's hands and walked carefully in the designated direction.
Jing Wenxuan felt a little relieved when he saw the crowd begin to evacuate in an orderly manner, but he did not relax at all.
He struggled to support his injured body, moving step by step with difficulty, moving back and forth among the crowd. When he saw an elderly person with slow movements, he went forward to support them, regardless of his own pain; when he saw a child crying out of fear, he gently comforted them.
His eyes were always vigilantly observing the surrounding situation, not missing any details, and ensuring that everyone could evacuate safely.
Thanks to his efforts, the originally chaotic scene was gradually brought under control and the crowd was evacuated at a relatively fast speed.
Soon, most of the people on the archery field had moved to a safe area. Jing Wenxuan then stopped, leaned against a pillar nearby, and gasped for breath.
His face was full of fatigue, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes, because he successfully protected everyone's safety in a critical moment, demonstrating his ability and responsibility as an official.
After everyone was safe, Jing Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved away from the princess.
He forced himself to stay healthy and said, "Your Highness, please go and rest first. I will send someone to make arrangements."
The princess looked at Jing Wenxuan's pale face and injured body, her heart filled with gratitude and guilt, and said, "Master Jing, thank you for your hard work. I will definitely reward you well."
Jing Wenxuan shook his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, you are too kind. Protecting the princess is my duty."
After saying this, he had the princess helped onto the carriage and taken to rest, and then he sent for a doctor to treat his arm.
This sudden incident brought the lively horse riding and archery activities and banquet to an abrupt end, but Jing Wenxuan's act of sacrificing himself to protect his master made everyone admire him.
When Su Huaiyue saw the princess being thrown off the crazy horse and falling heavily to the ground, her heart suddenly tightened, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
The color instantly drained from her face, and her eyes were filled with worry and anxiety. Without even a moment's hesitation, she rushed towards the princess in a panic like an arrow.
Along the way, she didn't care that her skirt was stained by the dust on the ground, nor did she care that her hair was flying messily in the wind. Her heart and eyes were filled with the injured princess.
Finally arriving beside the princess, Su Huaiyue was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
The princess was frowning in pain, her originally delicate and beautiful face distorted by pain.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept emerging from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and soaking the hair at her temples.
Her lips trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the severe pain from the wound was unbearable for her.
Su Huaiyue quickly squatted down, moving so gently as if she was afraid of disturbing the injured princess.
She stretched out her hands and slowly held the princess's hands, which were a little cold due to the pain and trembling slightly.
Su Huaiyue tightly wrapped the princess's hand with her warm palm, trying to convey a little comfort and strength.
Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a soft spring breeze, brushing past the princess's ears: "Your Highness, don't worry, let me see your injuries."
The princess was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the head of Meiyan Pavilion also knew medical skills.
She subconsciously wanted to ask, but the pain made her temporarily lose the strength to speak, so she could only nod to Su Huaiyue.
After Su Huaiyue got the princess's permission, her eyes immediately became focused and serious.
She carefully lifted the princess's skirt, revealing her injured leg.
Her fingers were as light as feathers as she slowly groped over the princess's legs, carefully examining every part.
When she confirmed that the princess's leg was broken, her brows furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed because she found that there was still room for recovery, which made her feel a little comforted.
Su Huaiyue immediately stood up, glanced at the people around with a determined look, and said loudly: "I need some materials, white cloth, wooden boards and plaster powder. Go find them!"
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