Chapter 72 Injury
Fortunately, Lu Zhaoyang was proficient in horsemanship. He took advantage of the crazy horse's unpreparedness and jumped on the horse by pulling the reins.
The horse kept struggling, shaking the carriage so much that it almost tipped over.
At this time, the prince rode up on horseback and anxiously asked her to dismount.
Lu Zhaoyang suddenly felt compassion and swung his sword to cut off the connection with the carriage. The horse was no longer carrying any weight and ran even more recklessly.
She gripped the horse's belly tightly, her hands bleeding from being rubbed by the reins, but she still couldn't slow it down.
The prince was chasing after him anxiously, whipping his horse so hard that sparks were almost coming out. Finally, he found a chance to jump on the horse.
He sat behind and hugged Zhaoyang tightly, trying to control the horse.
But the horse had eaten too many adulterated herbs and was extremely manic, and neither of them could control it.
Seeing the cliff in front of them, the prince kissed the top of her head and soothed Zhaoyang softly: "Don't be afraid, trust me, close your eyes."
Lu Zhaoyang was extremely scared at first, but when he heard this familiar yet slightly strange voice, he felt unexpectedly calmed down.
She closed her eyes obediently, and felt herself flying up in the next moment, and then falling heavily.
This was a dense bamboo forest. They rolled over, stirring up a cloud of dust and fallen leaves, and soon stopped when they hit the bamboo.
The horse ran wildly all the way and fell directly into the cliff, dying.
Lu Zhaoyang moved her arm and didn't feel the pain she had imagined. She thought it was because the prince protected her.
She quickly got up, groped around, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"
The prince closed his eyes tightly and did not respond. His face was as pale as gold paper and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Lu Zhaoyang panicked and wiped the sweat off his face with the unstained part of his sleeve. His voice was filled with tears. "Wake up, you can't be in any trouble."
She shouted for a while, pinched his philtrum and tiger's mouth, and when she saw that the prince still did not respond, she gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves and was about to slap him in the face.
Just as her hand was about to touch his face, the prince suddenly opened his eyes and pinched her slender white wrist with his right hand.
"What's wrong with you? Is there anyone who treats his savior like this?"
He pretended to be unconscious, thinking that he might have a chance to kiss her, but he didn't expect that if he opened his eyes a little later, he would be slapped.
Who understands? It’s such a hard life.
Seeing that he had woken up, Lu Zhaoyang wiped away his tears and asked with sobs, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
The prince said arrogantly, "I am a martial arts expert, how could I be injured? It's no problem."
Lu Zhaoyang thought he was really fine, but when he helped him up he found his hand was covered in blood.
The force of their fall from the horses was so great, and the place was a slope, so they rolled over and crushed a bamboo forest. A piece of bamboo tube that had been cut diagonally and had its sharp edge removed happened to pierce the prince's side.
A lot of blood flowed, staining his outer shirt red. Lu Zhaoyang frowned and wanted to look at his wound, but he covered his eyes.
"You still want to take advantage of me at this time?"
Lu Zhaoyang was really pissed off by his foul mouth, so he immediately let go, took off his vest, and pressed on him to stop the bleeding.
Seeing him like this, she didn't dare to let him move at will. She could only help him move little by little to a hidden place and wait for Jiang Ran to bring people over.
Lu Zhaoyang couldn't sit still, so he gathered a pile of dead leaves and put them on the ground so that he could sit more comfortably.
"I didn't expect that although you are a fierce person, you are actually very considerate."
"Don't be discouraged. If you sincerely pray to the matchmaker, maybe you'll get married one day."
The prince had lost too much blood and his lips were white, but he still had the energy to tease her.
After hearing this, Lu Zhaoyang's previous worries disappeared instantly.
She raised her hand to hit him, but seeing that he was breathing more than he was breathing, she gave up and sat down aside angrily.
You deserve to die for being so vicious.
Fortunately, Jiang Ran found them before dark and brought a doctor with him. He first gave the prince a simple bandage before carrying him away.
Lu Zhaoyang followed behind awkwardly. He was decisive when saving people, but now that he was in big trouble, he began to feel scared.
Jiang Ran patted her shoulder and comforted her, "You did a great job. Madam Lu is fine, and the baby in Lin Buqiu's belly is fine too. She was just a little frightened. Someone sent them back first."
"I know. After all, it's Lu Yu's child. What if he... you want to leave some memories for the old lady."
Lu Zhaoyang nodded frantically. Fortunately, Jiang Ran understood her. She was worried about being scolded just now, but now she felt much more at ease.
The prince is so petty and will definitely complain when his elder brother comes back. By then, with the help of his sister-in-law, the punishment will be lighter.
She took Jiang Ran's hand, bent down and gently rubbed her shoulder, and said coquettishly: "A Ran, good A Ran, you have to plead for me when the time comes."
Jiang Ran pulled his hand away and raised his chin. "I can't talk about mercy. He's the one who's hurt. It'll only work if he talks."
Lu Zhaoyang was immediately deflated. He stamped his feet and muttered, "Rely on him? I'd rather die than not."
"It's not that I will die, but I just have to be responsible for him." Jiang Ran said with a mischievous smile.
After hearing this, the prince lying on the stretcher pricked up his ears keenly, and a hint of anticipation rose in his heart.
"That's easy. Isn't it just about taking care of him in his old age? From now on, he will be my real brother. I will treat him as my real brother, no, I will treat him as my real uncle and be filial to him." Lu Zhaoyang patted his chest and promised.
When the prince heard these words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He fell back dejectedly and looked up at the sky in silence.
It’s better not to take responsibility, otherwise he is afraid of dying young.
Lu Zhaoyang was completely unaware of his thoughts and hurriedly took him to the East Palace to find the imperial physician.
It was Jiang Ran who reminded him that the prince could not leave Chang'an openly for the time being.
"Oh." Lu Zhaoyang frowned and thought for a while, then pointed in the direction of Ci'en Temple. "How about we pull it back?"
The prince was once again so angry that his blood rushed back and he began to cough heart-wrenchingly.
Lu Zhaoyang was anxious, picked up the doctor and rushed forward, "Doctor, please take a look quickly, don't let anyone die here."
When the prince heard the coughing became more severe, he thought to himself, "Thank you for your concern. I would have died slower if you hadn't said anything."
After a lot of trouble, the cough finally stopped, and the prince asked shamelessly: "Can I go to your house to recuperate?"
Lu Zhaoyang and Jiang Ran looked at each other. This request sounded strange, but it made sense when they thought about it carefully.
After all, he came here after receiving their news, and was injured while trying to save them. And if he returns to the East Palace now, his injury will definitely be exposed, and the fact that he came out without permission will be exposed.
"Okay, if you are willing to stay, you can stay until your injury is healed." Lu Zhaoyang was straightforward and agreed without thinking.
The prince breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to live in the Lu family meant that his injury was not in vain.
Being together day and night like this, they should be able to develop some feelings for each other, right?
Looking at Lu Zhaoyang's calm expression, he felt a headache again. He didn't know when this silly girl would come to her senses.
The prince was still fantasizing about the days when he would be taken care of by Zhaoyang, but he didn't know that Lu Weiqing was almost arriving in Chang'an at this moment.
What awaits him is not soft jade and warm fragrance, but violent storms.
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