In Kaishan Temple, Ji Wuhen and Ji Wen, father and son, went straight to the temple backyard as soon as they arrived.
In the hospital, Su Mu and Kou Dan coaxed the three babies while constantly asking Yu Bai to inquire.
The couple left in the morning, and they should be back in the afternoon. However, it was almost getting dark, but there was still no one there.
Could something have happened?
Yu Bai went outside the yard again and again, and finally saw someone on the third trip, but it was not Lu Qingtang and Mo Zeshen.
Yu Bai was a little surprised, "King Zhennan? Crown Prince? Why are you here? Why didn't my prince and princess come back together?"
Ji Wuhen and Ji Wenzhan were also very surprised, "They left after lunch, why haven't they come back yet?"
Yu Bai punched hard, "Oh no, something happened!"
At this moment, three people stumbled over not far away.
Yuan Lang, Ling Guang, and another guard were covered in blood and all seriously injured.
Yu Bai was frightened and immediately called the other guards in the room. Together with the guards brought by Zhennan Palace, they carried the three people into the room to heal their injuries.
Yuan Lang was the least injured, but an arrow penetrated his shoulder blade, and his back was slashed, and his skin and flesh were all turned out, not to mention Yuan Lang and another guard.
He was trembling with pain, and the hand holding Yu Bai was trembling, "Quick... hurry up and save the prince and princess. We encountered an ambush on the road, they... they..."
"What happened to them!"
Yu Bai's face turned pale and he immediately asked.
Yuan Lang took a breath and continued: "The prince, princess and the others fell into the cliff. Their life or death is unknown. Go and save them!"
Yu Bai nodded, the panic in his eyes obvious. He ordered people to treat their injuries quickly, but he didn't know how to deal with them.
Fortunately, Prince Zhennan and his son are here. They don't have the tokens in their hands and can't mobilize the soldiers outside Kaishan Temple, but the palace soldiers and guards are still enough.
He ordered Ji Wenzhan to return to the palace immediately, mobilize all the guards and soldiers, and send them to Jiming Mountain to search the mountain where they were ambushed.
Ji Wenzhan immediately got on his horse and quickly left Kaishan Temple.
Seeing the anxious look on his son's face, Ji Wuhen's heart felt as if it was being fried.
That was his daughter, his and Hua Rou's daughter. The father and daughter had not yet been reunited, and something like this happened. How could he not be anxious.
At this time, a child's cry came from the room.
He immediately entered the dormitory.
Kou Dan held Mo Mo and Mo Yue in his arms, and Su Mu held Mo Bao in his arms. When Mo Bao cried, Mo Mo also cried. Although the youngest Mo Yue did not cry, the sadness in his eyes was visible to the naked eye.
They are all worried about their father and mother.
This scene made Ji Wuhen couldn't help but think of Ji Wenzhan crying like this on the day Hua Rou ran away. He cried to find his mother, but he couldn't find her.
His heart felt sour and his throat was a little choked.
Walking forward, Ji Wuhen took the calligraphy treasure from Su Mu and looked at the other two babies.
These children were all his grandsons and granddaughters, and they had the same blood as his own. He had become a grandfather unknowingly.
He reached out and wiped the tears on Mo Bao's face with his sleeve, looked at him lovingly, and asked softly: "Why are you crying, little Mo Bao? Is there something wrong with you?"
Mo Bao replied while twitching, "I miss my mother and my father. Why haven't they come back yet?"
Hearing the child's choked cries, Ji Wuhen felt heartbroken. He forced a smile and said to Mo Bao: "Good boy, your parents have gone out to do errands. You should go to bed first. When you wake up, you can see your parents early tomorrow morning. "
Mo Bao stopped crying, blinked his big eyes and looked at Ji Wuhen, and at the same time stretched out his hand to him, "Pull the hook."
Ji Wuhen smiled heartily, "Okay, okay, pull the hook!"
He stretched out his big hand, and Mo Bao held his little finger with his small fleshy hand, and then the grandfather and grandson recited at the same time, "Hang yourself by the handle and it won't change for a hundred years..."
The moment Mo Bao's little fleshy hand held his finger, Ji Wuhen's heart melted.
After finally coaxing the babies to sleep, Ji Wuhen had some free time and began to worry about his daughter.
I wonder how she is doing now?
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Lu Qingtang opened his eyes, and what he saw was grass half as tall as a man.
There was a bit of pain underneath him, and along with a painful moan, Lu Qingtang remembered that he had fallen down together with Mo Zeshen.
Looking down, she saw that she was currently pressing on Mo Zeshen. His face was in pain and pale.
Lu Qingtang immediately stepped away from him and quickly helped him up. In the dim moonlight, she saw that her hands were covered with blood.
She immediately panicked and quickly checked Mo Zeshen's body, and suddenly saw a long gash on his left arm. The skin and flesh were turned outwards, almost exposing the bones, which looked very scary.
Mo Zeshen endured the pain and told her: "It's dislocated, my arm is dislocated..."
He was breathing heavily, sweat was pouring from his forehead, and Lu Qingtang felt as if his heart had been cut by a knife.
She stood up, used all her strength to lift him up, and stepped over half a person's height of wild grass. The two of them came to a natural rock.
Lu Qingtang let his head rest on another stone, and then took out anti-inflammatory pain medication, suture needles, cotton swabs, gauze, anesthetics, analgesics and other necessary items from the bracelet.
She connected Mo Zeshen's arm first, and then treated his injury. With the anesthetic, the pain was less when the wound was sutured.
The two rested for a while, and Mo Zeshen rested his head on Lu Qingtang's lap. He had lost blood and looked a little weak. At this moment, he was as fragile as a child in need of his mother's embrace. Lu Qingtang reached out and stroked his face, recalling what happened an hour ago in his mind.
She and Mo Zeshen rushed to Kaishan Temple in a carriage. They originally took the official road, but they didn't want to be fine when they arrived in the morning. The road was blocked by a fallen tree, so they had to take a detour. Jiming Mountain Trail.
Originally feeling that something was not right, everyone was alert when entering Jiming Mountain, but they still could not guard against these sneak attacks.
All the guards were beaten to pieces. Lu Qingtang couldn't even protect himself with his three-legged cat skills, and fell down a steep slope during his escape. Fortunately, Mo Zeshen caught him and rolled down with him. If he hadn't been protecting him, he might have scratched either his arm or his face.
She looked down at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and couldn't help feeling pity in her heart.
Mo Zeshen opened his eyes and just met her gaze. He raised the corner of his mouth and reached out with his good right hand to touch her face.
He asked: "You are here to heal my wounds, are you not injured?"
Lu Qingtang shook her head. She glanced around. They were either bushes, towering trees, or rocky cliffs.
