After saying this, Ji Wanrong tightened the reins with one hand, pedaled with one foot, and got on the horse with gritted teeth.
Mo Jiecheng was slightly startled when he heard her distant voice, then was pushed away by Ji Wanrong, and he staggered back a few steps.
Looking at Ji Wanrong's back sitting on the horse.
Long time no see, she seems to have lost weight again.
Probably because human lives were at stake, the two young soldiers no longer cared about etiquette. Seeing Ji Wanrong get on the horse, they hurriedly led the way.
The high whip fell, and the horse suddenly started galloping.
The horse under Ji Wanrong was very smart. She didn't even wave the reins, and the horse followed closely behind the two soldiers' horses, chasing after them.
Ji Wanrong had never ridden a horse before, and the horse's rapid speed made her feel a little uneasy.
The tiger's mouth was sore from the rough reins, and she bent down as hard as she could on the horse's back.
There are not many people in the south block of the city, and the horses are extremely fast.
Seeing that they had passed the main road to the south of the city, the soldier in front suddenly waved the reins, and the horse suddenly turned. The soldier grabbed the reins and tilted his body very skillfully, and then returned to the straight position.
But Ji Wanrong, who was following behind them, was not having such a smooth ride. She felt the violent movements of the horses beneath her, and she couldn't even see the road clearly.
She gritted her teeth and grasped the reins tightly, but the horse suddenly turned around at this moment.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt that his body was tilting uncontrollably, even hanging in the air.
Feeling a sudden weightlessness in her body, and seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, she was startled and secretly whispered something bad.
The next moment, Ji Wanrong felt a warmth on his back, and the reins in his hand were taken by a strong hand.
He tightened the reins with one hand, and held Ji Wanrong's waist with the other hand. His slender legs clamped the horse's back tightly, and the veins in his right hand bulged with force, and he held Ji Wanrong tightly. On horseback.
Feeling the familiar fragrance of fir pouring into his nose, Ji Wanrong's whole body froze as his shoulders bumped into his hard chest under the jolt of the horse.
Mo Jiecheng felt her stiffness and moved his body slightly back. His left hand, which was originally tied to her weak waist, was placed on the reins unnaturally.
With the sound of hunting in his ears, Ji Wanrong heard Mo Jiecheng's hoarse voice, explaining in a low voice: "These two soldiers are from my king's camp, and the soldier who had the accident is probably one of my king's men."
"I am eager to save people, not for other reasons. If County Master Qinghui is injured at this moment, he will not be able to survive. I am sorry for the offense. Please forgive me... Master Qinghui."
Ji Wanrong lowered his eyes slightly after listening to his explanation, "It's okay, it's all for the soldiers."
With Mo Jie Cheng behind him, the horse was indeed much more stable and no longer jolted.
Mo Jiecheng put his hands around Ji Wanrong and pulled the reins. He stood upright and tried his best not to touch Ji Wanrong's body.
His expression was solemn and he looked very serious.
But only Mo Jiecheng himself knew how much self-control he expended to resist holding her slender body into his arms.
When the horse turns into a busy city, according to the law of the court, it can no longer ride the horse.
Mo Jiecheng tensed his jawline, turned over and dismounted, and then silently hugged Ji Wanrong's waist and hugged her off the horse.
Feeling the softness in his hands, he closed his eyes.
His hands just touched and left immediately.
Ji Wanrong didn't pay attention, because she saw the crowds of people in front of her and smelled the strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose, and she knew why the two little soldiers were so anxious.
"Give it! Give it! The doctor is here! The doctor is here!"
Two soldiers opened the way in front of them, and Ji Wanrong followed and squeezed into the crowd. The expressions of the people on both sides were full of indignation.
Until Ji Wanrong heard the cursing voice of a man in the distance: "How many pounds do you have, don't you weigh it yourself? How dare you tie me up?"
The voice sounded familiar to her, and she pushed aside the last person. What she saw was the dying horse. The stumps on the ground were almost turned into flesh and stuck to the bluestone.
The stone slab was still dripping with blood.
"Rong'er, Rong'er, he's here!"
Xie Lingxiao's voice was filled with sadness.
Ji Wanrong looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ji Lingxiao covered in blood, with bloodshot eyes and bulging veins in his neck. He was holding a young man in a coarse shorts in his arms.
The young man's lower body was almost a bloody mess.
Two legs were scattered on the other side of the street, one behind the other.
There was no blood on his face, just like a corpse.
It seemed that someone was riding a horse in the downtown area and bumped into this man again. However, after bumping into the person, not only did he not hold the reins, he allowed the horse to continue running and even ran over him repeatedly.
The horse's hoofs trampled the human legs to pieces, and the blood and bones even stuck to the stone slab, making it impossible to pick them up.
It's simply a human tragedy.
Beside him were two doctors holding medicine boxes, shaking their heads at Xie Lingxiao: "It's hopeless, he's out of breath, sir!"
Ji Wanrong's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly walked to Xie Lingxiao's side, opened the man's eyelids and checked his pupils.
His pupils had begun to dilate. Ji Wanrong's hands trembled and he stretched out his hand to test the man's pulse.
His neck was so cold.
The neck hidden under the collar has a very fair complexion and is also very slender. It seems that this little soldier is still very young and should be a new recruit who has just joined the army.
The closed eyelashes looked very long, and the half-open lips were still spitting out blood.
The thick smell of blood poured into the tip of her nose, and Ji Wanrong's stomach felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Wake up, wake up, don't sleep, look at me!"
"Open your eyes and look at me!"
Ji Wanrong patted the man's cheek to test his reaction.
She tried to calm herself down, summoned a silver needle from space to seal his meridians, and then summoned an adrenaline injection from space, injecting it directly into his skin.
Then a bandage was summoned from the space to tightly bind the broken limbs under his body, and a blood bag was summoned from the space.
It was too late to test the blood type, and Ji Wanrong could not care about the attention of everyone, so he directly used type O blood to transfuse the little soldier in front of him.
Watching the blood in the blood bag being injected into the little soldier's body bit by bit, Ji Wanrong held his breath and observed his reaction and bleeding.
One minute and one second is like a year.
It wasn't until she felt the pulse on his neck beating again and Ji Wanrong checked his pupils that they were no longer dilated that she breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time she collapsed on the ground, her whole body was completely cold.
"People...are breathing."
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, he heard a man's faint chuckle coming from the distance: "Okay, can you let me go now?"
"If it's any later, my sister will be here, and when things get serious, I won't be the responsible person."
Chen Hu smiled evilly and turned to stare at Xie Lingxiao, who was covered in blood.
"No one has ever dared to take me down, young master. Even Jing Zhaoyin in the capital has to be polite to me. Who are you?"
Ji Wanrong's eyes turned cold.
