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"Ah——" Yimei couldn't help but turn pale, and she opened her mouth to call for help.

Nangong Yue is not like that. In her previous life, her journey from Crown Princess to Queen was not smooth sailing. She suffered dozens of assassinations, and her mentality was not comparable to that of ordinary women. She quickly calmed down and whispered to Yimei: "Don't make a sound."

The drink frightened Yimei into silence immediately, but the coachman outside already sensed something strange and hurriedly asked: "Miss Third, Miss Yimei, are you okay?"

Nangong Yue gave Yimei a comforting look and whispered: "Tell him we are fine."

Yimei's face was as pale as paper, but she still took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Uncle Laifu, Miss Three and I are fine." Her voice was still trembling, but it was not noticeable in the slightly bumpy carriage. Clear.

The deep eyes of the masked young man stared at the two of them, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The black cloak in the young man's arms exuded a faint smell of blood. As a doctor, Nangong Yue had an extremely keen sense of smell and could not help but frown. She took out a silver needle from her arms and plunged it decisively into the other person's hole to stop his bleeding.

This is the first time I have used this silver needle since I got it. I didn’t expect that it would be used on an unknown thief and it would stop his bleeding!

The masked boy was stunned. He originally thought that Nangong Yue and her maid were just ordinary weak women, but he didn't expect Nangong Yue to take action so quickly. Before he could react, his master had already been stabbed...

"What are you doing?"

The young man's black eyes became darker and sharper, and the gleaming sword edge immediately pointed at Nangong Yue's throat, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Xiaosi... don't..."

"Master, how are you?" The young man looked at the black cloak eagerly.

The black cloak barely straightened up, and the hat of the cloak fell down. It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked extremely handsome, and his facial features were as perfect as God's masterpiece, but his complexion was white and green. He looked lifeless, and even his breathing was extremely weak. If you didn't look carefully, you would almost think that he had stopped breathing. His right hand was half exposed from under the cloak, and the fingers were withered, the nails were black, and the knuckles were swollen and deformed.

What is even more shocking is that his exposed face and neck are covered with freshly scabbed scars, which looks really shocking.

The sick man said with difficulty: "Xiaosi, this... girl is kind enough to help me stop the bleeding!"

Hearing this, instead of breathing a sigh of relief, the young man looked at Nangong Yue even more alertly.

If she wanted to kill the young master with the injection just now, and the injection was at the fatal point, then...

The young man's dark eyes became darker and sharper, as if a sharp sword was about to pierce Nangong Yue. "Why did you help my young master stop bleeding?"

If Nangong Yue had weak points, she might faint from shock, but she was Nangong Yue after all. She looked at the other party without fear and said slowly: "Your young master smells very strong of blood." She did the same. Have to do it! Although she didn't know why the masked boy and his master were pursued by the Jin Yiwei, since the Jin Yiwei took action, they would never give up easily. In other words, the Jin Yiwei would probably catch up and search their carriage later. The smell of blood permeated the entire carriage. Even if they left, her innocence might not be clear... Otherwise, she was not a good person, so why would she stop the bleeding of an unknown thief?

The young man was stunned and figured it out. But the sick young man was still able to laugh and said sincerely: "Thank you very much."

"Three girls..."

Yimei looked at Nangong Yue as if she was about to cry, and tried to crawl to her side, but as soon as she moved, the young man's sword pointed at her. "Don't move!"

Of course Nangong Yue knew that the longer these two people stayed here, the worse it would be for her, so she said without turning around: "You should know that I will not report you. What do you want?"

As soon as the young man saw Nangong Yue's dress, he knew that she was a lady, and her reputation might be more important to her than her life, but the young master's life was too important, and there must not be any mistakes... He was still hesitating. , and saw the young master nodding towards him.

The young man no longer hesitated and said softly: "Send us to Qingyue Tea House in the east of the city." As he spoke, the tip of his sword moved closer to Yimei, with a sharp light in his eyes, "Otherwise, I'll kill her."

His last words were extremely cold, and his voice seemed to contain thousands of sharp swords. It was so chilling that it gripped the soul.

Yimei shrank, but still said bravely: "Third girl, don't listen..."

The young man did not speak, but just brought the tip of the sword closer to Yimei... Seeing this, Nangong Yue hurriedly said: "Don't hurt her. I will help you." She looked at Yimei steadily and comforted her again. , "Yimei, listen to him and we will be fine."

Yimei seemed to get strength from her, calmed down a little, took a deep breath, and raised her voice: "Uncle Laifu, the third girl wants to buy some tea for the second master, please take us to the east of the city. Qingyue Tea House."

The coachman responded, then turned the carriage around and drove towards the east of the city.

After that, there was no more sound in the carriage, except for the sound of the wheels running over the ground and the crackle of the driver's whip.

Halfway through, the masked boy's face suddenly changed and his voice became tense, "Let the coachman speed up!"

Nangong Yue frowned and immediately thought of a possibility, "Is the Jin Yiwei chasing me?"

She obviously guessed correctly. The masked boy narrowed his sharp eyes, and the murderous aura that had been restrained was released in an instant. She was so frightened that Yimei's legs went weak and she almost fell down.

"You can't speed up, it's too conspicuous." Nangong Yue quickly added, "Our interests are aligned now. If you and your friends want to get away, you'd better listen to me!"

The young man stared at her non-stop, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her soul, but Nangong Yue did not flinch, and the sick man sighed helplessly...

After a while, the sound of horse hooves from behind got closer and louder, accompanied by the overbearing and fierce shouts of Jin Yiwei: "Stop the carriage in front of me!"

Although the coachman didn't know what was going on, he also knew that Jin Yiwei could not be easily offended, so he hurriedly slowed down the car. At the same time, the imperial guards had already chased after them on horseback, and in a few seconds they surrounded the carriage.

"Which family do you belong to?" The leading Jin Yiwei flicked his whip and asked arrogantly.

The driver was very nervous, but still replied: "I...we are from Nangong Mansion."

"It turns out they are Master Nangong's family." The leading Jin Yiwei said in a scornful tone, "The Jin Yiwei is on duty, and now we want to search your carriage."

"Several adults, the only people sitting inside are..." The coachman tried to stop him, but his words were so weak. As he spoke, a guard in imperial robes roughly opened the curtain of the carriage.