Beauty Ecstasy: Love the slave is too ferocious

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However, they did not let their guard down.

After leaving the palace, without delay, several people immediately helped Huangfu Lian into the carriage, and drove overnight, leaving the capital at the fastest speed, and rushed to the suburb fifty miles away, where they temporarily stayed in Song Kingdom.

Huangfu Lian originally wanted to rest in the carriage and think about what to do next, but her subordinates did not allow him to be quiet, and opened the curtain every few minutes to check on his situation...

"This king has already said it's fine, you don't have to lift the curtain over and over again." Feeling that the curtain was lifted again, Huang Fulian frowned and said. [

When he was talking, he never opened his closed eyes, and he kept his eyes closed to rest his mind.

The thieves lifted the curtain and peeked in embarrassedly, and said, "The king... is already thirty miles away from the capital, and there are no pursuers behind. You should stop and let your husband see your wound."

Huangfulian did not respond.

Not only did he not respond, he even felt lazy when he opened his eyes to look at his followers.

Seeing him like this, the man outside the curtain had a very anxious expression on his face.

Huang Fulian refused to let the accompanying Taifu bandage the wound, which made them really worried——

Although the wounds on the king's hands were no longer bleeding, the bones were visible, and some fingers had been broken.

The accompanying husband said that if it is not dealt with earlier, I am afraid there will be sequelae...

But Wang refused treatment, even the simplest wound bandaging, and just let the wound be exposed to the air...

They were really worried, for fear that something might happen to the king, how would they explain it to the thousands of people in the capital?

Therefore, along the way, at the risk of provoking the king's anger, he went to check on his situation from time to time, hoping to find an opportunity to persuade the king to let the accompanying doctor bandage the wound.

Unexpectedly, the carriage had already driven for nearly thirty miles, and Wang still looked indifferent, and didn't care about the injury on his hand at all, as if his finger was broken, it was someone else...

The man outside the curtain sighed for a long time, and asked again unwillingly, "Wang, let the doctor show you the wound!"