The lumbar vertebrae are broken, and he will have to use a wheelchair from now on. This is only if Jia Rong can use a wheelchair, otherwise he will have to lie down for the rest of his life.
In addition, a hand and a foot were also broken, and the internal organs were also damaged to a certain extent. It can be said that the injuries were serious.
Even Jia Rong had to lament that Jia Zhen was really unlucky.
An injury like falling down the stairs would usually result in a concussion and broken hands and feet at most, but would not be serious enough to even damage the internal organs.
All we can say is that Jia Zhen is really unlucky this time!
"Master, you can't leave. How will I explain to my grandmother and grandfather if you leave?"
A sudden wailing made the originally noisy environment suddenly become quiet.
Everyone looked at Jia Rong, who was wailing on Jia Zhen, and their hearts sank suddenly.
Could it be that the head of the Ning Mansion, Jia Zhen, died?
Thinking of this, all the onlookers could not help but feel uneasy.
If Jia Zhen really dies, the onlookers like them won't be able to get back to her at that time.
Although it will not affect them themselves or the interests of the family behind them, the invisible impact in all aspects is not small.
Fortunately, Jia Zhen, who was in a coma at this time, seemed to have been touched by a wound, and couldn't help but let out a shrill wail, which immediately restored the quiet atmosphere to normal.
But in the next moment, the crowd that was originally watching was reduced by less than half.
"Come up, come up, don't let Jia Zhen run away, you dare to pretend to be dead!"
At this time, a twelve-year-old boy leaned out from the railing on the second floor of the largest brothel in the capital, pointed at where Jia Zhen and Jia Rong were, and shouted loudly.
Damn it!
Jia Rong, who had not planned to hurt anyone at first, without saying a word, snatched the long stick from the nurse beside him and threw it away.
The long stick drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and amid the exclamations of many of the palace guards, it hit the prince's waist without any hesitation.
The guy who was showing off his power just now screamed and turned over.
Ignoring the chaos on the second floor of the brothel, he directly called to the nursing staff around him and forcibly cleared the way to leave.
That stick just now was quite sinister. If Prince Zhongshun's son didn't know how to control himself at a young age, he would have been waiting to become a living eunuch when he was about fifteen years old.
Anyway, with his method, there won't be any scars on the outside. Even if Prince Zhongshun wants to blame him, he can't blame him.
However, the uneasiness in his heart did not dissipate as he led people to rescue Jia Zhen and quickly left the scene of the accident. Instead, it became stronger.
Um?
call out!
Just when Ning Mansion and his party were about to leave the No. 1 brothel in the capital, an arrow suddenly flew out of the dark night.
From the sharp whistling sound, you will know that the arrow was shot by a strong bow.
"Master, be careful!"
Most of the guards around me had battlefield experience. When they heard the sharp roar, their expressions suddenly changed and they hurriedly spoke to remind them.
snort!
Jia Rong snorted coldly and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the arrow shot by lightning in his hand.
The arrow has a strong residual energy, and the arrow feathers are constantly vibrating and buzzing.
Ignoring the burning pain in the palm of his hand, he took out the waist knife with his other hand and threw it out, aiming at the direction from which the hidden arrow came.
The waist knife flew straight out and disappeared into the night.
The next moment, a shrill wail came from three hundred steps away, and the sound of the advanced wail disappeared.
Damn, he's so well-trained, I guess he has something to do with Prince Zhongshun's palace.
"Let's go back home quickly!"
Glancing briefly at the stunned nursing home in Fuzhong, Jia Rong waved his hand and immediately moved forward.
The curfew in Beijing is quite strict!
Of course, Ningfu Nursing Home has its own ways to deal with the patrols encountered on the road.
They are all members of the Wucheng Army and Horses Division, and the Wucheng Army and Horse Division happens to be in the hands of the founders of the country. As long as the reasons are reasonable, it will naturally be unimpeded.
By the time we returned to Ning Mansion, it was almost the first watch.
At this time, the entire front yard of Ning Mansion was brightly lit.
After entering the door, a servant sent a message to Jia Rong. Mrs. Zhao knew the news and was waiting in Ning'an Hall!
Without saying a word, Jia Rong directly ordered Jia Fu, the chief steward who hurried over, to ask the imperial doctor to take the master's post immediately.
Then he and Jia Qiang, who was still in shock, came to Ning'an Hall.
The atmosphere in Ning'antang was solemn, Mrs. Zhao and Youshi looked worried, and the maids and servants around them didn't even dare to take a breath.
Seeing Jia Rong and Jia Qiang striding through the door, Mrs. Zhao asked anxiously: "Brother Rong, what happened? Where is your master?"
"Grandma, I was fighting with the Crown Prince of Prince Zhongshun outside. As a result, I didn't control my anger and got into a fight. I was seriously injured!"
Jia Rong briefly explained the situation and said in a deep voice: "I have asked the chief steward to invite the imperial doctor. I believe the imperial doctor will come here soon!"
"So good!"
Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, then became dissatisfied and cursed: "This evil beast has been eating, drinking and having fun all day long, and now he has hit an iron plate, right?"
"Being jealous of a kid in his early 12s will make you look back!"
Once the worries are gone, shrewdness returns.
She has a relatively clear understanding of the top dignitaries in the capital and the situation in the palace, so she naturally knows the age of the crown prince of the Zhongshun family.
The more you think about it, the angrier it becomes, and naturally the words you say will not sound very good.
Sitting next to you, Mr. You's face turned green and red, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Grandma, it's not that simple!"
Jia Rong spoke at the right time and said in a deep voice: "On the way back, I was attacked secretly by an archer!"
"Obviously, someone has arranged this for a long time!"
"Brother Rong means that someone wants to kill you and Zhen'er?"
Mrs. Zhao's face changed drastically, and she immediately reacted, with a cold light shining in her eyes: "It seems that our Ning Mansion has been silent for too long, and we have been treated as a soft persimmon!"
"Grandma, this matter will definitely be a big deal!"
Jia Rong sneered: "Since the people behind the scenes dare to do it, they must bear the corresponding consequences. We must not make it easy for them!"
"If you have any ideas, just tell me!"
Mrs. Zhao was calmer than ever at this time, and looked at Jia Rong with eyes full of comfort and trust.
Obviously, Jia Rong's performance satisfied her.
If nothing else, compared to Jia Zhen, who is jealous of a 12-year-old child, she is more reliable no matter how you look at her.
"We'd better get things done and sit on the throne in the palace!"
Jia Rong directly revealed a vicious plan: "Let's just say that some people are unwilling to fail in the fight for the dragon. At this time, they are planning to carry out targeted elimination of the existence that hindered their rise to the top to quench their hatred!"
"Your idea is great!"
Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, with an inexplicable look on her face...