Changle and his party left the palace and went straight to the north of the city. They left the city gate and went straight to Baoen Temple.
"Miss, don't we inform young master Biao? In the future, if young master Biao finds out that the princess left the palace without notifying him, he will talk about the princess again," Xianglan said.
Changle made a temporary decision to go to Baoen Temple for a prayer meeting and did not inform Yuan Yunze.
Changle shook his head, "No, my cousin has just returned to the capital, and there are a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. Let's just go to Bao'en Temple to hold a prayer meeting. Nothing will happen. Besides, we brought Qiu Qian with them."
Qiu Qian and others were the bodyguards given to Changle by the emperor.
After the car drove for a while, Qiu Qian reported from outside the car: "Princess, there is the sound of fighting ahead!"
Changle lifted the curtain, poked his head out and looked outside. He listened carefully and vaguely heard the sound of swords striking each other.
Chang Le frowned slightly, "Is there something that we can't talk about? It's clear and sunny, and under the emperor's feet, swords are facing each other! Take a few people to see, don't cause any loss of life."
Qiu Qian bowed down and said to the coachman: "Stop, you guys, protect the princess! You guys come with me."
Changle retracted his head and sat calmly waiting for Qiu Qian's letter.
Xianglan looked out the window and asked worriedly: "Princess, have we met a desperado? I heard that this year has been a bad year, many places have lost their harvest, and many people have fled the famine in the capital recently...
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Changle looked at Xianglan and said: "My father always taught me to take one step at a time and take three steps to be prepared. It can be seen that my father always thinks deeply when doing things."
Daliang has had good weather in the past few years, so my father must have made adequate preparations and should be able to cope with this year's disaster."
Xianglan sincerely admired him and said: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming, is amazing!"
Changle said: "From now on, all expenses in our palace will be simplified. The saved property will be used to give away disasters.
Although we don’t save much, if everyone keeps things simple and gathers together, we can save a lot of things. It can also be considered as a small contribution to the disaster.”
Xianglan bowed and responded, "Okay! I'll take note of it."
"Princess, Second Young Master Ning was ambushed."
Qiu Qian came over with Ning Yu on his back. Before anyone arrived, he raised his voice and reported to Chang Le in the carriage.
"Whoa!" Chang Le then pulled open the curtain and asked eagerly: "Which Young Master Ning? Ning Yu?"
Qiu Qian replied: "Exactly! Young Master Ning Yuning, the elder brother of Miss Ning!"
Changle looked at the unconscious man lying on Qiu Qian's body, covered in blood, and said hurriedly: "How is he? Put him in the car first."
"There is still breath left!"
Qiu Qian walked over with Ning Yu on his back, and the guards beside him hurried over to help.
Changle looked around, "There are no shops in front of this place and no villages in the back..."
Qiu Qian took over and said, "It's too far back to the city. This place is much closer to Bao'en Temple. Send the people to the temple first."
Changle nodded and said: "Okay, let's go to the temple first. Who is the other party?"
Qiu Qian shook his head, "I don't know yet. He was wearing a mask and looked like a dead soldier. After seeing us going, six of them escaped, and the rest were all dead. No one was left alive!"
"I understand, where are the people around Mr. Ning?" Chang Le asked.
Qiu Qian turned around to take a look and said to Changle: "Here we come, he's seriously injured."
Chang Le looked up and saw three bloody people bowing towards Chang Le, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your helping hand."
Changle said: "You three should also get in the car and go to Baoen Temple to deal with your injuries first."
Qiao Yi leaned forward and said, "Yes! Thank you princess."
Changle said: "You're welcome, hurry up and get in the car. Qiu Qian, ask someone to find a doctor nearby, and at the same time send someone back to the city to ask for a doctor. By the way, take my name card to Guangmingtang on Jinshui Road and ask for Doctor Hu.
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Qiu Qian bowed and said, "Yes, I will make arrangements right now."
Chang Le and his party had just arrived at Bao'en Temple and had not yet settled in. The guard brought a doctor over and said, "Boss, this is Doctor Zhong, and his home is at the foot of the mountain."
Qiu Qian looked at Dr. Zhong and said, "Hello, please come with me."
Dr. Zhong followed Qiu Qian to the carriage. He lifted the curtain and saw Ning Yu, who looked like a bloody man. Dr. Zhong hurriedly waved his hands and said: "This man is too seriously injured. I can't treat him."
Changle frowned slightly and asked: "You are a doctor, you don't know how to simply treat wounds?"
Doctor Zhong bowed his hands and said: "Miss, this is not an ordinary wound. If it is not treated well, someone will die. I don't dare to touch it."
People's abilities vary, so Changle didn't want to embarrass anyone and asked, "Besides you, are there any other doctors around here?"
Doctor Zhong patted his head and said, "Oh, you have all arrived at Baoen Temple, why don't you ask Master Minghui to heal him?"
Changle didn’t know that Master Minghui was knowledgeable about medicine, “Master Minghui?”
"What are you still doing? Hurry up and ask Master Minghui for help. Master Minghui's medical skills are no worse than those of the doctors in the city's medical clinics." Doctor Zhong said.
Changle looked at Qiu Qian, who understood, and bowed and said, "I'm going to invite Master Minghui right now."
Qiao Yi said: "Thank you, Guard Qiu. Qiao Er has already gone to invite the master. Please Guard Qiu, please carry my father into the house first."
"Okay!" Qiu Qian ordered people to carry Ning Yu into the house.
Turning around, I saw Master Minghui and others rushing over. "Where is he? Where is he?"
Qiao Yi leaned forward and said: "In the house..."
Before Qiao Yi could finish speaking, Master Minghui passed him and went into the room.
Qiu Qian wanted to follow him in, but was blocked by several novice monks. "Donor, please stay. The master is treating Brother Ning. No one else can disturb him."
"Senior Brother Ning?" Qiu Qian asked.
The young novice monk leaned forward and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Ning is a lay disciple of Master."
Since Ning Yu is a disciple of Master Minghui, they don't have to worry.
Qiu Qian turned to Changle and asked, "Your Highness, shall we settle down first?"
Changle nodded and said: "You take them down to settle down first. I will stay here until the master comes out and ask about the situation of Second Young Master Ning. By the way, send someone to Minghui Lane to report to Miss Ning."
Qiu Qian bowed and said, "Okay, I understand."
Princess Changle waited for more than an hour before she saw Master Minghui come out of the room.
Changle stepped forward to greet him and said, "Master, how are you doing? How is Second Master Ning's injury?"
Master Minghui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is my good fortune that I can be saved by my benefactor. I would like to thank my benefactor here."
Don’t worry, the donor, I have already treated the apprentice’s wounds. When Dr. Hu arrives, he will prescribe a treatment prescription for the apprentice. After a few days, the apprentice will recover.”
Princess Changle nodded, "That's good. I've already sent someone to the city to inform Miss Ning."
Master Minghui leaned forward and said: "Amitabha, the donor is very considerate, thank you very much! Is the donor coming to the temple to hold a prayer meeting for the empress?"
Princess Changle bowed and said, "Yes, my mother has been ill recently. I came to the temple to ask the master to hold a prayer meeting for my mother. I hope that my mother can recover as soon as possible."
