Beiming Shaoxi fell to the ground, and every breath he took was like a dying beast, thick and deep.
After a long time, he struggled up from the ground, like a rickety old man, and walked back to the living room while holding on to the wall.
Blood dripped down the corners of his clothes, and his whole body was covered in wounds.
When Nurse Polty saw this, she was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound...
No servant dared to touch Ji An'an, who lay still bleeding.
Beiming Shaoxi stood beside the bed, covered with thick shadows.
"Young Master, your injury..."
"Get out of here"
His voice vibrated from his throat, torn and broken.
The servants and doctors who were crowded in the room were so frightened that they evacuated immediately.
Beiming Shaoxi reached out and picked her up, holding her tightly in his arms, so out of control that he wanted to crush her into his arms.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his shoulders trembling slightly.
That night, the servant guarding the door heard a strange sound, like the mournful cry of some kind of beast.
Normal people will have a few lines when they cry, but the young master has none at all.
That suppressed, roaring sound sounded very penetrating.
"The eldest young master and the second young master are both crying..." Nanny Bolti cried, "I don't know what's wrong with that young mistress. She is injured. Are the two young masters so sad?"
Beiming Shilan doesn't understand even more.
Ji An'an caused chaos in Beiming Manor, like a graveyard in hell, completely silent.
…
to early morning.
Ji Anan's throat was dry and painful, like a knife slicing his throat.
"Water..." she shouted vaguely and moved her little body.
My whole body was in great pain from being crushed, as if I was being crushed by a huge meat pie and was unable to turn over.
The hands holding him tightly moved, and Beiming Shaoxi suddenly woke up.
Beiming Yechen sat on the sofa and stayed with her all night.
He reacted the fastest. He handed the water over to him with big swollen eyes: "Here comes the water, drink it!"
Beiming Shaoxi half-lifted Ji Anan to sit down, and handed the water glass to her lips, where she drank eagerly.
Only then did **oss’s eyes focus.
After Bei Mingyechen finished feeding him water, he immediately pressed the service bell and summoned the doctor to come in.
When the shoulder injury was re-bandaged with medicine, I saw that her wound was indented, but it was not very deep.
Beiming Shaoxi frowned, his intelligence was on the line, and he asked in a hoarse voice.
Weir told him that the Tibetan Mastiff was killed immediately as he ordered, but what they sent into the Tibetan Mastiff's mouth was antelope bones.
Ji Anan was slightly injured, but not seriously.
After the incident, they told Beiming Shaoxi countless times
Those are not the flesh and bones of the young mistress!
But the eldest young master seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, his eyes were empty and he couldn't hear a word.
No doctor could separate them, so he had to tear off the clothes on Ji Anan's shoulders, bandage her with medicine and give her an injection on the spot.
"Where did the antelope bones come from?" Beiming Shaoxi was horrified thinking about the bloody scene.
"We reconstructed the scene of the incident and speculated..."
"Little country girl, are you awake? It's me!" Bei Mingyechen waved his hand, looking haggard.
Ji Anan was lying on the bed, his chaotic eyes wandering, looking past Beiming Yechen, and landing on his face.
The eldest young master had a tense face, pushed the doctor aside and leaned closer, staring at her nervously: "Are you awake?"
Ji Anan pursed his lips, and all the strength in his body rushed into the palm of his hand, and he raised his hand and slapped him in the face.