There were some things in dreams that Qin Jiaoxi didn't want to think about.
But the smile the young man gave before leaving just now seemed to tell her who he was.
And recalling the crazy look of the man in the dream who had rubbed him into his arms and almost torn him to pieces, Qin Jiaoxi wished he could completely erase this image from his mind.
Meng Yinqin held the man who was breathing disorderly, and before he entered the hall, he shouted in his heart: "Where is the man? Where is the Korean War!!"
This roar finally shocked Qin Jiaoxi back to his senses: "What, what is this place?"
Seeing that she was awake, Meng Yinqin breathed a sigh of relief: "Girl, this is the Regent's Palace. Don't be afraid. You are injured. Let the doctor take a look at your injury first!"
Then he lowered his head to look at her injury, and the next second he paused with a strange expression on his face: "Come here, there is no need to ask Dr. Han, let Axiu come over!"
The area where the girl's heart was bleeding was obviously slightly bulging, so it would be more appropriate to let Axiu deal with her injury.
But after thinking for a while, he said: "It's better to ask Dr. Han to come!"
What if this injury causes internal discomfort again, or causes her to have fever at night?
It’s better to take precautions in advance.
At this point, all the subordinates who had followed Meng Yinqin for more than twenty years were confused.
Each one expressed shock to each other with their eyes:
"Master... is so erratic today?"
"You must be flustered?"
"Perhaps you are confused?"
"None of the above is the point. Haven't you noticed that the master's words are particularly rich today?"
"Could it be that that... is really the eldest lady?"
The secret guards, who could not show up and make eye contact with their subordinates, could only secretly clench their fists to suppress the shock in their hearts.
Everyone is not blind. The girl's facial features and the master's are just like the same mold. So the question is, the master is already thirty but has never married. When did the master have such a big daughter?
Han Zhan, who was carrying the medicine box, just walked to the entrance of the lobby. He clearly felt the eyes flying around in the lobby of the Prince Regent's Palace. He exclaimed in surprise: "What happened today?"
So lively?
What did he miss?
Seeing that Han Zhan had arrived first, Meng Yinqin was not polite. He raised his head and gave him a glare: "Still stunned? No one was injured?"
Han Zhan said impatiently: "What's the rush? He's not dead yet! As long as he's still alive -"
His eyes fell on the person in Mengyin Qin's arms, and with a hiss, he suddenly understood what the glances of his subordinates were communicating.
"Who is this girl?"
Why are those eyebrows and eyebrows exactly the same as the man in front of me?
Qin Jiaoxi, who had calmed down at this moment, finally regained some sense.
The person in the dream would appear ten years later.
And today, that young man is sane and has martial arts skills, and can save her from the edge of a knife. How could he become the useless lunatic he was later?
Maybe the madman in the dream just looks a lot like Na Bo Jiming?
Then, Qin Jiaoxi finally remembered something more important: "Junlan...ah!"
As soon as his body moved, he realized that the cut in his heart was not shallow, and the pain was excruciating when he pulled it lightly.
Qin Jiaoxi was so painful that she burst into tears.
"do not move!"
Meng Yinqin couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and reached out to hold her down: "I have sent someone to invite your maid, and she will follow you soon!"
Qin Jiaoxi stared at him with tears in her eyes, remembering the purpose of going out today, and said with tears: "Dad, do you believe that I am your daughter?"
Hearing the sound of "Duang", Han Zhan's legs went weak and he fell to his knees on the ground.
