The domestic guard is a little sweet

This bay red horse was originally a good horse for thousands of miles, and its temperament is the most docile on weekdays, but now it suddenly ran wildly for some reason.

Zhao Jin felt as if he was sitting on a bull, bouncing up and down.

He could only tightly hold on to the rein in his hand, like a boat on the horse's back, the whistling wind passed by his ears, making his face hurt.

Zhao Jin's horse riding skills are limited to being able to barely travel. Now that he is in this situation, his heart is so scared that his heart is going to fly.

Seeing the red horse jumping forward from the low bushes, Zhao Jin could no longer hold the reins in his hand, and fell directly from the horse's back.

He couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, hugged his head, and barely curled up into a ball to protect the fragile parts of his organs.

"master!"

Zhao Jin only heard a burst of exclamation, and one of them hugged him tightly, flipped in the air, and the two of them fell heavily on the grass next to them. The hillside was slightly steep, and the two of them couldn't control their descent Roll, the whole world is spinning, the sky and the grass are adjusted.

Zhao Jin was dizzy, he only felt that he was hugging the person he was squeezing, his arms were as firm as steel, he hugged himself in his arms, and tightly protected his head.

Zhao Jin clenched his teeth tightly and closed his eyes, but the world was spinning, making him dizzy for a while.

Suddenly, Zhao Jin felt a thud, as if he had bumped into something, and the two of them finally stopped.

Zhao Jin heard An Twelve's muffled snort, and then asked anxiously: "Master, how are you doing, master, is there any injury?"

Zhao Jin opened his eyes and wanted to say that he was fine, and went to check where An Twelve was injured, but felt starry in his eyes, nausea and dizziness.

He couldn't control it, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he pushed the person away, staggered and ran two steps, fell down on the grass next to him, and vomited it out, his ears buzzing.

"master!!!"

An Shier didn't care about his back, and hurriedly stepped forward to pat Zhao Jin's back, and pressed the tiger's mouth acupoint for him to relieve the dizziness.

The dark guard's dynamic vision has been trained to a certain extent, and he knows how uncomfortable it feels. Although he feels a little uncomfortable when he rolls down such a steep slope, it will be much better than ordinary people, and it will not affect his actions.

Perhaps pressing the acupoints helped, and Zhao Jin's dizziness finally subsided.

He leaned against An Twelve's body weakly, looked at An Twelve's handsome side face, scratched by grass blades, and looked at the grass clippings all over his body, and smiled for the rest of his life.

"My lord has been too unlucky recently. Tomorrow, I should find a Taoist temple to pay my respects and donate some sesame oil money. Why are things always going wrong?"

Dark Twelve helped Zhao Jin up, reached out and pinched his limb joints, and found nothing unusual, so he let out a long sigh of relief!

"The body of the master's daughter is blessed by blessings. But today the horse was startled. I'm afraid this matter is not simple. The bay red horse has been raised in the mansion since childhood, and it is the most obedient to train. I am afraid that someone has tampered with it."

Zhao Jin nodded. The previous generation had watched a lot of womb fighting dramas, so he knew there was something wrong without thinking about it.

Zhao Jin suddenly remembered that the two of them had bumped into something when they were rolling down the hillside before they stopped, and quickly grabbed An Twelve's wrist to check it up and down.

"Did you get hurt somewhere, did you bump into something just now, don't hold back, go and ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

Dark Twelve boldly held his wrist, and shook his head with a smile on his face.

"I hit my back just now, so I shouldn't have hurt my bones, just go back and apply some traumatic medicine."

Zhao Jin looked at the bay red horse running away in the distance, his eyes were gloomy.

People don't offend me, and I don't offend others. Now that someone is angry, if he doesn't do anything, the other party will think he is afraid.

"Don't worry, the master will definitely give you this tone."

At this moment, the guards of the palace also came over, and a dozen people quickly came to Zhao Jin's side, holding knives on guard everywhere.

"The subordinate is late, please punish the prince."

Zhao Jin was sore all over, so he waved his hands. Fortunately, Zhao Jin and An Shier were still a little dirty and didn't suffer any serious injuries.

It was spring hunting at this moment, and Zhao Jin didn't want to make a big fuss. After returning to the camp, with a gloomy face, he slapped the beads in his hand on the table and gave orders coldly.

"Find the bay red horse, and suppress all the slaves who are in charge of the master's trip today, and torture them severely."

"Yes."

The guards responded in unison, and walked out of Zhao Jin's tent aggressively. You must know that under the protection of several of them today, the prince had such a big incident. Fortunately, he was not injured, otherwise even if ten people died, I am afraid that they will not be able to escape the blame .

For the person who caused trouble and almost lost his job today, it can be said that he hated to the bottom of his heart, and everyone was gearing up to find the person behind the scenes.

The big tent became quiet again, and Sun He brought hot water and a bathtub. After the two of them washed up, they were about to check on An Twelve's injuries, when suddenly the servant beside the emperor came with an imperial physician.

The person who came was the eunuch next to the emperor, and Zhang Gui, the apprentice of the chief supervisor, immediately stepped forward to salute with an apologetic smile on his face when he saw Zhao Jin: "See you, my lord. Your Majesty learned that you were shocked today, so he specially ordered the slave to bring the imperial physician, and also brought There are many good medicines for golden sores and blood circulation in the palace."

In the whole world, there is no emperor who doesn't know what happened in Wangtu in this land, and Zhao Jin is not surprised.

"Thank you, Brother Huang! It can be said that when I was young, Brother Huang and I practiced riding and archery so hard, otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have to do something today."

Zhang Gui smiled all over his face: "My lord is a man of gold and jade, and God is free to bless the emperor and the empress dowager. I'm just worried. Seeing that my lord is healthy, this servant can go back and answer with confidence."

"I made my mother worry about me."

Zhao Jin smiled faintly, and glanced at Sun He next to him.

Sun He is also a clever ghost, followed Zhang Gui out of the big tent, took out a young purse from his arms, stuffed it in the opponent's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, this is a drink given by our master and son." You accept the tea money!"

Zhang Gui nodded the silver in his hand, shook the purse in his hand, smiled sincerely, and said humbly, "Thank you, my lord, for your reward!"

Although Zhang Gui was just an unqualified little eunuch next to the emperor, he had a special status. He was the apprentice of the chief executive by the emperor's side, and he was considered relatively close to the emperor.

It has always been said that the king of Hades is better than a little ghost, and a person like Zhang Gui is not just a little ghost in this palace.

Zhao Jin sent people away, so he asked the old doctor to look at the wounds on An Twelve's back.

After more than an hour now, the backside looks like a piece of green, which is quite scary.

Zhao Jin's heart ached so much that his eyes became even more gloomy.The old lady checked the injury carefully and pressed the bones, and then she let out a long sigh of relief and returned to Zhao Jin.

"Reporting to the lord, although the injury on this lord's body looks scary, it doesn't hurt the bones and it's not a serious problem, but it's a little bruised. The old man left some ointment for bruises and massaged every day to dredge the blood vessels. After two days Enough."

Hearing that the imperial physician said that there was nothing wrong with An Twelve, Zhao Jin felt relieved, rewarded the imperial physician with a small handful of golden melon seeds, and then sent him away.

Dark Twelve saw that Zhao Jin hadn't spoken much, and there was no smile on his face, and felt a little uneasy.

"Master, my subordinates are fine. This injury was common when I was learning martial arts."

Sitting at the table, Zhao Jin found it interesting to see An Twelve's anxious appearance, and patted the stool in front of him.

"come over."

Dark Twelve: "Yes."

An Twelve obediently sat on the Internet, Zhao Jin lifted her underwear and looked at the bruise and black scar, feeling a little distressed.

The emperor sent the good medicine for sores, and spread it evenly bit by bit. Thinking about the massage technique to open up the bruise, Zhao Jin said with some distress: "Be patient, this bruise needs to be massaged." Only when you open it can you get better quickly."

An Twelve nodded, with a little joy in his voice.

"Master, don't worry, the subordinates are not afraid of pain if they have rough skin and thick flesh, as long as the master is not injured."

Zhao Jin patted his intact arm angrily, rolled his eyes and said hummingly, "What's the matter, I'm not happy if you get hurt."

For some reason, hearing his master say this, An Twelve's heart seemed to have opened a pot of old wine, rich and fragrant, with a bit sour and sweet taste, an indescribable taste, only feeling warm in the heart Yes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but want to turn up. Fortunately, his back is facing his master at the moment, so he won't be rude.

Zhao Jin applied the golden sore medicine on An Shier here, and the guards there also reported back that it was the servant who was serving Zaohong Ma, who secretly took it down for Zaohong. Grumpy.

The guard who came to report looked at Zhao Jin, and said with some anxiety: "Master, the servant who waited on the bay red horse has committed suicide, but the servants found a scimitar in the stable, please take a look, master."

Zhao Jin took the scimitar. The scimitar was typical of the short blade held by northern barbarian warriors. The scabbard was full of jewels and gold ornaments, which looked very gorgeous, and it was obviously owned by the northern barbarian nobles.

With such obvious evidence presented, Zhao Jin did not believe it.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, casually threw the scimitar in his hand on the table next to him, and ordered lightly.

"The northern barbarians are not fools. It's really ridiculous to leave evidence after buying the people below. You send some people to investigate for me. Did all the people close to this servant suddenly have a lot of money in their hands, or that the family If there are any accidents and interactions with people, don’t startle the snake when you find out, and report it quickly.”

"Yes."

The guard knelt on one knee and took the order to leave.

After the guard left, An Twelve picked up the scimitar and pulled the cold blade away, inspected it carefully, and put the knife back into the scabbard again.

"Master, although the shape of this knife is the scimitar used by the nobles of the northern barbarians, it looks like it was forged by a blacksmith in the Central Plains."

Zhao Jin nodded: "I guess so, I'm curious about such a clumsy way of killing people with a knife, who has such a big enmity with this king."

Zhao Jin looked at the scimitar, and a sly look suddenly flashed in his beautiful phoenix eyes. He took the scimitar and smiled wickedly: "Of course, the muddier the water, the more interesting it is. Someone pretended to be a northern barbarian to assassinate this king. How can Prince Fabre not get involved?"