892 Assassination
"It's you, Brother Lin, are you also here to see the fun?"
The man in front of him, who looked like his father, looked at him in surprise, and put his left hand on his shoulder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Lin Xiaojin looked stunned and forgot what her eyes were doing.
Zhou Yunjin said with a smile: "Don't you remember me? That day, on the Wufeng Tower, we discussed poetry together. ā
It was a party after the autumn season, and the people who took the exam at that time all went, and Zhou Yunjin was surrounded in the middle and talked loudly, who still remembered him?
Lin Xiaojue's face remained unchanged, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Do you remember me?"
Zhou Yunjin said, "Remember, Brother Zhou's article is like an old gentleman I know, but I ...... with him By the way, let's be together for a while, I'll ......."
Before he could say the word "brother", Lin Xiaojin said, "Then you have to look at me better, but don't forget me." Interrupted Zhou Yunjin's words.
Zhou Yunjin blinked: "What do you remember, I haven't forgotten you, what do you mean?"
"Just don't forget me. ā
Lin Xiaojin suddenly grabbed his shoulders and leaned over, Zhou Yunjin was startled, looked down and saw that the white light on his cuffs flashed, and when he was on the side, he felt a pain in his ribs, and he stared in surprise: "You ......"
Lin Xiaojin said: "That old gentleman is Lin Shize, right? It is my father, how do you know that my articles are similar to him? Because he also guided you, but I am his son." ā
After speaking, without waiting for Zhou Yunjin to come back to his senses, he pulled back the dagger and sent it forward again.
Suddenly, there was a scream: "Kill ......"
Lin Xiaojin's wrist flicked.
Zhou Yunjin came back to his senses and pushed him violently, Lin Xiaojin didn't stand firm and took two steps back, Zhou Yunjin was behind him, and it was difficult to move an inch.
Then the crowd around them became chaotic and shouted, "Kill someone, kill someone." ā
It seemed that in an instant, Lin Xiaojin and Zhou Yunjin were separated by chaotic steps.
Through the gap between the shoulders of the two, Lin Xiaojin saw that Zhou Yunjin's wound was infused with blood, and his body was shrinking day by day, unwilling to grit his teeth, turned around and ran.
"Murder was made, people ran away. ā
"Don't step on it, don't step on it, you'll ...... to death"
"Don't move ......"
For a while, wolves cried and howled all around, and the chaotic scene was like a southern barbarian invasion.
Naturally, this chaos will alarm the Imperial City guards who are maintaining stability on both sides.
Zhou Jingzhi saw a black hat with a flash of white light in his hand, like a murder weapon, but the person was too far away from him, he was just pushed by someone, and then he looked up The hat could no longer be locked, it was crowded, it was the kind of hat that the peddlers and pawns would wear, where were there any other characteristics, and the target was missing from the crowd.
At this time, Zhou Jingzhi heard a cry for help from the direction of the teahouse in front of him: "It's Lin ...... Xie Yuan......"
"Princess...... Younger brother ......"
Vague but annoyed, the words that would instantly become clear fell into Zhou Jingzhi's ears.
Zhou Jing's heart trembled, wondering if it was Yunjin.
It just so happens that Yunjin is just around here.
The procession of the king of Han to welcome his relatives has long since gone away, and the pace of the people has stopped.
Zhou Jingzhi ignored the guards next to him, and rushed over with a yell: "Get out of the way, it's my brother, it's my little brother......"
He has scales and armor, and the people are already afraid of soldiers, and this kind of majestic soldiers are even more afraid, so they scream to make people find a way.
Zhou Jingzhi walked closer and saw that the thin figure was lying on the ground, his eyes were tight, and his slender and upturned eyelashes looked extremely clear in the sun, as if he was asleep.
But the surroundings were shockingly red, the red was terrifying, Zhou Jingzhi's head buzzed, and one leg knelt down in an instant.
The people around them let out a burst of exclamations.
Zhou Jingzhi stood up and pounced on him with a deep foot and a shallow foot: "Yunjin ......" He knelt beside his brother helplessly, his hands trembling to pick up his younger brother, but he didn't dare to touch any part of his younger brother's body.
"Yunjin, ......"
The voice had become less than his, more painful than the voices of the prisoners in hell.
At this time, a regretful voice said: "Let's find a doctor first, I don't know if I live or die." ā
"Won't die, won't die. Zhou Jingzhi's tears flowed when he heard the word death, and he muttered: "Looking for a doctor, sister, sister is a doctor, looking for sister." But I couldn't move.
He looked at the crowd: "You guys come to my sister, come to my sister." ā
Most people are silent.
Someone asked, "Who's your sister?" ā
"Princess Yong'an. Zhou Jingzhi regained some consciousness and said, "Yes, Zhou is a medical center, go to Zhou's medical hall and call my sister." ā
There was movement all around.
Zhou Jingzhi looked back at Yun Jin: "Yun Jin, wake up, ...... you"
The young man who fell in a pool of blood was motionless, and his good-looking facial features were slightly distorted, which showed that he had suffered before he fell.
Zhou Jingzhi fell to the ground: "Yun Jin, Yun Jin, the second brother doesn't dare to touch you, what should I do, what should I do?......"
A clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears: "This son, your brother is still angry, you help me hold him, and I will stop the bleeding for him first." ā
Zhou Jingzhi raised his head suddenly, raised his head in a shadow, and in front of him, a childish young man was stretching out his hand to him.
The young man is not tall, and he has a yellow face and thin muscles, so his eyes are particularly large, and his eyes are clear and friendly, like a mountain stream flowing slowly, which makes people feel close.
None of that mattered, though, he carried a leather medicine box behind him.
Zhou Jingzhi is very familiar with the style of this medicine box, and his sister also has one.
He grabbed the young man's arm: "Are you a doctor?"
The young man nodded: "My surname is Tang, I have studied medicine for two years, please believe me, I can help your brother stop the bleeding." ā
So what are you waiting for.
Zhou Jingzhi didn't have time to wipe his face, so he grabbed the young man surnamed Tang and squatted down: "Without further ado, you can help me save my brother." ā
Time passed little by little, and every moment seemed to be pulled out, like a sharp string, thin and late Zhou Jingzhi's nerves.
Until the young man surnamed Tang tied the medicine step in a knot, and his hand slowly fell.
Zhou Jingzhi's eyes were full of apprehension and looked at him: "My brother is okay, right?"
The young man shook his head and said, "It's just to stop the bleeding temporarily, and you can't move too much, and you can't wait until you find a way to completely stop the bleeding, but." He said apologetically: "My knowledge is limited, so I can only ask a master to help." ā
Zhou Jingzhi hurriedly called the people around him: "What about my sister, why hasn't my sister come yet?"
He couldn't care about his politeness and gratitude in a hurry, and only hoped that his sister would appear soon.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a robe walked out of the teahouse, followed by two small servants, carrying the door panel: "You are the second master of the Zhou family, right? We all know Her Royal Highness the princess, I don't know when she will arrive, so it is better to send the third master back to the hospital first." ā
The person who came was the shopkeeper in the teahouse, and he had a relationship with Lin Xiaojue's caravan, and the restaurant was opened in the capital, how could those dignitaries not remember that the other party was the famous Princess Yong'an.
Zhou Jingzhi is doing it, it is a matter of life and death of relatives, the whole person has no master, and now someone has arranged it for him, and after listening to it, he feels that it is reasonable, where is there no stop.
U-turn like pounding garlic: "Yes, send it back, listen to you." ā