When Ai Qiaoqiao woke up again, she found herself lying in the carriage.

The wheels jolted, and her arm that was twisted by the wheels throbbed for a while.

"The girl is awake." There was a child's immature voice beside him.

Ai Qiaoqiao turned her face sideways, and beside her sat a little boy with a comb horn, with a round little face, red and fluttering, like a big apple.

He took a wet towel and put it over her forehead.

The carriage jolted again, and the sharp pain in her arm made her frown.

"Listen to the rain, you go outside and tell the wind to let him be steady." A pleasant male voice sounded, and she noticed that there was another person sitting in the car.

The man like the purple bell flower played with a white paper folding fan in his hand and ordered to take care of Ai Qiaoqiao's child.

It turned out that one of the two children was called Tingfeng and the other was Tingyu.

"Yes, Childe." The boy turned and went out.

The speed of the carriage slowed down.

Ai Qiaoqiao lay there looking at him, and was a little stunned for a while.

She was born in a small family, and the whole family made a living by pointing to the small restaurant opened by her father, and she was exposed to a lot of people and things since she was a child, but it was the first time she had seen a man like this.

The appearance is stunning, elegant and indifferent, revealing a little lazy.

Like a wispberry vine swaying in the wind, dancing with the wind, the fragrance is compelling.

Feeling her unconcealed gaze, the man opposite moved his eyebrows slightly unpleasantly.

Ai Qiaoqiao realized that his actions just now were a bit rude.

She is a girl, only thirteen, how can she stare directly at a man, and the person in front of her listens to the kind tone, but in fact, there is no temperature in his eyes at all.

Such a person is not the same kind of person as her at all.

Looking away, she said weakly: "Thank you for saving your life." ”

The man looked at her face and said, "Good courage." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao's expression was cramped, obviously the other party already knew that she was deliberately stopping the car, so that she was strangled by the wheel.

She had no choice, though.

Fortunately, the boy didn't ask her anything else, and Ai Qiaoqiao lay in the car and stayed half-asleep.

In her daze, she sensed several times that someone was trying to feed her mouth.

She still remembers the last time she was forcibly fed medicine, so she kept her mouth shut even in her sleep.

"Childe, the medicine can't be fed." Listening to the rain, the little boy looked embarrassed.

"Go get some chopsticks and pry her mouth open." The boy in purple leaned lazily behind the low table to read, without raising his head.

"I've tried, but I still can't feed it."

Ai Qiaoqiao's body was sore, and she faintly heard someone talking in her ear, and she opened her eyes slightly.

In her blurred vision, someone leaned over in front of her, holding a white porcelain bowl in her hand.

That night in the carriage, he was also fed an unknown drug.

No, I don't want to take that bowl of medicine......

In a trance, she seemed to hear her mother's low cry.

"Qiao'er, mother's Qiao'er......"

"Don't!" A scream rushed out of his mouth, and Ai Qiaoqiao raised his arms sharply.

Although her arm had little strength, the man holding the bowl was clearly defenseless, and the white porcelain bowl was spilled by her, splashing on the purple robe.

"I don't want to eat, I'm not sick...... I'm still alive, mother...... Don't leave me behind......" Ai Qiaoqiao cried out indistinctly.

The curtain of the car was raised, and the little boy who listened to the rain stuck his head in from outside.

"Childe?"

"Nothing."

The man sent the boy away, seemed to sigh, and took out a silver needle from the edge of the purple lotus's waist, and skillfully stabbed it at the side of Ai Qiaoqiao's neck.

Ai Qiaoqiao's body softened suddenly.

She was a little more sober, and after waving her arm just now, the bandaged wound oozed blood again, and cold sweat broke out on her head from the pain.

"See it clearly this time?" The man leaned over to look at her, "This is the antidote to the residual poison in your body, and if you eat it, you won't have a high fever anymore." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao's arm hurt so badly that she leaned sideways and tried to sit up, but failed, but she gritted her teeth, and finally half stood up and took the white porcelain bowl.

I drank it without hesitation.

The man watched her drink the medicine happily, without even frowning, even if the injury on her arm hurt again, she didn't even say a word during the whole process, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, revealing an unexpected expression.

She somehow brought back a distant and vague part of his memory.

"What's your name?" The man asked casually.

"Ai Qiaoqiao." Ai Qiaoqiao endured the pain in her arm and sat up straight, "Thank you Gongzi for the rescue, I don't know what Gongzi is called, I will repay the life-saving grace in the future." ”

"Repay?" The man retracted the silver needle to his waist expressionlessly, and Ai Qiaoqiao seemed to see a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Just when she thought that the other party would not answer her question, the man spoke quietly.

"The night is gone."

Ai Qiaoqiao froze.

The name of Night Death, she is too familiar.

I believe that even the royal family of Yanguo has heard of his name.

"You...... You are a three-needle lifesaver...... The miracle doctor died at night? ”