Chapter 352 The Princess who refused to marry 21
Seeing the prince's outstretched hand, he must have grabbed her arm.
Xi Ning was heartbroken, stared at the prince, and shouted loudly: "Brother, do you hear that? Save the second brother first, listen to me!"
The prince was stunned for a moment, only hesitated, and in a flash of lightning, he grabbed the second prince's wrist.
"No!" The second prince was anxious.
Seeing the second prince holding on to the little princess's arm, the prince became anxious. He glared and roared: "Let go!" If he didn't let go, he would die.
The eldest brother, who was almost never harsh towards others, yelled, and the second prince was so frightened that he loosened his grip. When he realized what he was doing, he had already been pulled onto the prince's horse, while the little princess was still on the crazy carriage.
"Eleventh sister, eleventh sister!" The second prince was so anxious that he almost cried: "Save her quickly!"
Several shadows around him rushed forward. It was the third prince, the fourth prince and the groom on horseback, rushing to rescue him.
"Get off!" The prince threw the second prince off the horse, clamped his legs, whipped the horse hard, and caught up again.
The second prince jumped behind: "I want a horse! Who will give me a horse?"
Xi Ning held on tightly, in the car that was shaking like an eight-magnitude earthquake, she really wanted to cry without tears... Mo Ming, you are a ghost system, a stinky system, I told you not to tell me, if I can go back alive, I will definitely rub you They grow flat and in various shapes. Help...
The third prince was very good at riding. He arrived first and stretched out his hand to her: "Eleventh sister, hurry up!"
The carriage was on its last legs. After the wheels rotated at high speed, it began to scream before it collapsed.
Xining tried hard to reach out, but the speed was too fast. The third prince was only 9 years old, and no matter how good his riding skills were, he was not as good as the prince. Both of their arms were not long enough, and their hands could not touch each other.
And the fatal thing happened again! A figure appeared in front of him, it was Akhenaten!
What does this kid want to do standing in the middle of the road?
I saw him spreading his arms and closing his eyes...
Does this kid want to use his flesh and blood to block the rolling chariot?
Oh my God, Akhenaten, who can't even ride a horse, is also joining in the fun. Please save her!
The horse pulling the chariot was already frothing from running, but it still ran like crazy with red eyes.
Xining glanced back. The prince and several people were riding horses, ten meters away, beating the horses desperately, trying hard to catch up. Less than four hundred meters ahead, Akhenaten was about to "sacrifice" himself for his master in advance!
If you jump off a carriage traveling at high speed, the inertia will cause your body to continue moving in the direction of motion, causing it to rub and roll on the sandy ground, which will definitely feel unpleasant.
But that’s all!
She shouted towards the back: "Get out of the way, everyone!" She didn't want a few more horse hoof prints on the body.
"No~" The third prince seemed to know what she was thinking, and immediately shouted anxiously: "Don't jump! Please, don't jump, there will be a way."
If he doesn't jump, Akhenaten will die!
Suddenly her eyes were attracted to the haystack in front of her. It was the fodder for the horses to eat at night. It was all piled here and had not been transported in yet.
But there is still a certain distance from the runway. If the jump is not in place, it is still over.
We are less than fifty meters away from Akhenaten, so fight!
If you break your leg, you don't have to worry about marrying the prince or other princes.
She carefully tried to move to a suitable position, but the people following her suddenly screamed in fright, asking the little princess not to jump. He also spontaneously got out of the way, otherwise his horse's hoof would step on the little princess, which would be a death penalty. The little princess seeks her own death, and being trampled to death by her own horse are two different things.
When the carriage flew past the haystack, Xining gritted his teeth and threw himself towards the haystack amid exclamations of surprise.
"Ah~" It's over, the distance is not there, the haystack is too far away. After falling heavily to the ground, the inertia carried her forward. Fortunately, the direction was to the right. After turning upside down twice, she plunged into the haystack with a "pop".
My eyes were dark and my whole body hurt...
"Eleventh sister, sister, your highness the princess..." She was dug out of the haystack in a hurry.
"Don't touch her!" The prince's roaring voice was as vague as a membrane. This is right. If you don't know whether the bones are broken or whether the internal organs are bleeding, you should not touch the injured.
It suddenly became quiet. After a brief period of calm, they started to say in confusion: "Go and call the witch doctor quickly...notify His Majesty the Pharaoh...bring water...bring the sedan here..."
Xining was lying on the bed. After seeing it, a group of witch doctors went outside to pray for blessings and prepare medicine.
Nakhat ran all the way after hearing the news, his head covered with sweat. I was extremely distressed to hear that the little princess had dislocated her arm and had multiple skin injuries on her body.
But Xining breathed a sigh of relief. He was not injured at all and had no fractures. Otherwise, given the current medical conditions, he would have died.
But the position of the little princess's dislocated arm made many witch doctors worried.
A witch doctor said cautiously: "Repositioning is very painful, and the little princess may not be able to bear it." She had to wait for myrrh, which can produce anesthesia, to be repositioned.
Xining secretly contacted Mo Ming: "How are you, are you happy?"
Mo Ming: "Fortunately! You found this yourself. You know what I would rather see."
Kill ten people, right?
"I know!" Xining raised an eyebrow: "Does it hurt if your arm is dislocated?"
Mo Ming looked indifferent: "Yeah!"
"Quickly tell me, how can this situation be corrected?"
"I can tell you, but you can save me the pain by saying it." Mo Ming seemed to be interested.
"Okay, I'll spare you the pain this time." Xining always felt that when the medicine came, took it, and took effect, his arm would be almost gone. Now his shoulder is swollen.
While waiting for myrrh, I saw the little princess standing up with support on her body.
Nakhat watched the little princess stand up in surprise: "What's wrong?"
Xining limped to the door, his knees were worn out, and the wounds hurt with every step he took.
Standing outside the door were four princes and a group of princesses and princesses who came after hearing the news.
Your mother's... Xining followed the method and put his slumped shoulder against the door frame and slammed it.
With a "click", the dislocated arm returned to the bone groove again.
"Yeah!" It hurt so much that she groaned even though she clenched her teeth, and sweat poured down her cheeks.
Everyone... was shocked...
Holding on to the door frame, she waited for the blackness in front of her eyes to fade away. She gasped weakly and tried her arm slightly. Yes, although it hurt a little, her arm recovered in just a moment. From now on, you just need to take care of it slowly, and you can't dislocate it again.
"Your Highness Princess!" Duya came over to help her, her voice trembling. But her eyes were bright. The little princess was really cruel. Looking at the princes, princesses and princesses outside, they were all shocked. Who else would dare to bully the little princess in the future?
Nakhat was also stunned, then turned to look at the witch doctor, and said seriously and majestically: "Princess Suritaramon is the daughter of God."
It means that God is supreme, and the royal family can endure this pain. After speaking, he raised his noble head, and the goatee on his chin was raised.
The witch doctor was so surprised that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he could only say good things. The little princess was only 8 years old, and she took the position rashly. If she cried out in pain, the Pharaoh would not feed her to the crocodiles.
(End of chapter)