Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag - Chapter 2016

Wait for Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming to rush over.

Seeing the front, Natu has already got off the horse.

On the back of her hand, there was a shocking bloodstain.

Natu frowned and hissed softly, “I was accidentally scratched by a branch sticking out horizontally.”

She turned to look at the Twelfth Prince: “Thank you so much for reaching out to me in time, are you alright?”

Because the speed of the horse was too fast, the Twelfth Prince directly stretched out his hand, grabbed Natu’s whip, and grabbed her violently.

Otherwise, the branch that suddenly grew out would not only cut through her raised palm.

More likely to cut her neck, or even her cheeks.

This is very dangerous!

Gu Ziyan lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his left hand, the blood stained by the whip marks.

He shook his hand and said calmly, “No problem, but the forest is always full of unknown dangers. Even in horse racing, Princess Natu should be more careful.”

Natu nodded: “Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention next time.”

Gu Nuo’er hurriedly stepped forward and took out the spare wound medicine from her arms.

“Twelve brother and Natu sister’s hands, let’s deal with them first.”

At this time, Ming Qi took a handful of herbs and walked out from the grass next to him.

“The twelfth prince can’t use that medicine, so let’s use mine.”

Everyone looked at Ming Qi.

It turned out that Ming Qi went to the neighborhood to find a suitable hemostatic herb right away.

Gu Nuoer glanced at the herbal medicine, which had the effect of stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis, so she did not stop it.

Ye Siming took out the kettle on the horse’s back, and cleaned the blood and dust on their hands first.

Mingqi wanted to give Natu medicine first, but Natu said, “In order to save me, the twelfth prince has a serious injury on his hand. You go and take a look at him first.”

Therefore, Ming Qi had no choice but to walk in front of the Twelfth Prince.

At this moment, Gu Ziyan’s expression was not as calm and calm as before.

There was a deep suspicion in his deep eyes.

While Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming went to check on Natu’s injuries.

The twelfth prince couldn’t help but ask: “Ming Qi, why do you know that I can’t use the wound medicine?”

He has rejected this hemostatic powder since he was a child, because after using it, although it can stop the bleeding, there will be red rashes on his arms and face.

For each injury, only fresh herbs can be ground into juice and applied to the wound.

But this is a secret, even the closest sister Gu Nuoer doesn’t know.

The only one who knows is his younger brother, the Thirteenth Prince.

Ming Qi made a move.

He smiled calmly: “His Twelfth Highness is joking, I just know that this hemostatic herb is more effective in reducing swelling and removing blood stasis. It’s not that there is any problem with the powder, and I don’t know that His Highness can’t use it.”

Gu Ziyan frowned suspiciously.

Is that true?

Is he just misunderstood?

Gu Ziyan lowered his head at this moment, and saw a small mole on Ming Qi’s right wrist.

He hadn’t paid much attention to this face before, but now seeing this mole, his pupils suddenly tightened.

Gu Ziyan grabbed his wrist suddenly: “Why do you have a mole growing here?”

Ming Qi glanced down, his expression still calm.

“His Twelfth Highness, this mole has been with me since I was a child. Is there anything abnormal?”

Gu Ziyan was stunned for his open and undisguised questioning.

Gu Ziyan calmed down his boiling heart.

He pursed his thin lips and his pupils were bright: “I have a younger brother, like you, who has a mole here.”