Tian's little cook

Chapter 648
The two continued to walk forward, and when they passed an intersection, a tall carriage suddenly broke out, and pedestrians on the road gave way one after another.

Lin Zhimo was also taken aback. Fortunately, Jinghong reacted in time and immediately pulled her to the side of the road without causing any damage.

But several other passers-by who didn't evade in time were caught under the carriage, and two of them were trampled by the horse's hoof.

The carriage was forced to stop, and then a group of guards following the carriage drove the onlookers aside, "Go, don't get in the way."

The injured people were still moaning under the carriage. The people with them tried to help them up, but they were kicked away by the guards, "Get out, who told you to approach, do you know who is sitting inside?"

"Damn it." Lin Zhimo became angry when he saw it, and wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Jing Hong: "Miss Lin, this is Huang Furui's carriage."

Lin Zhimo stopped and looked at the tall and gorgeous carriage beside him, "Is the person inside Huangfurui?"

Jing Hong nodded, signaling her not to make a move, "We can't go."

"Then what should they do?" Lin Zhimo asked anxiously.

Jing Hong couldn't help it either, they couldn't directly confront Huang Furui.

At this time, a middle-aged man jumped out of the carriage, dressed like a housekeeper, and said arrogantly: "Hurry up and get out, delaying the second prince's handling of political affairs, can you bear it?"

The one who was hit by the carriage heard that Huang Furui was sitting inside, even if there was a lot of hatred, he didn't dare to vent ~ even if there was a little bit of dissatisfaction, the people around him didn't dare to step forward to help.

The man also disliked their slow movement and beckoned to the guards to lift them up by the side of the road, which aggravated the injury.

Some blood stains were stained on the carriage wheel, the man took out the best silk and wiped the blood quickly and carefully.

In his eyes, the lives of these people are not important, not even compared to the wheels.

The more Lin Zhimo looked at it, the angrier he became, and he wished he could rush up and beat these people up.

After the man wiped the blood, he couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked the bleeding man, and put the silk handkerchief beside him, "I'm so unlucky to meet you untouchables, take the money and get out of here."

As he said that, the man grabbed a handful of broken silver from his body, which was still on the ground like alms, then nodded and bowed and got into the carriage, letting the driver continue to drive.

When the guards and the carriage left, Lin Zhimo immediately stepped forward to check the injured person.

Everyone picked up the broken silver and sent the person in their hands to a nearby medical center.

Jing Hong also carried a wounded person on his back and sent him over, with Lin Zhimo following him.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor saw that there were so many wounded, so he asked, "What happened? Why are so many people injured?"

"Just now we were walking well on the road, but we were stepped on by the second prince's carriage and beat and scolded us." One of the injured said angrily.

Because no one else was around now, they dared to release the anger they had held back just now.

After Lang Zhong heard this, he sighed, "I think we need to put up a sign at the intersection in the future, so that everyone can check if there is a carriage passing by before passing, otherwise there will only be more and more people on hand."

Lin Zhimo asked him curiously why he said that, and the doctor replied: "This is the third time this kind of thing happened, and the first two times someone was hit by the second prince's carriage."

Another person went on to say, "The second prince's palace is nearby. Horse-drawn carriages often run amok on the road. The intersection is the most dangerous place."

"The bad things he has done are not less than one or two." The wounded who was sent by Jinghong were very angry.

(End of this chapter)