Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 108

There were two people lying on their backs on the shore of the shallow blue pool water. The breeze was blowing, and the pool water was rippling at the bottom of the valley where the sun was not shining, with some broken white foam.

Not far away is a waterfall that seems to hang down from the sky. It flows straight down, the water is turbulent, and there is a huge sound, and the water splashes everywhere, staining the air at the bottom of the valley with a bit of humidity.

It was Feng Qingchi who woke up first, quietly opened a pair of clear and deep eyes, rubbed his forehead with his hands and slowly sat up straight, glanced at the surrounding scenery, the corners of his lips slightly raised a rather bitter arc.

After a long absence, I didn't expect to come to this valley again!

Seeing Yan Luo who was still in a coma, Feng Qing stood up and helped him go westward step by step.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, after crossing an inconspicuous tree barrier, a cave appeared in front of him. Feng Qingzhi walked in slowly with Yanluo supported.

At this time, at about Moshen's hour, the cliffs on both sides were towering, the sun could not reach the bottom of the valley, and the cave was not particularly bright, but everything inside could be vaguely seen.

The cave is very large and empty, with only a wooden bed, a wooden table and two wooden stools, and in another imperceptible corner, there is a narrow wooden cabinet, which can barely hold a few porcelain bowls and a few pairs of Wood chopsticks.

Feng Qingchi looked at everything in the cave quietly, his eyes were as deep as ink, which couldn't be melted away, and after a long silence, it turned into a low sigh, making it hard to hear any emotion.

He helped Yanluo to the side of the wooden bed, which was already covered with a thin layer of dust, blew it, and then wiped it with his own robe a few times before letting Yanluo lie on it.

Looking at the arrow wound on Yan Luo's abdomen, he frowned slightly.

He dug out a jug of wine under the wooden cabinet and placed it on the table with ease, then took out a fence from the other side, took a wooden basin in his hand, blocked the cave with the fence, and went to the place where he just woke up .

After washing his jet-black cloak, he filled a wooden basin with water and folded it back.

Back in the cave, put the wooden basin on the wooden table, set up a shelf and lit a fire, and put the cloak beside it to roast.

Walking to the side of the wooden bed, looking at the pale Yanluo, he washed a small dagger with the length of his index finger and a silver needle in his waist with strong wine, took off Yanluo's outer robe, and untied the blood-stopping mask. The silk cloth reveals a hideous wound, the arrow tail has been broken, but the arrow is still inside.

Take the arrow, disinfect the wound, and bandage the wound.

Although there are not all the tools here, it is still as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water in Feng Qingzhi.

About half an hour later, everything was dealt with, and the water in the wooden basin on the table was also stained red with blood, and half of the arrows were still in it.

He took off Yan Luo's half-wet and half-dry clothes, put the dried cloak underneath, let him lie on it, and left again with the wooden basin.

Feng Qing took a bath by the pool, washed the outer robes of the two of them, then put on their inner clothes, filled a basin of water back, and cleaned a porcelain bowl.

After returning, she saw that Yanluo's pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her face was no longer as pale as before, but flushed a little, with fine sweat constantly oozing from her forehead.Feng Qingzhi understood in her heart, Yanluo was injured, and then soaked in the pool for an unknown amount of time, she must have a fever now!

Probing his forehead, it was scorching hot.

Tear off a large piece from the hem of his clothes, and then tear it in half again, apply one piece with water on Yanluo's hot forehead, and wet the other piece with wine to wipe his body.

It was already an hour later when the temperature on his body dropped.

Remembering that Yanluo didn't like the smell of wine before, Feng Qingchi wiped it with clean water several times until he could no longer smell the smell of wine!

The mountains and forests are a little cool at night, and the evening wind blows, the humidity gradually turns into coldness, and the temperature drops a lot.

He covered Yan Luo with the two tunics that had been dried, and added some firewood.

Looking at the constantly beating fireworks in front of her deep eyes, her eyes were stained with the color of eternity, and her whole body exuded an indescribable depression and loneliness.

Yan Luo slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the scene in front of him, which made him a little distracted.

The woman next to the fire was only wearing a pale white underclothes, her delicate appearance was even more impressive under the firelight, but her dark eyes were unfocused and erratic.

Yan Luo supported the cloak under her body with her hands, but when she wanted to stand up, she touched the wound on her body and let out a "hiss".

Feng Qingchi came back to his senses in an instant, supported Yanluo and lay down again, "Why are you still hurting?"

"I want to drink water." Yan Luo's extremely beautiful eyes stared straight at Feng Qingchi, even though his voice was weak, there was still an unspeakable charm.

Feng Qingchi rolled his eyes at Yanluo, could he still get out of bed to get water in his current state?It was obvious that he made such a fuss because he saw her in a trance and it was hard for him to call her.

He took the porcelain bowl set aside, which contained a bowl of clear water.

"I've washed this bowl, so you can just make it!" Holding the bowl in one hand, he helped Yanluo up with the other.

Yan Luo didn't mind at all, and took a few sips.

Royal Palace.

Zi Yuehen and Lan Yu were discussing something in the hall when a man in black quietly landed in the hall, bowed to the two of them, and said coldly and staidly: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Yan was injured and disappeared."

"Missing?" Zi Yuehen changed the laziness on his face, although his eyes were still gentle, but there was an undisguised coldness in them.

"Prime Minister Yan was assassinated when he was passing through the Yixian Valley. He was shot by an arrow and his whereabouts are unknown. Jun Ming mobilized the Thousand Shadow Guards to search for Prime Minister Yan. A man in black was missing with him, and there were other A group of people are looking for them too."

Zi Yuehen and Lan Yu looked at each other, and they both saw the same message in each other's eyes.

"Send someone to look for Yanluo, and then send him back to the imperial capital." Zi Yuehen ordered, looking at the dark night outside.

"Yes." The next moment after the sound fell, he left as quietly as when he came.

Zi Yuehen's fair and slender hands tapped on the table in front of him repeatedly, and his long and narrow eyes fell on Lan Yu, "Who do you think would want to kill Yanluo?"

Lan Yu's face is still green and immature, but the indifference on the face is like ice, and he opened his lips and said three words coldly, "Yu Wangye." There are many people who want to kill Yanluo, but they have the ability to find out His whereabouts and quietly laying in ambush in a valley, there will be no one else but him.

Ziyu, Ziyuehen's second emperor's uncle, and...that person are siblings from the same mother.An indescribable depth flashed in Lan Yu's icy eyes, she didn't look at Ziyuehen again, but turned her head to look at the deep night outside.

When the late emperor passed away, he was the main person who opposed Zi Yuehen's succession to the throne. However, as her own sister, she chose to help her young nephew at that time, and even turned against him.

Zi Yuehen's gentle brows and eyes also became a little bit more predictable, and he said calmly: "Ten years ago, because of the blood relationship, I didn't kill him hard, but I didn't expect to give him time to breathe!"

"Then what are you going to do now? His power these years cannot be underestimated!" Zi Yu's fact that he has been in the fiefdom for decades without any movement is enough to show that he is an extremely tolerant person, and his strategic talent is also rare After ten years of keeping a low profile, I must have come prepared this time.

"Isn't there still Sixth Emperor Uncle?" Zi Yuehen smiled lightly, a fox-like gleam glowed in his warm and jade-like eyes.His sixth emperor uncle is not a master of peace.

Seeing Zi Yuehen like this, Lan Yu knew that he must be plotting something again, so he folded his arms around his chest and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)