Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Jingsi nodded with difficulty.

"should be."

"Search!"

Cangyu wanted to issue an order, to see the person alive or the body dead, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

He was the first to rush to the river, and just as he was about to jump in, he was hugged tightly by Emperor Xiling.

"Cangyu, Cangyu, calm down, calm down. I'll send someone down to the river. You wait on the shore. Believe in her, believe that she is still alive."

"How can I calm down? She can't swim! She can't swim!"

Ling Xiao's hands froze.

Qianyou can’t swim?

Shouldn't it?

In his opinion, there is nothing this young woman can't do, right?

Cangyu looked at the soldiers around him jumping into the river like dumplings, fell to the ground weakly, and burst into tears with his head in his hands.

He didn't shed a single tear for his mother's death, but he kept saying the wrong thing for five whole years.

On the battlefield, he was like a tireless machine, and he was numb to the pain.

However, Qian You awakened his reborn heart, bringing more warmth and color to his cold life.

He was not only greedy for her beauty, it was also the only sustenance that made him feel alive.

It’s not that he can’t cry, it’s just that he has been suppressed for too long.

He was afraid, really afraid, afraid that this life would be nothing but a mirage.

If she had the choice again, where would she go?

Even if I gave up everything to find her, how would I know what choice she would make?

Emperor Xiling stiffly hugged Emperor Dongcang, who was on the verge of collapse.

The strange postures of the two people filled the ministers and soldiers who dared not approach with sadness, and they were all worried about Xiling's fate.

......

Qiao Mu woke up from a trance, spat out a few mouthfuls of muddy river water, and his head was still buzzing.

Where is he?

What is he doing?

When he saw the hairpin, he knew it was a mark left by Qian You, so he jumped into the river regardless of everything.

The rushing river water immediately rushed towards my body.

He swam hard, avoiding the reefs, and finally when he was exhausted, he closed his eyes that could no longer see anything, until he came here.

He struggled to stand up.

This should be a shallow area downstream. The river flows slowly here, leaving behind a few gurgling streams.

Qianyou, will Qianyou also be washed here?

His head suddenly exploded, and immediately every part of his limbs was filled with strength.

He stood up quickly, not caring about the wounds scratched by the reef, and looked around.

That is?

That is?

Are you alone?

Under several trees on the river bank a hundred meters away, there is a shape that has turned into red mud, blocking the way. It looks like a tree trunk or a human figure.

He rushed over, turned over, and used the clean water at hand to wash the mud off the man's face. He finally shouted loudly.

“Qianyou, Qianyou!”

The little person, Qian You, felt light and fluttering in Qiao Mu's arms. Her little hands slipped to the side, soft and without any temperature.

His mind went blank for a moment, and the world seemed to have lost its color.

What is he going to do?

What else can I do?

Qian You taught them emergency rescue and first aid for drowning people.

His mind began to buzz and he kept muttering to himself.

When they were young, Qian You tried to go into the water many times, but failed every time, so he taught him and Qiao Nan first aid methods for drowning.

She once said with a smile that maybe one day she could use this trick to save herself.

At that time, he hit her on the head with a smile to scare her and told her not to talk nonsense.

He quickly turned Qianyou over, face down, with her body resting on her legs, and hit her back hard, trying to get her to control the water.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Qianyou's mouth and nose, clearing the blocked sludge to keep her airway open, and tried hard to recall what to do next.

"Yes, the next step is CPR."

He tried hard to recall the key points of the movements that Qian You taught them, and began to untie Qian You's belt.

Qiao Mu knelt down beside Qian You, crossed his palms and placed them on her breasts, pressing hard, again and again, continuously.

The little man lying beneath him didn't react at all.

Qiumu tried desperately to recall the first aid methods, afraid that he had forgotten any key points, and sweat broke out on his forehead due to nervousness.

"Oh, and artificial respiration."

Qiao Mu tried hard to recall the details, tilted Qianyou's head back, took a deep breath, pinched Qianyou's nose with one hand, pried open her mouth with the other hand, and put his lips on it.

Artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation were alternating. Qiumu was like a robot, his movements kept changing frequency and he had completely lost the ability to think about other things.

......

In the hunting camp, after Cangyu vented his anger, he pushed away Xi Lingdi who was hugging him tightly, glanced at the crowded people upstream and downstream of the river, and stood up to return to the tent.

"Send a message back to the Dongcang Nanqi border barracks to prepare for battle. By the way, ask the envoys we arranged earlier where they are now."

Xiuzhu responded and went to make arrangements.

He was really afraid of his master's current state, as he looked like he was ready to eat someone.

Cangyu picked up his pen and wrote a letter. These seven words had been brewing for a long time and seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He whistled to attract the flying Black Hawk, rolled up the mailbox, and let it fly.

Qian You's life or death is uncertain, and he has to settle accounts with everyone here. How could anyone have the courage and life to touch his Qian You?

In the big tent, Emperor Xiling was furious.

"You haven't found out why wild wolves came out in packs to attack people? Are you all useless? We have held hunting festivals here for so many years, and there have never been packs of wild wolves. What else could it be if it's not man-made? Go check again!"

Ling Ji closed his mouth tightly, his facial muscles were stiff, and it was obvious that he was gritting his teeth, trying hard to suppress the trembling in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked quietly at his grandfather Gu Yuandong.

Although Prime Minister Gu's expression was cold, it was still natural. He probably didn't know that the culprit who caused this huge panic was none other than his own good son!

He kept thinking in his mind, how to resolve this deadlock?

Can Xiling withstand the wrath of the emperors of Dongcang and Nanqi?

Will he be implicated by his stupid sister next?

......

After Qiao Mu performed CPR and artificial respiration countless times, he suddenly heard Qian You cough lightly, and some muddy water overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

What a pity.

He was ecstatic.

Qiao Mu quickly felt Qian You's pulse. The weak pulsation meant that life was returning.

"Qian You, Qian You, are you awake?"

He looked at her anxiously, carefully holding her face and patting it gently.

Qian You felt like he had walked a very long way and was very tired, exhausted all over.

At this moment, she had just retreated from a strange yet familiar place, and was still savoring the experience.

She went to that white place again.

Unlike the last time she traveled at high speed, this time she could see clearly.

There are vast expanses of white fog with no visible boundaries, which makes people feel powerless and panic-stricken.