Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

"It was me who was wrong."

Seeing that Fu Ling's mood had stabilized slightly, Xie Zhao felt relieved, knowing that he was unwilling to get angry with him, so he joked in a serious manner: "Shall we go back to the river and do it again? This time I will definitely die." Hugging His Highness, crying and begging His Highness not to give up on me, so that you can't even leave me behind."

Still in the mood for a joke?

Fu Ling sneered, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on Xie Zhao's wound.

Xie Zhao's entire face immediately wrinkled into a bitter melon, exaggeratedly shouting: "Pain pain pain pain—"

Fu Ling laughed back angrily, and withdrew his hand: "I didn't press it down, why are you crying?"

Xie Zhao smiled: "I am making you happy."

Xie Zhao laughed heartlessly, but Fu Ling couldn't laugh at all.

He looked at Xie Zhao's paler face and bloodless lips than before, and wanted to say something, but something seemed to be choking him, making it impossible to say anything.

Fu Ling knew why Xie Zhao's leg was injured.

——The injury should have been caused by Fu Ling.

Fu Ling still can't figure out how Xie Zhao, who couldn't take care of himself, grabbed his arm and pulled it up at that moment, and then put it under his body, hurting himself in silence.

Fu Ling felt a little bored, thinking that Xie Zhao let him go first in the river just now, his mood was even more irritable.

Why did he take it upon himself to hurt him, and let him leave him to live alone?

Fu Ling wanted to say a lot.

I want to say Xie Zhao, stop laughing, I want to say whether Xie Zhao hurts, and I want to say why Xie Zhao, why did you get hurt for me.

But what I want to say more is actually Xie Zhao, is it worth it for you to do this.

He is nothing more than an abandoned proton, and there is no benefit in making friends with him because of his injury.

But Fu Ling couldn't say it.

An inexplicable emotion surged up, and my heart became sore and swollen.

Fu Ling didn't know what this emotion was, but he knew that it was caused by Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao is different from him.

Fu Ling suddenly understood this.

Silence spread for a moment.

Xie Zhao didn't know what Fu Ling was thinking, and thought that Fu Ling was disgusted with his loudness, and thought that the reason why the two of them encountered today's danger was because he was greedy for the vegetarian food of Lanyin Temple in the first place.

If he hadn't pulled Fu Ling out by himself, according to Fu Ling's personality of not going out for ten days and a half months, he would never have encountered such a thing.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhao felt that he was wrong, so he stopped laughing embarrassingly, and leaned quietly against the tree behind him with Fu Ling.

The sun is setting and the temperature is getting cooler.

Xie Zhao leaned against the tree, looked at the sky dyed red by the sunset, and listened to the sound of rushing water. Although he was not in good health, he was in an unexpectedly good mood.

He didn't speak, and Fu Ling also remained silent, looking at the sky like him, as if he was thinking about something, but also seemed to be simply lost in thought.

The two sat quietly until the sky darkened and the moon rose amidst the chirping of cicadas.

Obviously, the pain in his leg was getting stronger and stronger, but Xie Zhao suddenly felt a little funny.

So I really laughed out loud: "To tell you the truth, this may be the most embarrassing day for me in so many years."

He blinked, and the corners of his lips raised: "But because His Highness is by his side, I don't think it's broken to the bottom."

The clothes of the two of them had already been soaked in the water, and now they stuck to their bodies stickily, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Fu Ling rolled up his sleeves, got up slowly, and stood condescendingly in front of Xie Zhao, expressionless.

Xie Zhao lost his support and could only support the ground with his hands, looking up at him: "Where is Your Highness going?"

Fu Ling sneered, reached out and took off the fallen leaves that fell on Xie Zhao's shoulders, threatening him: "Let's leave you here while your leg is injured, so that you can regret not knowing people well, so that you can use your brains before sacrificing your life to save others. "

The words were cold, but the fingertips on his shoulders were gentle.

Xie Zhao bent his eyes and looked up at him.

He was sitting on the ground, his face was hard to see due to excessive blood loss, but his eyes were as clear as water.The radiance of the moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, and for no reason reflected a slight gentleness on his smile.

Xie Zhao gave him a trusting smile: "No matter where your highness goes, I will wait here for your highness to come back."

A firm tone.

Fu Ling didn't notice his stretched eyebrows.

He snorted softly: "People with limited mobility just wait here obediently and don't go anywhere."

Naturally, Fu Ling didn't really want to leave Xie Zhao here.

Under Xie Zhao's gaze, he picked up some twigs and grass and spread them on the ground, then found a hard wooden stick, put it between his palms, and began to dig wood for fire with a calm expression under Xie Zhao's gaze.

His movements were smooth, his expression calm, and his demeanor naturally revealed a bit of magnanimity. His posture was rather bluffing, which made Xie Zhao stunned for a while, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the wooden stick in Fu Ling's hand, looking expectant.

Neither of them carried a fire pocket on them. It would certainly be a good thing if they could start a fire in this ancient way.

After a flick of a finger, the fire did not start.

Xie Zhao thought: It must take time to drill wood to make fire, and it is not easy to do it overnight.

After a quarter of an hour, the fire did not start.

Xie Zhao thought: Is this wooden stick wet?Yes, they are by the river, it is normal for the stick to be a little wet, just wait a little longer.

After a stick of incense, the fire did not start.

Xie Zhao: ... Huozhezi is really a great invention!

An hour later, the fire still hadn't started.

Xie Zhao silently watched the third prince of Beiyan, who looked serious and showed no signs of impatience, who was still persistently trying to make a fire out of the drilled wood. He couldn't help but twitched his eyes, speechless.

The wounded Xie Zhao finally planned to be self-reliant, so he dragged his injured calf, took the wooden stick from the persistent Fu Ling, and tried to use the wooden stick to rub against the wood below to start a fire.

He just tried it casually, but he didn't know that the hard wooden stick that Fu Ling tortured for an hour actually lit a few sparks on the wood.

A moment of silence.

Xie Zhao: "...this thing still recognizes the owner."

Fu Ling: "... from now on, you must take Huozhezi with you when you go out."

The bright flames illuminated the faces of the two, and brought some warmth to the drenched two.

Xie Zhao pursed his dry lips and smiled, "It's been so long, and no one has found us." He asked, "Should we find a way to get out by ourselves?"

"It's best to stay here." Fu Ling threw a twig into the fire, "The searchers descended from the steep slope and searched along the banks of the river. It was only a matter of time before we were found. It would be better if we walked around. It will make it harder for them to search."

"What's more——" Fu Ling glanced at Xie Zhao: "Your leg is seriously injured, how can you go far?"

Xie Zhao nodded: "That's true." He didn't mention the matter of leaving any more, but asked Fu Ling with a smile: "I'm in the deep mountains, and it's midnight, is your Highness afraid?"

Fu Ling asked him back, "Are you afraid, Master Xie?"

Xie Zhao said, "Of course I'm not afraid."

Fu Ling smiled: "Master Xie is not afraid, and I am naturally not afraid either."

"What do you mean Mr. Xie is not afraid?"

Xie Zhao snorted dissatisfiedly, "Maybe you can't imagine that when I was young, I was actually a naughty child who was so naughty that it caused headaches. I was able to do everything in the trees and in the water. Naturally, there was such a thing as staying overnight in the mountains and forests."

Speaking of this, he joked: "—Of course the guards had fire pockets on them at that time, so we don't have to worry about lighting the fire."

Fu Ling listened carefully, and asked, "Did Master Xie reprimand you?"

"My grandfather wouldn't reprimand me."

When mentioning his grandfather, Xie Zhao's eyes lighted up, and his slightly sleepy expression immediately glowed: "My grandfather is different from other people's grandfathers outside. As long as I can read well and be polite in front of outsiders, He will not restrain my appearance in private."

Xie Zhao's eyelashes moved slightly, and the orange bonfire illuminated his face, but his body became colder and colder.

He silently gathered his clothes, hugged himself tightly, and tried to keep his voice steady: "I have fought crickets, raised butterflies, and picked lotus flowers, but my favorite thing is fishing with my grandfather—the fish my grandfather catches always Not as many as me, so I'm always happy."

Listening to Xie Zhao's narration with a light smile, the scene of little Xie Zhao sitting next to his grandfather fishing with blinking eyes involuntarily appeared in Fu Ling's mind.

Thinking about it, the corners of her lips began to rise.

Fu Ling threw the broken grass into the fire, and just wanted to hear Xie Zhao talk about his childhood, when Xie Zhao asked, "Your Highness, what did you like to do when you were young?"

Fu Ling was stunned.

The unbearable past events in those dusty memories flooded into his mind again, and Fu Ling thought of the deserted Youlan in the Forbidden Court and the woman's beautiful face as calm as stagnant water, and finally merged into the cold snow and bruised knees of that winter day.

What did you like as a child?

Fu Ling couldn't tell, he didn't even know what he liked.

Just when Fu Ling was hesitating and didn't know what to say, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink.He froze, turned his head and found that Xie Zhao had closed his eyes at some point, and his face was flushed unnaturally.

Fu Ling was taken aback, and touched Xie Zhao's forehead, as expected, Xie Zhao's forehead was already hot.

Having become a doctor after a long illness, Fu Ling naturally knew that Xie Zhao was not in good condition at this time, and the temperature on his forehead was unusually high.

He frowned, and stretched out his hand to touch Xie Zhao's wound, only to realize that Xie Zhao's wound started to bleed again, and he touched Xie Zhao's hand again, and the place he touched was icy cold.

— can't wait any longer.

Fu Ling made a prompt decision, carried Xie Zhao on his back, gritted his teeth and strode along the upper reaches of the river.

Of course it is wise to wait in place, but the current situation of Xie Zhao cannot tolerate the delay of time.At this moment, he could only pray that his guess was correct.

Xie Zhao was carried on his back by him, and some consciousness came back from his dazed brain.

He subconsciously circled Fu Ling's neck, and asked slowly in a low voice: "...Your Highness, where are we going?"

Xie Zhao's voice lost the clearness of the past, and became a little sickly hoarse.His heavy breathing fell into Fu Ling's ears, making Fu Ling frowned unconsciously, and his heart became more and more irritable and anxious.

It shouldn't be like this, Fu Ling thought, Xie Zhao shouldn't be like this.

He should be smiling and full of life, not so sullen and lifeless.

Without waiting for an answer, Xie Zhao felt dizzy and put his head on Fu Ling's shoulder, and asked again in that cat-like voice that he had never heard before: "...Your Highness, are we not here?" Are you waiting there?"

"No more waiting."

Fu Ling's strength actually disappeared when he rescued Xie Zhao from the shore. Feeling the temperature of Xie Zhao on his back, Fu Ling pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were slightly focused, and he walked firmly up the river with Xie Zhao on his back: "We Don't wait any longer——Xie Zhao, I'll take you home."