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Fu Qiufeng fell into a deep sleep when Rong Fan's words fell, and his breathing gradually stabilized. Rong Fan listened to his heartbeat, and after confirming that he was really all right, he got out of bed and poured himself a basin of water, soaked his head in cold water to calm down for a while, After washing the towel and wiping off the sweat on Fu Qiufeng's forehead, he and the bed were made dry and comfortable. He took a breath and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his hands slowly.

The quiet room of the inn and the regular breathing make people feel tired and sleepy. Looking at Fu Qiufeng's slightly frowning brows, Rong Fan couldn't help rubbing his brows with his fingertips. He lowered his head and smiled, took off his shoes and squeezed into the bed. With arms closed and eyes rested, the heart that had been hanging for more than ten days was finally put back smoothly.

He thought aimlessly. As Emperor Dayi, it was risky to stay away from the capital. On the first day he arrived at the post office, he even decided to go to Li Country in person if he could not wait for Fu Qiufeng. Back to Fu Qiufeng, when he was young, he could abandon everything he wanted, but now he can't?

After Fu Qiufeng left, he tossed and turned in the middle of the night, and worried in the daytime. These dark corners of his thoughts were finally opened to the light at this moment, allowing him to frankly admit that Fu Qiufeng is worthy of everything he has, and he is worth it for him. Betting everything this way, his heart was still filled with scorching blood as before, and never cooled down.

Fu Qiufeng's brows gradually relaxed in his sleep, Rong Fan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and raised his hand to press Fu Qiufeng's shoulder, thinking that he would never let go no matter what.

Fu Qiufeng had a dream.

When he clearly realized that he had a dream, he found that he was running staggeringly. This state of being in an ice cellar, weak, and suffering from pain had lasted for a while, so that Fu Qiufeng For a certain moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or never woke up in Li Country. The most intimate changes with Rong Fan were all his hopeless illusions.

The surroundings were filled with gray mist, the ground under our feet was overgrown with weeds, water droplets hung on every blade of grass, coldly soaking the trouser legs, Fu Qiufeng walked in a daze for a long time, the left, right, up and down were the same monotonous scenery, with nowhere to go and nowhere to go When he came, he was wearing a mask, and the sticky water vapor made him difficult to breathe. He stumbled and fell to the ground. At this moment, the fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, revealing the dark lake in front of him.

It was only when Fu Qiufeng saw the calm and waveless lake in the night that seemed to be connected to the abyss and hell that his throat was thirsty and smoking. The strap of the mask, scooped up a handful of water to drink to quench his thirst, and then put it back habitually, the sleeves were covered with mud, mixed with the color of blood that kept fading.

Fu Qiufeng felt a little strange, as if he had done all this a long time ago, and all the movements were very familiar. He turned over and lay by the lake, his right arm was injured, which made him lose blood continuously. He thought to himself that such an injury would soon Probably going to pass out, die by this unknown lake, and then wake up in Rongpin's inn.

He vaguely felt that it was because his tired body hadn't let him go, but the thinking in the dream was always unsustainable and lacked logic. He tilted his head and looked at the ink-like, bottomless lake , there seemed to be a magical gravitational force inside, tempting his sight, he turned his face little by little, and suddenly saw a light in the lake, as if a torch was lit in the deep water, the light spot fluttered, getting brighter and brighter. As it got bigger and bigger, his attention became more and more concentrated, like three souls and seven souls were sucked into the lake.

At this moment, a face suddenly appeared from the bottom of the lake.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being startled, he reflexively wanted to use his right hand to prop up his body, but he was relentlessly pulled back to the original place by the powerlessness and pain, and he couldn't move his legs, so he could only look at the flickering picture by the lake. Yes, the face floating in the center of the lake, that face looked like a child, with eyes closed, Fu Qiufeng was forced to stare at him, staring at him for a long time, and even felt somewhat familiar... It was very similar to his childhood appearance.

The face in the lake gradually shrunk, and other parts began to show, from the neck to the shoulders, the arms and legs of the body, Fu Qiufeng blinked, and saw that the child seemed to be lying there curled up, with a lot of blood on the front of his clothes, and his chest did not rise and fall, like It's no longer breathing.

Fu Qiufeng twisted his neck vigorously, trying to turn his head back, but there was a splash by the lake, and a sudden splash of water splashed across his face. Fu Qiufeng secretly breathed out, and this time he was finally able to move. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a man about eight The nine-year-old coughed and climbed up from the lake.

"Ahem... where is this place? Can the lake in the palace lead to another place?"

The moment Fu Qiufeng saw him clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recognized him. It was not the child he saw in the lake just now, but the face of a child. Frozen blue and white, more like a lifelike doll.

Rong Fan also saw him, seemed to be quite frightened, took a few steps back quickly, looked left and right, but the surroundings were surrounded by the same billowing mist, and there was nothing there. Direction to run fast.

Fu Qiufeng was puzzled. Rong Fan's clothes were not expensive, but they fit well. He smoothed his hair as soon as he got out of the water, and tried to smooth the folds and pull the collar. Even though it was a dream, Fu Qiufeng was very happy. He wanted to comfort the angry and wronged little Rong Fan, but he still couldn't move, and couldn't speak even after exhausting his strength. He could only silently watch Rong Fan disappear into the mist over and over again, from a certain place over and over again. The location appears, go back to the lake.

Rong Fan didn't know how long he had been running, but he was still inseparable from this mysterious space. He was terrified and anxious, and he was even more puzzled. Finally, he remembered that there was a person lying down by the lake, and approached cautiously. He poked Fu Qiufeng's arm with a finger.

"This strong man, where is this place? Why can't I go out?" Rong Fan asked as calmly as possible, "Look at your outfit, are you the royal father's bodyguard? Can you take me away?"

Fu Qiufeng's mood was very complicated for a while. When he was a child, Rong Fan paid attention to his image and was well-mannered, but he was much cuter than now, who is disheveled and talkative, even though it was a false dream.

Fu Qiufeng wanted to speak, but he still couldn't control himself, he seemed to be watching a scene in his own body, his head nodded by itself, looking like a wounded leg.

Rong Fan's gaze also moved away, and he suddenly realized: "Ah, your leg is bleeding a lot... What do you call a strong man? You have to see the imperial doctor immediately, and you have to leave here. Can you persevere? I can help you."

Fu Qiufeng's brows were kindly flattened in his heart, thinking to himself what a rare and good boy he is, if an emperor doesn't like such a prince, he is simply blinded.

"My name." Fu Qiufeng in the dream said coldly, his voice was low and indifferent, "You don't need to know, don't bother me anymore."

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback for a moment, and at first he slandered why he was so indifferent, but after thinking about it carefully, this seemed to be something he would say in the past.

Rong Fan also froze for a moment, frowned, and flattened his mouth a little displeased: "I am also the son of the emperor after all, and the emperor brothers bully me, so even the guards don't take me seriously?"

Fu Qiufeng glanced at the cold eyes hidden between the hair and the mask, and calmly said: "I have never seen you before, pretending to be a prince, death is inevitable."

"You!" Rong Fan stood up abruptly, stared at him angrily, took a deep breath, saw that Fu Qiufeng was still unmoved, bit his lip again, sat back, buried his head in his arms and said, " ...Forget it, you must be in a bad mood because you were hurt, I don’t care about you, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know me, I’m not important anyway, no one cares about my life or death.”

Fu Qiufeng couldn't see Rong Yan's downcast appearance, but he couldn't say words of comfort. He couldn't help but blame this Fu Qiufeng, who was as indifferent as he used to be, for showing a cold face to such a distressed child.

No one spoke by the lake for a while, Rong Fan got up and walked around twice, and returned to the lake without any surprises, Fu Qiufeng began to cough at this moment, and slowly closed his eyes while resting his left arm on his pillow.

Rong Fan gave a slight click of his tongue, and this disgusted and helpless "tsk" had some of Rong Fan's future demeanor. He walked back and persuaded: "Cheer up, don't sleep, get up and find a way out. Don’t you martial arts practitioners have the ability to reach the heavens and the earth?”

"Quiet." Fu Qiufeng said, "Death is death."

"How can you die casually?" Rong Fan stared at him disapprovingly, "You must have not gone back to report on your duties, and there must be another task assigned to you. Every hero who is a hero of Dayi can't die casually."

Fu Qiufeng's eyelashes trembled, and finally opened his tired eyes: "... Dayi? Didn't you report to the new organization of the Dark Pavilion?"

"...The dark pavilion? Is that the government office newly established by the father?" Rong Fan was puzzled, then shook his head, "It doesn't matter, anyway, the father doesn't like me to inquire about the affairs of the court, and the father doesn't like anything I do. Let him do what he wants... If I can also practice martial arts, I won't be as cowardly and incompetent as you, lying here waiting to die with a little injury, hmph!"

Fu Qiufeng was reprimanded by a child. At this time, he just wanted to laugh. If he could move, he would pinch the cheeks that were puffed up when he was glaring, and tell him that you will be more powerful and kind when you stare like this in the future. deterrence.

But in the dream he was very indifferent, he closed his eyes and didn't care about Rong Zhen anymore.

Rong Fan stared at him for a while, then lowered his head and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. He crawled out of the lake, his whole body was dripping wet, he wrung it vigorously, and the handkerchief was half dry. Lifting Fu Qiufeng's arm hanging in front of him, blood was continuously dripping from the back of his hand. He wanted to bandage Fu Qiufeng, and fumbled to untie the rope of the wrist guard.

Helplessly, Fu Qiufeng squinted his eyes and moved his arms, sighing inaudibly: "Be careful."

"Be careful of what? Are you threatening me? Do you want to hit me?" Rong Fan looked at him stubbornly, "I want to heal your wounds, and when you regain your strength, you can find a way out."

"..." Fu Qiufeng felt a little speechless, so he had to say a few more words: "There is a Hidden Sword."

Rong Fan blinked sharply, blushed, turned his head and coughed twice, and snorted: "I will pay attention, what else, let me explain it clearly!"

Fu Qiufeng fell silent, Rong Fan became curious, so he stretched out his hand to take off his mask, just as soon as he brushed aside the hair on his forehead, and saw clearly the pair of deep eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be carved by wind knives and frost swords, Fu Qiufeng turned his head away , warning him silently.

"Let's see what can be done, I won't spread your portrait everywhere." Rong Fan muttered, and still gave up seeing his whole picture, but the murderous look that flashed in his handsome mature eyes was deeply imprinted in his heart, He cautiously unwrapped the wristband of Fu Qiufeng's right hand little by little, rolled up his sleeve, and saw clearly the deep knife wound on his forearm, which severed the meridian, and blood flowed out.

"Don't you hurt?" Rong Fan's heart softened immediately. It was the first time he had seen such an injury, and he suddenly lost his composure. He hesitated, grabbed the poor handkerchief, and then reached out to search in Fu Qiufeng's arms, "My handkerchief is all gone." Wet, the wound should not touch unclean water, do you have a handkerchief?"

"It doesn't matter." Fu Qiufeng said casually, "Don't move around, there are hidden weapons."

"Are you a hedgehog!" Rong Fan withdrew his hand angrily, then tied the handkerchief around Fu Qiufeng's upper arm and tightened it tightly.

Fu Qiufeng took a breath subtly. His eyes and ears were sharp, and when he caught the painful reaction, he sneered, and began to tie the handkerchief with delicate and beautiful knots, mocking him: "Isn't it indifferent? You still hurt."

"...Be serious." Fu Qiufeng glanced at him and sighed heavily.

Rong Fan pursed his lips, tidied up his handkerchief, and was still very worried about whether Fu Qiufeng's injury would get better. He was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "By the way, my name is Rong Fan, you can call him Your Highness or whatever, I can't be trapped here , I must go back, for your own life, I beg you, please cooperate, let's find the way together."

The author has something to say: Another wave of forgotten first encounters _(:з」∠)_

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For the little angels in the future, if you feel that you didn’t connect at the beginning of this chapter, please refer to the comments in the previous chapter for details (˙ω˙乁)