After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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He came looking for me.

The sky was getting darker and darker, but the pouring rain didn't seem to be getting smaller at all, turning the entire city of Shengjing into a water curtain hole.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a carriage passes by and gallops to the end. Only the carriage of the fourth prince stops and stops on the long street, and stops for a while at every store where there are people sheltering from the rain. The boy in white is holding an umbrella and wading In the rain, he went to the store to have a closer look, and then walked out with an umbrella and returned to the carriage.

The red hair ribbon is flying in the rain.

"Master, let me check."

The carriage stopped again in front of a pharmacy, and you could vaguely see that the shop was full of people hiding from the rain. Su Yangjie ordered the people to stop the carriage, lifted the curtain and came out. Song Yang grabbed his wrist.

Su Yangjiao smiled slightly, tapped his fingers on the handle of the umbrella with a "snap", the umbrella opened, cut off the column of rainwater, divided them into several parts and fell vertically from the umbrella bone.

The red hair band got under the umbrella, and the white clothes were stained with puddles splashed on the ground and moved quickly towards the store.

Song Yang looked at Lang Jun's brocade robes, and a person like a banished fairy was willing to condescend and condescend in this way in order to find his highness, regardless of his image. A warm feeling slowly flowed through his heart. He didn't know what the warm feeling was, but Knowing that the person in the rain is sincerely treating His Highness well.

"Song Yang, hurry up, go to Zhenguo Temple!"

Lang Jun came galloping on the water, in the torrential rain, only his hairband was like a ball of fire, scorching hot.

Song Yang was a little slow to react. It wasn't until Su Yangjiao put away the umbrella that he thought of stretching out his hand to pull the carriage. After confirming that Su Yangjiao was seated, he asked the groom to raise the reins.

The galloping horseshoes seem to be passing through the stream, raising layers of water spray, and after a while, there is only invisible water smoke in the air.

The rainy mountain road was difficult, and the wheels got stuck in the mud several times. Finally, before the sky was completely dark, we arrived outside Zhenguo Temple in Nanshan.

Su Yangjiao lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the majestic temple gate on the mountainside, and said, "Go to the back mountain."

After a while, the carriage still didn't move at all, Song Yang lifted the curtain, the rainwater flowed down his chin and into his collar, he said with some embarrassment: "Master, the coachman said that the carriage really can't move."

Su Yangjie didn't look at him, grabbed the umbrella beside him, bent over and walked out, his face was pale, Song Yang even saw the shaking of his fingertips when he lowered his head, Wu Mo who was accompanying him got out of the car in a panic I found a spare cloak for winter, and quickly put it on Su Yangjiao's shoulders.

"You stay here." Su Yangjiao grabbed the cloak tightly, and told Wu Mo: "Take my token and go to Zhenguo Temple to find some people, and come to the back mountain."

His voice was like drizzle caught in the wind.

Wu Mo squeezed the token tightly in his hand, watched Su Yangjiao and Song Yang disappear into the forest, wiped the tears from his face, and dived into the rain.

Song Yang supported Su Yangjiao's arm with one hand, pushed aside the branches broken by the rain with the other hand, looked at the darkness of the road ahead, turned his head to Su Yangjiao and said, "Master, are you sure that the Wei proton is here?" Here?"

Su Yangjiao stepped into the muddy water, pulled it out again with difficulty, shook his head slowly, and said: "The pharmacy owner only said that he might have come to Chongying Mountain."

"What is Proton doing here?" Song Yang pushed aside the broken branches blocking the way and asked suspiciously.

"Looking for medicine."

Su Yangjie suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and tried his best to walk down the mountain. Every step was very difficult. The already desolate forest was washed away by heavy rain, and there was still mud and water flowing down the mountain from time to time. They also extinguished the lantern with them. , just groping a little bit in this darkness.

The sound of rain in the forest gradually became quieter.

"Song Yang, call Wei Proton, make a sound to let him know we are looking for him."

After Song Yang responded, he began to call "Wei Zhizi". His voice was rough and deep, echoing with the sound of rain in the forest.

"Wei Nanxun!" Su Yangjiao was in a state of confusion, and he anxiously called his name.

He didn't know what to do if Wei Nan found something wrong.Looking up, the outline of the mountain is getting thicker and thicker. What kind of medicine are you looking for in such a hurry?

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy said that there were indeed two people who came to his shop in the morning, one was tall and thin with a hood on, and the other was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, holding a long sword in his hand, threatening people at every turn .

They asked about a kind of medicine, and the shopkeeper said that he had heard from the old man that he had found it on the Nanshan Mountain behind Zhenguo Temple. After hearing this, the two left in a hurry.

"That young master is handsome, as if he came out of a painting..."

With just this one sentence, Su Yangjiao was sure that this person must be Wei Nanxun.

"Wei Nanxun..."

The night wind blew through his clothes with the slanting rain, his heart was in a mess, he hated his limited ability, hated himself for not being able to turn this mountain upside down...

Every inch of nerve was pinched tightly, and Su Yangjiao frantically called his name in the forest.

Why leave him alone in the car?

Why leave this blind man in the car?

Wei Nanxun, where are you?

He said that the red headband can bring good luck. He said that he gave Su Yangjiao all his good luck. At this moment, the hairband is fluttering. Can he take Su Yangjiao to find him?

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"Your Highness, there is a wooden house here, let's go in and hide from the rain for a while?"

Yin Chuan held the umbrella in both hands, gritted his teeth against the increasing wind, and the raindrops fell down as hard as fists.

Wei Nanxun glanced at the top of the mountain from a distance, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

Last night he received a secret letter from King Xiang, which mentioned that the poison Su Yangjiao was poisoned was called "Yinxiao". When the victim realizes that the poison penetrates deep into the lungs, although it will not kill the person instantly, but the rest of the life of the person will be a patient with nothing to do.

The rain was pouring down, and it was difficult to move half a step forward. The two had no choice but to hide in the wooden house. Fortunately, although the wooden house was simple, it was well-equipped. It might be a temporary shelter built by villagers hunting up the mountain.

Yin Chuan built the fire, hung Wei Nanxun's coat on the bamboo pole, and put one hand on the bamboo pole to roast it earnestly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help puffing up, complaining: "Your Highness, why bother to find medicine for that idiot? Aren't you torturing yourself? What does the life and death of that idiot have to do with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt two knife-like gazes coming towards him, which was extremely dangerous, so he quickly closed his mouth.

He just couldn't figure out, what is so good about that idiot, is there anything else he can get out of it besides that face that looks better?If you want literature, you can't write, and if you want martial arts, you can't use martial arts. I'm afraid that if you see a murderer bleeding, you will faint in an instant.

However, facing the corpse of the man named Guangdi that time, it seemed that his face turned paler, but he didn't feel dizzy.

Yin Chuan took a peek at Wei Nanxun, and saw that his face was stern, with drops of water still hanging from his slightly open collar, he was holding a bamboo pole with his fingers, and mechanically fiddled with the fire on the ground.

There are only two words written on the whole person, unhappy.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the sky was gradually getting darker. Black clouds seemed to be pressing on the top of the mountain not far away.

"What the hell is this weather? It rained so much in March!" Yin Chuan decided to divert the topic from the Fourth Prince to the weather, so as not to upset His Highness. In a good season, the rhododendrons all over the mountains are much better than this poor place."

While talking, Yin Chuan peeked at Wei Nanxun from the corner of his eye. Seeing his expression soften, he said, "I will take you back to Sang Qianchuan."

The flames were crackling, and finally gained some warmth. Yin Chuan watched the firewood in front of him gradually deform due to the high temperature, and then looked out the window. It was completely dark, and he thought that he might not be able to go down the mountain tonight.

So he looked around to see if there was anything soft, and spread Wei Nanxun on the ground for the night.

Wei Nanxun suddenly stood up and stood in front of the window. He pushed the window up and stood there with his face tense, and even his lips trembled slightly.

Yin Chuan watched his face turn pale little by little, thinking it was cold, and just about to speak to persuade him to close the window, but heard Wei Nanxun's voice:

"Listen, is someone calling my name?"

Yin Chuan strode over, leaned against the window and pricked up his ears to listen and listen hard, but he couldn't hear anything except the sound of pattering rain. He shook his head and said, "Yin Chuan didn't hear any sound... ..."

Wei Nanxun frowned slightly, raised his jaw, and stood for a while, his blind eyes suddenly lit up, he hurried to the door, pushed the door open, and rushed into the rain without hesitation.

"It's him."

"He came looking for me."