Fuxiu sighed silently, hugged the emperor, and lingered with her for a moment as he breathed unsteadily, before dodging his face, holding his crumbling body, and said softly: "Ah Zheng, be obedient, go inside to rest, eat something, you must hold on." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The Emperor obediently helped her into the cave and lay down weakly. Fuxiu, who had already noticed that his hands and feet were cold and trembling, anxiously lit the fire again, redressed his wounds, and changed his clothes.

He took off his single shirt, and something seemed to fall out of his sleeve. Fuxiu picked it up, but was stunned.

The lotus pattern and soft tassels made of water-blue silk thread are woven into a dragon jade pendant. It turned out to be the string of dragon jade pendants that the emperor gave himself many years ago and lost himself.

The emperor was slightly nervous, and Shanshan said: "This was picked up in my Gantang Palace after getting drunk that day." I thought that most of it was lost by you, and I put it all by my side, and I was going to return it to you when I was free, but I forgot about it later. ”

Fu Xiu casually put the jade pendant in the palm of the emperor's hand and said, "This thing was originally given to me by you, and now it has been returned to its original owner." You can take this jade pendant as a blessing! If Fuxiu is no longer by your side in the future, this jade pendant can also give you a thought. ”

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the mountain wall, lowered his head, looked at the coarse cloth clothes he had changed into with several patches, and said with a wry smile: "Fuxiu, how do I feel more and more like a woodcutter in the mountains?" ”

He grew up in the royal family since he was a child, and he has always been dressed in fine clothes and fine food, and every time he eats and changes clothes, he is served by palace people and guards, and he has never worn such coarse cloth clothes.

Fu Xiu set up a pot to soak two steamed buns, and comforted: "It's okay, when you get well, we will go to Anyang, and after we go to Anyang, we will definitely buy you a new set of brocade clothes." ”

The emperor chuckled and said, "Actually...... It's also a good fit. It's good to live like this, away from the court, away from struggle, away from power schemes, and when I'm well, I'll learn to chop wood and hunt, and cook for you every day. ”

Fuxiu smiled, "If you're well, do we still need to stay here?" It's gloomy and dark, there's nothing. ”

The Emperor did not speak, but wrapped himself tightly in the blanket. I looked at the flames dancing in front of me. The flames were swallowed, reflecting on the faces of Fuxiu and the emperor, as if dyed with a faint flush, and it was extinguished.

For a while, the steamed bun bubbled open, Fu Xiu scooped it into the bowl, helped the emperor up, and said with a smile: "Finally, you can still have a hot soup to drink now." You eat a little bit of this first, and I'll stew fish soup for you later. ”

The emperor glanced at Fu Xiu, and there was a slight flicker of loss, and then he drank it one by one with a shoddy pottery soup spoon, although he obediently ate all the thick soup, but his eyebrows wrinkled from time to time.

Fuxiu was puzzled: "Ah Zheng, what's wrong?" ”

"Forehead......," the emperor said, staring at the spoon in his hand, "This spoon is big and rough, and it hurts to the mouth." ”

Fuxiu looked down and saw that the spoon looked like a pottery embryo fired by a peasant in the mountains, and it was indeed uneven. Grunching, though? It must have been too big, and the emperor, who had always been accustomed to delicate eating utensils, had never used such an inferior spoon. And the emperor has had a fever for so many days, and his lips have already dried out in many places, so I'm afraid it's really chopping.

After washing the fish for a while, putting it in the pot and boiling it, Fukuxiu took two dry food cakes and ate them. When he looked back at the emperor, his eyes were still open, and he had not fallen asleep. When I touched his forehead in the past, it seemed to be used to make it even hotter, and his body was constantly shaking, obviously in a high heat.

Originally, he would only have a high fever at night, but today he must have had a fever again because he was forced to go out to look for someone, caught a cold, and cracked his wound.

If she had come back a little later, I was afraid that the emperor would have been unable to hold on and not return to the cave, would he have died?

Fuxiu sighed softly and said softly, "Ah Zheng, I'll go out and pick up some firewood, and I'll be back in a while." You wait, don't move, you know? ”

Fuxiu thought of his original vigorous and active appearance, and couldn't help but caress his pale face, as if to say to the emperor, and as if to himself, "Ah Zheng...... You will, you will....... ...... to be fine."

When she left, the emperor couldn't help but press his chest, looked in the direction where Fuxiu left, and muttered: "Yes, it will definitely ...... It'll get better soon, Fuxiu. ”

His pale cheeks seemed to be illuminated by the firelight again, and a slight flush gradually overflowed.

In the evening, the emperor not only had fish soup to drink, but also a new soup spoon.

It's small, the edges are carefully scraped with burrs, and the bottom of the spoon is round and flat, but you can't talk about it. Excited by the very hot fish soup, in addition to the natural fish fragrance, the emperor also tasted a trace of pine wood with a slightly bitter fragrance.

Seeing that the emperor only looked at the wooden spoon, Fuxiu smiled awkwardly: "Ah Zheng, I can't buy it from a distance just for a spoon, so I sharpened one myself with the dagger I carried with me, you can use it first!" ”

The Emperor seemed to see Fuxiu looking around for good branches, and then cutting out a small spoon with a knife. He looked at Fuxiu's beautifully contoured pale lips, and finally he couldn't hold back, not thinking that the spoon was not soft and elastic enough, not enough to erode people's hearts and even make people forget the pain......

At night, the emperor slept extremely restlessly, and his whole body was horribly hot, but he shivered incessantly with cold. After finally falling asleep for a while, he almost sat up throbbing from time to time, calling Fukyu's name, and Fukuxiu was so shocked that Fukuxiu would open his eyes nervously. His confused and innocent eyes were like a desperate little beast driven to a desperate situation, and he was extremely panicked.

Such vigilance reminded Fukuhu of the time when he went on his southern tour together, and every time he slept on his felt, he seemed to sleep as ignorant as a dead man.

Perhaps, he knew it at all, but he was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he pretended not to know.

After a bed of felt, Fuxiu hugged him tighter and told him in a low voice: "Ah Zheng, don't be afraid, I am by your side!" ”

"Fuxiu ......" the emperor let out a long sigh, with childlike relief and satisfaction.

Fuxiu remembered that in the past, when he was drunk, he would snuggle up in his arms like a child, regard her as his dearest and dearest family, and call out over and over again, "Fuxiu, Fuxiu." ”

Will there be such a day in the future? (To be continued.) )