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The water temperature in the dark river is cold and biting, and the sight is dark, so you can only move with the direction of the water, but fortunately, you don't have to work too hard to go downstream.

The two of them were swept out of the dark river by the turbulent water, and the water in the ditch was surging, and there were no rocks to climb to stabilize their bodies, so the two could only be washed into the water of the Canghe River with the water.

This is a tributary on the Cangjiang River, named Canghe Valley, the river channel is 100 zhang wide, more than three zhang deep, the mountains on both sides are steep, and the terrain is dangerous. There are very few fishermen hunting in this place, because this valley has flying fish that climb up the ravine, and the fishermen believe that these fish are messengers from heaven, who come to earth to perform some kind of mission, and go upstream to return to heaven, and no mortal can harm them.

The two of them stayed in the dark river for too long, the water squeezed the heart and lungs, and the pain of suffocation made Ling Hanluo's face pale, and he was washed into the river, he lost the strength of his whole body, and sank into the water weakly.

Xiao Shichen was dazed by the water, and he didn't care about his own safety and pulled Ling Hanluo out of the water. There were no slopes to climb on both sides of the river, so Xiao Shichen could only hold on to Ling Hanluo and swim forward. Xiao Shichen's physique is still quite strong, but such a large consumption of his body makes him feel that the water is getting colder, but fortunately, the Canghe Valley is not very long.

"Childe." Xiao Shichen pushed Ling Hanluo ashore and slapped him on the cheek vigorously in an attempt to awaken his consciousness. He looked at the wide Cangjiang River, and there was only endless water except for the trees.

"Childe, we're already out. Childe, wake up. ”

Ling Hanluo felt a biting chill in his drowsiness, and the sound of the wind whirring sounded in his ears. He opened his eyes dimly, and there was nothing in his sight.

Ling Hanluo was half-lying in Xiao Shichen's arms, and the two of them were soaked and couldn't feel the temperature when they leaned together.

"Childe."

“…… Where is this? Ling Hanluo was confused for a while before he asked this sentence.

"It's probably by the Cangjiang River, but I don't know which section it is." Ling Hanluo half-sat up, and a wave of dizziness made him have to hold his head. Xiao Shichen held him up, and the two stood up tremblingly.

"Childe's body is too depleted, I didn't expect Mr.'s medical skills to be so powerful, if it weren't for the decoction that Mr. cooked for you before leaving, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Mr. Wang took precautions, and he could tell from Ling Hanluo's face and breathing rhythm that he was suffering from a stubborn disease, and he took remedial measures in advance. Xiao Shichen regretted that he did not discuss the medical classics with Mr. Wang, and it would have been beneficial if he could get Mr. Wang's advice.

Under the extreme pressure of the water, coupled with holding his breath in the water for too long, it is easy for him to stop the heart and lungs beating, causing severe pain and even death. Although the decoction of the gentleman was only a temporary effect, it relieved the pain under the pressure of the water in the water, slowed down the flow of blood and veins, and allowed him to save his body and swim out of the dark river.

"Cangjiang River, go straight along the river bank is Shanghang." It's just that they strayed into a mountain forest, but they didn't expect to come out of a long distance, and they have now reached Shanghang through Guò Meizhou.

"Childe, let's find a place to rest before making plans, if we can meet fishermen or merchant ships."

Smoke swirls on the water, across the distant mountains, like a pair of danqing painted by a master, but the sky is dim, and it seems that it is about to rain.

Xiao Shichen looked melancholy, and the sky began to fall raindrops, which soon fell densely. On the misty surface of the river, a flat boat on the waves, on the surface of the water is remote.

Ling Han fell in the dark river, his body was invaded by the cold, and he was drenched in an autumn rain, infected with wind and cold, and the symptoms were menacing, and he started a fever in the middle of the night.

Luckily, they came across fishing boats, which were taken in by an old father and a pair of young children, who had been swaying in the wind and rain and living in a few simple thatched huts, but there was a shelter from the rain.

Ling Hanluo slept groggily for a day, and the days of running made him physically tired, and even people lost a lot of weight. Xiao Shichen's medical skills are exquisite, but the wind and cold still hurt his vitality, and the whole person looks pale and weak.

Ling Hanluo was wearing the clothes of the old man's young son, coarse linen clothes, dark in color and simple in style, which had a unique flavor on him.

The old man and his son went out fishing, only the youngest daughter was cooking at home, Xiao Shichen was chopping firewood in the yard, Ling Hanluo pushed the door and walked out, the weather after the rain was very refreshing and sunny. Xiao Shichen saw Ling Han fall out of the door, put down the axe in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Childe, are you still unwell? The weather is mild today, and it's good to bask in the sun. ”

Ling Hanluo was silent for a while, and slowly walked under the sun, which was very warm.

The old man's daughter is the cardamom years, although she is not like a flower and jade, but she can also talk about a small jasper, a little red face, a little tanned by the sun, and shyly brought Ling Hanluo a bowl of steaming water with her sleeves.

“…… Please...... Please drink water. The little girl was a little timid, so ashamed that she blushed to the root of her ears, and at the age of the beginning of love, she couldn't help but be happy to see such a beautiful son.

Ling Hanluo didn't understand what was going on in her daughter's family, so she just calmly took the water bowl from the girl's hand, and then thanked her.

The girl smiled happily, her eyes were shining with joy, and she shyly ran back to the kitchen.

The corners of Xiao Shichen's mouth twitched, this little girl fell in love with her son?

This little girl's name is Xiaoman, her mother died of illness many years ago, she has an older brother who is three years older, and she has not yet married, and her father is still in good health, and he can work for her for a few years.

At this time, the two came back from outside, the son was carrying two big fish in his hand, and the father was in a very good mood, and he heard his laughter from afar.

"The young man is awake, is he still comfortable?"

Ling Hanluo was not very accustomed to this old man's thick voice and informal shoulder patting, so he retreated slightly.

"Childe, this is Uncle Liu, this is his son Shang Sui, who has read some books, and was recommended to Shaofu by the Imperial Prison History, and will go to Shengyang tomorrow to seek a way to survive."

Ling Hanluo looked at the young Liu Shangsui, with dark skin, clear eyes, and a strong body, and he was dirty, not like a scholar.

"Thanks, excuse me."

Uncle Liu laughed again, although life was hard, his temperament was very open-minded.

He turned sideways and called his son behind him, asking him to take the fish out of the kitchen, boil some soup, and replenish Ling Hanluo's body.

Liu Shangsui cracked his lips and smiled happily.

"Yes, Dad." After answering, Liu Shangsui went to the kitchen with the fish.

Ling Hanluo couldn't help but be a little moved, they had a hard life, but they could not hold back to a stranger.

"I'm sorry for your trouble." Ling Hanluo respected this Uncle Liu, which made Xiao Shichen slander in his heart, if Uncle Liu knew that it was the prince of the dynasty who bowed to him and thanked him, wouldn't he be so frightened that his legs trembled, it was really useless for those who didn't know.

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