Lu Yixuan nodded and couldn't help but ask, "Then he's ...... I ......" she paused, hesitating, "is my brother okay?" That's hard enough to say.

The little girl quickly cleaned up the mess: "Brother Xiao Wu has lived in the medicinal herb shop in the city for two years, he has seen your brother, and said that he has broken a rib and needs to recuperate for a while longer, and other bumpy wounds are fine, you don't have to worry." "Fortunately, the person in the coma does not feel pain, but the girl who woke up first has to suffer a little.

Lu Yixin was relieved: "How is the flash flood in Surabaya?" This is something she is also concerned about, and that night the wind and rain, thunder and lightning flashed, and the dam that intercepted the flow was breached, and I wonder if the downstream has resisted.

"The upstream Zhuangzi villagers evacuated early, when the flash flood came down, they all went to the seeping slope to take refuge, I heard that Shimenyan has a broken embankment, the prefect personally went to the dam overnight in the rain and took the servants to repair it, it was temporarily blocked, our downstream was not flooded, Xiangjiao City has opened a warehouse for disaster relief, this year is better than in previous years, listen to your accent is not a native of Surabaya?" The little girl chattered, more like she was diverting Lu Yixuan's painful attention.

"We're here to save our relatives." She's adjusting to the "brother and sister" narrative.

"No wonder, this year's rainy season has been advanced, otherwise you wouldn't have encountered this kind of disaster." The little girl only thought that they accidentally fell into the river.

The girl is the daughter of the Qiao family, the people in the village call her Qiao Mei'er, big * generous and exquisite, although only fifteen but sensible and well-behaved, there is a younger brother at home, but unfortunately the parents drowned in order to save the villagers a few years ago, the township distressed Qiao Mei'er gave a lot of care, it can be said that this little girl was raised by the aunts and uncles in the whole village, as if she was the little daughter of the whole village.

Qiao Mei'er grabbed Lu Yixuan's hand and dismantled the bandage and applied medicine, on the original slender ten fingers, the nail cover was pried into three pieces, the flesh and blood were blurred, it could be seen that she had desperately wanted to grab everything that could survive by the river, the little girl looked hairy in her heart, this girl didn't say anything, she was very strong in her bones, and the pain of the medicine powder seeping into the flesh and blood even the little martial brother in the village couldn't help but shout, but her eyebrows frowned lightly and didn't hum.

Lu Yixuan gritted her teeth and watched the girl carefully cut the bandage: "Can I go and see him......"

Qiao Mei'er knew that there was a lot of competition, and with a sigh, she pushed out an old wooden wheelchair from the side: "The third grandmother used it when she broke her leg, and she generously lent it to me at this time." She smiled a little smugly.

The night outside the house is lonely, it is rare to see the rain after the sky is clear and the sky is full of stars at night, the small wheelchair "purr" pushes * into the next room, the table, chair and bed, simple and tidy, the man lies quietly on the couch, as if he is asleep.

Lu Yixuan pinched hard in his heart, which hurt more than the broken leg: "I want to stay here." She said lightly.

Qiao Mei'er couldn't stop the girl's seemingly pitiful but stubborn pleading gaze, so she had to close the door and tell her that her body would recover, don't be tired.

The night wind shook the light and shadow of the candle flame, Lu Yixuan leaned on the edge of the bed, she didn't move, but her fingertips were constantly trembling, as if even a slight and sensitive breath was afraid of disturbing him.

The candlelight fell on the man's eyelashes, as if it were still carrying the steam of the heavy rain, and she thought that the images in her dream were real, that the man had jumped into the gorge only because she had fallen into the water, and that he had grabbed his hand, and that she was struggling like a beast trying to break free from death.

Insane madness.

Feng Mingxie had a lot of wounds on the back of his hand, which were not scratched by the rocks, but scratched by her.

Lu Yixuan didn't know whether her current mood was calm or suppressed resentment and anger that could not be vented, her thin eyebrows that were as light and warm as distant mountains were twisted together, and she wanted to say anything but felt that any words were unfair.

She stretched out her hand and followed the man's long hair on the bed, like the traces of ink and ink, strands of which were more like uncombed branches growing in her heart, densely bound and bound, Lu Yixuan leaned over for a moment, she wanted to probe his breathing, listen to his heartbeat, on his chest, is it still so warm and powerful.

She gently leaned against the man's heart, her cheeks touched the soft placket, colorful finch feathers gold and silver woven flowers, her eyebrows always had a lazy and light demeanor, from the eyelashes, the tip of the nose to the corners of the cheeks and lips, everything about a man is natural and just right, she rarely is so bold and straightforward to describe how charming and indulgent the little prince of the Dayan Dynasty is, more often, Lu Yixing is restrained, covering up - covering up all the bad emotions and emotions that flood from the bottom of his heart.

But what about this fellow, the scar on his wrist was very glaring, and he had wasted all his insistence on jumping off the gorge like this, and it was just- so much that he wanted to live and die with her!

He's crazy.

When the words "live and die together" burst out of Lu Yixuan's mind, there was only one thought, Feng Ming was crazy!

It's crazy to be so reckless.

Lu Yixuan swallowed the breath choked in his throat and squeezed the futon tightly, as if he wanted to burst out the emotions that he couldn't vent from his fingers, and the bloody nails hurt as if they had been pricked by thousands of needles, as if the pain of the flesh could make her body and mind get some kind of forgiveness and relief.

"Your Majesty is afraid that he will kill me again." She hid her face and made a loud noise, but no, Lu Yixuan "forced" the little prince Feng to live and die together.

"Are you so worried about your own life......" The low voice was hoarse with a new awakening.

Lu Yixuan stiffened, his red eyes stared at the person on the bed who seemed to have just woken up, seeing that he subconsciously wanted to get up but grinned in pain, the girl of the Lu family panicked and shouted: "You have broken your ribs and need to recuperate, and I will be welcome to move again!" She pretended to be vicious and scolded.

Feng Mingxie gave up struggling, his chest hurt as if something sharp but precipitated suppressed his breathing, and it seemed to be the best situation to be alive and look at each other like this, obviously, the people from the downstream village saved them, and the man raised his eyes to see the red* swollen and bloody color on the girl's forehead, and it seemed that she was also covered in injuries: "Does it hurt?" ”

Lu Yixin came to his senses, he was asking his wounds: "If the ghost door is closed, how can you be afraid of pain." She was used to it for a long time, without speaking, shouting, crying, or making trouble, she could swallow her own blood and tears.

Feng Mingxie frowned and couldn't bear it, she liked to hide her emotions like this: "But this king feels pain." He lightly touched his chest, the pain was so painful that his ribs were broken, it was terrible, in this life, the little prince Feng who had piled up in the gold beads and silver jade of the emperor's relatives had never suffered such a crime.

Lu Yixuan looked panicked: "Where?" Is it the chest? ”

Feng Mingxie likes to see her nervous appearance, and it hurts even more when she smiles, but she can't help it: "It's distressing." ”

"Distressed?" Lu Yixuan was stunned and couldn't turn around.

"I feel sorry for Ah Yu." The man kindly explained that the bastard had begun to flirt regardless of time and place.

Lu Yixuan reacted and clenched his fist was about to fall towards that handsome face, suddenly, the limelight turned, "Bang", smashed on the pillow, when did you still talk and laugh like this!

hit him, it didn't hurt in her heart.

The man's face suddenly changed, as if he was really scared by Lu Yixuan's "menacing" punch, the little girl blinked in a daze, and when she saw the change of the look in the corner of the man's eyes, she realized that she was always teased in the palm of her hand, her face was red and her eyes were red, and she was at a loss.

It's hard to see.

Lu Yixuan has always been calm in the face of the sea of swords, but now he is flustered in the face of a patient: "You, what are you doing in Surabaya without saying a word?" "Change the subject, this girl knows better than anyone else.

"I want to see you." If you don't see each other for a day, go back to the topic, and men are handy.

Lu Yixuan stared at him stunned, she didn't listen to such a perfunctory answer.

"I'm worried about you." The man put it another way.

"Nonsense." She turned her lips, and her originally pale and haggard face was blushed by the teasing of her words, and she was delicate and embarrassed.

"This king is telling the truth, you don't believe it, Ah Yu, do you not believe in Feng Mingxi, or do you not believe in yourself?"

Lu Yixuan was blocked by these words and was silent, snorting, the candle flame burned to the end and quietly extinguished, she didn't light it again, as if in this dark environment, she didn't need eye contact to look at each other, and she didn't need to face all the expressions, so that she could breathe, escape.

"You...... What are you thinking? Her voice was hoarse like the chirping of a small insect at night, "What were you thinking at that time?" "When she was swept into a flash flood, what kind of emotions made him desperate.

Feng Mingxie coughed lightly, his sight slowly adjusted to the darkness, and he could still clearly feel the emotional changes of the people around him through the dullness of the room.

"What do you want...... man's voice fell like a light feather on his heart, and he smiled calmly, "You don't know water, I can't leave you." "No hesitation, no reason.

Lu Yixuan was stunned.

I don't know how to be water-that's the fear in Lu Yixie's heart, Feng Mingxie once discovered her little secret in Yuzhang Mountain, and he teased and teased her, but he really put it in his heart.

"What else do you want to know?" The man in the dark is honest as if he can dig out his heart and lungs, and he doesn't need to cover it up, as if he was so honest with Yan Yan that he put away all the roundabouts and speculations, Feng Mingxie is standing in front of you now, why don't you ask in person-

"Don't talk about it."

The voice on the other end was a little choked and contained, the breath of the vines and grass on the summer night came to his face, the man was slightly stunned, the corners of his cold lips were filled with the sweet but not greasy breath of Chao Sidu, Lu Yixuan's kiss was not lingering, and even a little impatient and eager to block the man's words that were about to come out, she did not touch it as soon as the last time, but indulged in a moment of presumptuous mood as if pleading and replying.