The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell. For a time, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind roared, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be crying.

Murong Mian stood in the wind and rain, there was no light in the eyes of the black hole, and he looked at the bottom of the cliff wordlessly, the dark cliff bottom was full of firelight, and the soldiers were holding torches doused with pine oil, and they were searching for Princess Chu and Xiao Shizi everywhere. From a distance, it looks like a fiery dragon swimming in the water.

The rain poured down their heads and faces, and the soldiers were all watery, muddy, and exhausted, but no one dared to slack off. Someone looked up, and a tall figure was reflected in the firelight on the cliff, standing between heaven and earth, still with a straight and straight body, but the nose was sour.

Behind him, the soldiers lined up, the rain running down his hair and running wildly across his face, but no one reached out to wipe it. In the storm, the stumps and leaves are flying all over the sky, and the whole mountain and forest seem to be trembling, but they are like steel casting, not moving at all.

Han Tong hesitated for a long time, but still stepped forward to persuade him, "Lord Wang, you go back and wait, as soon as there is news, the last general will immediately return to him, if you go down like this, you have to get sick from the disease, Lord Wang, you can't fall down at this time." ”

Murong Mian stood there like a hard boulder, not speaking or moving.

Han Tong waited for a long time, didn't hear him answer, glanced at Jia Tong who was kneeling on the ground, thought about it, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Time passed little by little, and the storm gradually turned into a bleak and cold rain, not so raging, but more and more depressed and desolate. Some of the torches went out, some were rekindled, but no news came.

Han Tong personally went down, knowing that there was a dark river down there, and there was no news after searching for so long, eighty percent of it fell in the dark river and washed away, what is certain is that such a heavy rain, the water flow is rapid, no matter where it falls, there is no hope of survival.

He was a little afraid to look at Murong Mian's face, it was a desperate, lifeless face, and the deep grief was forced under the numb face, which made him have a delusion. It seems that as soon as the bad news comes out, he may fall headlong at any time. His heart hung in his throat, and through the rain curtain, he stared at the King of Chu for a moment.

Eventually, the rain began to subside, and finally stopped. The wind was stronger, and the wet robe that Murong Mian had originally clinged to was blown up, it was already late autumn, the wind and rain were cold, the sky would not be bright, it was the coldest time of the day, and the lips of many soldiers were frozen purple, and they were tightly pursed, looking at their commander with their eyes.

All the torches had been extinguished, and the sky was filled with a bleak white light, and the whole night had passed, and by this time there was no point in looking any further.

Jia Tong knelt there, his body swayed slightly, and after staying up like this for a day and a night, his body was beaten with iron, and he couldn't stand it.

Han informed that it was not a way to go on like this, if he didn't listen to persuasion, he still had to persuade, as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse, he coughed hard, and said loudly, "Lord Wang, please go back to the house!" ”

Murong Mian stood there like a shell. Except for the robe flying in the wind, the whole person still did not move.

Han Tong knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly again, "Lord Wang, please go home!" ”

The soldiers behind him knelt down with Hulala, and said in unison, "Lord Wang, please go back to your home!" Lord, please go home! ”

The loud voice resounded in the sky, one after another, echoing over the mountains and forests, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and a faint pale golden light pierced the clouds and shot down, and Murong Mian slowly fell in the morning light of the mist, in the shouts of the mountains and seas, and in all the earnest and deep eyes......

Han Tong didn't expect that what he imagined really happened, and he was terrified. An arrow rushed up to pick him up, but fortunately, Murong Mian did not plant forward, but fell backwards and fell into his arms.

Jia Tong, who was kneeling next to him, looked at all this in amazement, trembling and trying to get up, but because his body was already numb, he couldn't use any strength, so he stumbled and sat on the ground.

It's good to faint, and you can't blame him for committing it. Han Tong breathed a sigh of relief, carried the King of Chu on his back, and walked down the mountain in the dawn of dawn.

Ning Jiu took people to look for the whole night at the bottom of the mountain, his face was tired, his eyes were red, and when he saw the king of Chu, the light in his eyes immediately lit up, and he silently took the person over, put it in the carriage on the side of the road, jumped on the wheel himself, and beat the horse to the city.

In the early morning, the tired soldiers came in from outside the city in a carriage, all dirty, with tired faces, but they still cheered up, straightened their backs, and rode neatly through most of the city, and entered the palace.

Han Tong sent soldiers to report the news, Hao Pingguan heard the news, and immediately took Wei Zhongqing to the door to greet him.

Ning Jiu silently sent the person into the house, Wei Zhongqing stepped forward to probe the pulse, rolled his eyelids to check again, and said, "The prince fainted because of excessive grief that caused his essence to dissipate. ”

Hao Pingguan asked, "When will you wake up?" ”

Wei Zhongqing shook his head, "...... If the yang energy does not return, I am afraid that it will be difficult to wake up in a short time. The prince has a deep affection for the princess, and such a heavy blow is really ......" he sighed, "first help the prince change his wet clothes, feed him some warm ginseng tea, and if he doesn't wake up for an hour, I'll give him a few stitches to try." ”

Hao Pingguan wiped his tears, "Good and dignified, what's the matter......" When he thought of the fierce Princess Chu and Xiao Shizi, he was sad, and he couldn't wait to cry.

The people in the house avoided going out, Hao Pingguan and Ning Jiu changed the clothes for the king of Chu, and when they took off their sleeves, they found that the right hand of the king of Chu was tightly grasping the drum of the waves, they wanted to take it away, but they couldn't break his hand, Ning Jiu had a cold face from beginning to end and said nothing, at this time, his eyes finally couldn't help but glow, turned his head and took a deep breath, and forced the tears back.

wiped his body for King Chu and changed into clean clothes, but the ginseng tea couldn't be poured in, and it all flowed down the corners of his mouth. Hao Pingguan was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, and rubbed his hands, "How can this be good, Doctor Wei, if you don't try to prick the needle now, I'm really afraid that the princess will take away the princess's life." ”

Although Wei Zhongqing has not been in the palace for a long time, he also knows that the princess is the life of the prince, if she is gone, the prince is only afraid...... He sighed in his heart, he knew the art of Huang Qi, and it was easy to cure incurable diseases, but only heart diseases could not be cured.