Outside the carriage, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pressing on people's heads, and there was no wind around them, and even the weeds on both sides of the official road were only driven to shake slightly when horses, wheels, and pedestrians passed by. Pedestrians abound on this road, but it still seems extraordinarily hollow, silent, only faintly audible the sound of surging water not far away, washing the ground on both sides.

At this time, Meng Wanzhou was already unconsciously riding a horse alone, and approached Jiang An's carriage little by little. Then he skimmed past it very naturally, and quickly exchanged information with Shen Yanxi in the car.

"How's she doing?"

"My life was saved, but I needed a good rest."

"Got it, take care of her."

"Yes."

After a short exchange, Meng Wanzhou rode forward and came to the outside of Meng Wanchuan's car, slowing down to keep it level, as if he was really just passing by Jiang An's carriage just now, and the destination was always just the luxurious carriage not far away.

"His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince."

Ban Ming, who was driving in front, felt that there was someone coming behind, and quickly turned his head to see Meng Wanzhou, who had suddenly arrived, nodded and saluted, and then turned his head again, continued to look ahead, and concentrated on catching the car.

Meng Wanchuan, who was napping in the car, heard Ban Ming say that Meng Wanzhou was coming, and the sleepy insects disappeared, so he hurriedly got up, opened the small curtain, stuck his head out, bared his teeth, and greeted him stupidly.

"Brother Huang is good, but I'm bored, come to me to relieve my boredom."

Meng Wanzhou drove the horse and replied to him.

"Well, it's a bit boring. Does the royal brother want to rest? ”

Meng Wanchuan sighed in his heart, this imperial brother was so good to him, he didn't ask Jiang An, but came to ask him. It seems that his status in the heart of the royal brother is a high batch of yo~

"Ahem, it's fine. However, I asked Ban Ming, and he said that if he traveled overnight tonight, he would definitely be able to arrive before noon tomorrow. So I'm not going to stop here, let's hold on a little longer, and I'll have a good rest when I get to the place. ”

Meng Wanzhou listened to his answer, her face was slightly displeased, her lips were pursed, and she was speechless for a while.

Meng Wanchuan in the car saw his reaction, and his face was full of question marks. Could it be that I am wrong? It won't be that the royal brother is tired and wants to rest.

After much deliberation in his mind, he spoke tentatively again.

"Why don't we rest where we are? I seem to want to take a break, the kind that can't wait for a moment. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Meng Wanzhou raise the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, nodded his head, and then pinched the horse's belly and accelerated to the side of General Zhang, who was leading the team in front. After the two talked for a while, General Zhang looked back at him, his face full of confusion and speechlessness.

Meng Wanchuan guessed that he should be thinking, the delicate little girl didn't stop, why did he, a big man, do so many things.

Alas, who made the imperial brother embarrassed to lose face, he could only let him come with a thick skin.

But......

He leaned back, looked at the carriage not far behind, and wondered in his heart: Why haven't I seen Jiang An get out of the carriage and wander around, is this dynasty so harsh on women's rules?

Meng Wanchuan stayed there, just feeling that her head was itchy, as if she was about to grow her brain, when she was suddenly interrupted by the man's strong and loud voice.

I saw General Zhang, who was walking in the front, stop his horse and shouted: "Everyone listen to the order, the Seven Princes should rest, everyone disperse in place, take turns on duty, and must not be negligent." ”

Meng Wanchuan listened, froze there, and her toes buckled to the ground in embarrassment.

After shrinking in the carriage for a while, he finally couldn't hold back his physical needs, got out of the carriage, looked around, didn't let Ban Ming follow, and ran to the back of the hill to solve the problem.

After feeling comfortable, he walked to the vicinity of the river embankment, stretched his waist, closed his eyes and felt the rare coolness and breeze when it was hot and not raining.

As if he felt that the surrounding environment was unfamiliar, and no one he knew was there, listening to the rustle of leaves, he suddenly had a creepy feeling. When he opened his eyes and looked around to make sure there was no one, he rubbed his arms instead, amused at his suspicion and timidity.

When he turned to look at the rushing water in front of him, he vaguely saw a fluttering and struggling figure in the distance. He rubbed his eyes and swallowed a few times of saliva, and the legend of the water ghost suddenly appeared in his mind, and his legs were a little weak for a while.

But when he had the courage to look at it a few more times, he was sure that it was a living person who had fallen into the water and was in a very critical situation, in his professional identity and materialistic thinking!

He hurriedly picked up a relatively thick and sturdy long wooden stick beside him, and then ran quickly in the direction of the man. Although this current was flowing towards him, the moment he was rescued, the person would be less dangerous, so he immediately made a decision and took the initiative to meet it.

The closer he got to the man, the more panicked his heart became. Because the person who fell into the water was actually an old man with gray hair who was more than half a year old, and he was not very conscious at this time, only his head was still floating on the water, and he was flowing with the trend.

Meng Wanchuan shouted for help while handing over the stick, but he ran a little far, and the others were not so easy to hear. He was a little anxious, and the stick in his hand was not very stable when the water was rushing, and he slammed it on the old man's body several times, but the other party had already fainted, and he didn't react at all, let alone reach out to grab what he handed over. Meng Wanchuan followed him and ran along the current, until the stick in his hand could no longer hold it and fell in, and slowly drowned in the river with the old man. He turned to look, but there was still no one coming, and there was no way for a while, so at the moment when he was completely submerged in the water, he jumped in, swam to him and dragged each other, and together they exerted their strength on the shore.

Just when he choked on several mouthfuls of water and finally swam back to the riverbank with people, a new problem arose. Facing the shore at some heights, with his current physical strength, it would be difficult for him to go up by himself, not to mention an old man who would be swept away by the water as soon as he let go. Unable for a while, Meng Wanchuan seemed to be in some kind of stalemate, so he could only continue to shout desperately, hoping that someone would come to him. At the same time, I kept scolding myself in my heart, why did I go to the toilet and run so far, I didn't bring anyone, I didn't have a brain, what should I do when I encountered danger! God, give me another chance to live, please!

Finally, when his hand holding the shore kept trembling, and he almost couldn't hold on, and he wanted to give up saving the man himself, the woman's slender white hand passed by his face, grabbed the old man's clothes, pulled it upwards with force, and then turned to two hands passing under his armpits, and with a sudden force, the man was pulled up from the water and fell to the shore. After that, he immediately handed him over and took him, so that he could go ashore easily without much effort.

After returning to the embrace of the earth, Meng Wanchuan lay on the ground, panting heavily, looking up at Shen Yanxi, who was not far away after cleaning the sludge and weeds on the old man's mouth and nose, he slapped his back on his legs face down, and opened his mouth to be stupid.

But slowly, the style of painting is not quite right. Shen Yanxi actually began to untie the old man's collar and trouser belt on the front!

Meng Wanchuan's blood suddenly flowed backwards, and she stood up from the ground with a "Teng", came to her side and took her hand away, and turned Shen Yanxi around like a god. Then I took the clothes off the old man's top by myself, pinched the old man's nostrils with both hands, began to blow mouth-to-mouth, stopped after two consecutive times, put the root of the palm on the midpoint of the line between the two nipples, crossed and overlapped the ten fingers of the two hands, and the arms were vertical, and the force was evenly pressed down.

It lasted for about two minutes, and the old man on the ground finally coughed up a mouthful of water with his head sideways, and then his eyes slowly returned to clarity, and he first looked at Meng Wanchuan beside him, with a look of disgust. Then he turned his head to look at Shen Yanxi, who turned around not far away, with a foolish smile on his face.