Chapter 86 First Camping

He lowered his head.

The moment their lips touched, Chu Yangyang subconsciously turned her head.

Luo Xifeng's hands clasped around her waist suddenly tightened, and the sigh from her throat mixed with the scent of roses flowed into her mouth.

She tasted the lingering smell of blood and the intoxicating aroma of medicine, as if she had drunk wine brewed from a whole sea of ​​flowers.

"Close your eyes." He murmured while holding her lower lip, his fingertips already inserted into her hair to fix the silver hairpin.

Chu Yangyang grabbed the fabric on his chest, and the rubbing sound startled two kingfishers.

The swarm of bees suddenly became restless, and the sound of flapping wings and violent heartbeats roared in my ears.

Luo Xifengran stepped back half an inch, lowered his eyes to look at the corner of her wet lips, and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

Chu Yangyang felt her face flushed and she couldn't help but nodded slightly.

After getting the tacit consent, Luo Xifeng covered her lips again without hesitation.

The sweetness becomes stronger between the intertwined breaths, giving rise to a kind of secret pleasure.

He groaned and pressed his body against the bluestone. The gentian in the cracks of the gravel was squeezed to release juice, and the bitter floral fragrance mixed with lust.

The stream water flooded over the toes of her shoes, and Chu Yangyang finally regained her senses.

She was about to speak when the sound of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

Luo Xifeng quickly pulled her deep into the flowers, his palm still against the sweaty fabric of her lower back.

Through the swaying branches, Chu Yangyang could clearly see the gold thread on the cuffs of the person coming, which was the same as the one on the clothes of the assassin who had just arrived.

"Be quiet."

His lips moved against her earlobe, and his warm breath swept across the sensitive area that had not yet calmed down.

Chu Yangyang bit her lower lip, and the teeth marks overlapped with the mark he had just left.

The sound of dead leaves breaking was getting closer, and Luo Xifeng suddenly stuck close behind her, their bodies leaning against each other.

Her whole body trembled violently, and the silver hairpin in her hair fell into the stream.

The moment the pursuers turned their horses around after hearing the sound, he took her and sank into the water.

The turbulent current swept the two of them towards the reef, and Luo Xifeng used his back to block the impact.

Before Chu Yangyang choked on the water, he passed half a breath of air through her lips, and the smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of medicine exploded in her mouth.

When they surfaced, they had reached a deserted beach. Luo Xifeng pushed her onto the shallows, and her wet undershirt stuck to her skin.

Luo Xifeng pulled off his half-wet outer robe and wrapped it around her, with the fabric clinging to her waist and abdomen.

He threw out the water-soaked tinder, "Let's find a way to light the fire first. This place is quite remote, and it will be very cold when the sun sets."

Chu Yangyang nodded, took the flint from his hand, and lit it like him.

The flames finally rose and Luo Xifeng turned around.

I happened to see Chu Yangyang staring at the water droplets on the back of his neck sliding down his spine, and the sparks almost burned the hem of her skirt.

Sparks burst out from the fire, illuminating her figure wrapped in a man's robe.

Luo Xifeng stared at the ends of her dripping hair and said, "Come here and dry it."

Chu Yangyang had just taken half a step when she stepped on her loose belt.

Luo Xifeng reached out to support her, his palm resting on her bare shoulder.

She dodged as if she had been electrocuted, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He avoided her gaze and said, "You stay here and warm yourself by the fire. I'll go get something."

Chu Yangyang followed up, "I'll help you."

Luo Xifeng broke off three forked palm branches and stuck them into the sand, then tied the tops of the branches together with a bark rope.

Chu Yangyang came over holding the banana leaf and found that he had deliberately built the support into an inclined plane to avoid the cracks in the cliff wall where water seeped.

He threw bundles of dry reeds and tore off the hanging vines.

Chu Yangyang took the initiative to spread the grass and felt the sticky juice on the back of the leaves. In the light of the fire, she saw that it was wormwood that was used to repel insects.

The roof was covered with a third layer of palm leaves, and the moon had climbed over the top of the cliff.

Luo Xifeng tore open the large banana leaves and said to Chu Yangyang, "Put these underneath to keep out moisture."

When Chu Yangyang took the leaf, she touched the calluses on his fingertips, which were the marks left by years of holding silver needles.

Luo Xifeng went into the tent, his damp clothes outlining the lines of his shoulders in the moonlight. "Sleep on the inside."

Chu Yangyang lay down against the rock wall, the coolness of the banana leaves seeping through her back.

Luo Xifeng threw the dried robe over and said, "Use this as a cushion as well."

The corners of their clothes overlapped, and the cry of a night owl was heard outside the shed.

Luo Xifeng pulled out a silver needle and inserted it into the entrance of the shed. The herb tied to the end of the needle swayed gently in the wind, emitting a soothing fragrance.

"How do you know these survival methods?"

"When I was eight, I went into the mountains to collect herbs and encountered a flash flood." He knelt to block the leaky corner of the shed. "The mountain people there taught me these survival methods."

Chu Yangyang stared at the shadow of his profile cast on the roof, and reached out to poke the shadow, "Were you scared then?"

"My father once said that doctors only see hope." The last syllable dissipated in the night wind, and Luo Xifeng's breathing gradually became longer.

Chu Yangyang gently pulled her clothes over him.

When the moonlight shifted, Luo Xifeng opened his eyes.

Chu Yangyang's hurriedly retracted hand was held by him, and a cool feeling came from the place where their palms touched.

It seemed as if being held by him had become a habit, and she felt more at ease than ever before.

Gradually, she felt tired and her eyes slowly closed.

The morning light leaked into the gap of the shed, and Chu Yangyang was awakened by the smell of burnt food.

Luo Xifeng was piercing a fat fish with a silver needle and flipping it over the fire. The oil from the exploded fish skin mixed with the scent of mint.

Seeing her wake up, he tore off the most tender part of the fish belly and handed it to her, "There is a dark vortex downstream of the stream. I forked some fish. You should get up and have some."

Chu Yangyang took the grilled fish, bit through the crispy skin, and tasted the familiar herbal flavor. "Did you stuff it with perilla leaves?"

"Hmm, to remove the fishy smell." Luo Xifeng held the three grilled fish on a banana leaf. "How do they taste?"

"I didn't expect that your cooking is quite delicious." Chu Yangyang was praising sincerely.

Chu Yangyang swallowed the last bite of fish.

Luo Xifeng stood up and stepped on the fire to put it out. "If you're done eating, we should leave."

When the two returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Chu Xinyao hurried over and said, "Yangyang, where have you been? We are so worried."

Chu Yangyang replied, "We encountered some accidents on the way, so we came back late."

Luo Xifeng noticed something and asked, "Did something happen in the mansion?"

Aunt Jin also rushed out at this time, holding Chu Yangyang's sleeves with both hands, "Princess, please save your father quickly. The Prime Minister's Mansion can't do without him!"

Chu Yangyang was confused after hearing this. "Auntie Jin, what are you talking about? Can you get to the point?"

Chu Xinyao separated herself from the flustered Concubine Jin, calmed herself down, and said, "Sister, listen to me. Yesterday, we were on our way to an outing when we unexpectedly received an urgent imperial decree from the palace, saying that the Emperor wanted to see my father about something urgent. Unexpectedly, from yesterday until now, my father still hasn't returned home."

"So I asked my acquaintances in the palace to find out about my father's situation. To my surprise, he was actually under house arrest by the emperor. But I couldn't find out why he was under house arrest."

Chu Yangyang glanced at Luo Xifeng and said, "Lord Luo, should we ask the Crown Prince for help?"

Luo Xifeng thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll go to the East Palace first. You wait for me to come back."

Just as he turned around, Chu Yangyang grabbed his sleeve and said, "Lord Luo, you and I are husband and wife. I will go with you..."