The two of them leaned against the stone wall and hugged each other tightly for a long time. Their breathing returned to normal. Yu Qizhe kissed Yu Jiao's forehead lovingly, then took her hand and walked into the cave.
There was still an unreal warm touch and the scent of Yu Qizhe on her lips. Yu Jiao followed Yu Qizhe in a trance and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
Yu Qizhe pulled her to sit down on the ground where the hay was spread, let Yu Jiao lie in his arms, stroked her hair, and coaxed her softly, "Go to sleep."
Yu Jiao uttered a soft "hmm", their hands still intertwined. In her ears was the sound of Yu Qizhe's shallow breathing and his rising and falling chest, his strong muscles giving people a sense of reassurance.
Apart from her senior brother, Yu Qizhe is the first man who is so close to Yu Jiao. He is different from her senior brother. Her senior brother is a relative, while Yu Qizhe is the person she likes.
Yu Jiao couldn't describe what it meant to like someone, and she didn't even know when she started to like Yu Qizhe.
Although the kiss yesterday was a spur of the moment kiss, there were traces of it. If she hadn't been moved, how could she have had the idea of kissing Yu Qizhe.
In short, she was very happy to be with Yu Qizhe, and she really wanted to hold his hand and walk with him forever.
Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes in the darkness and looked at Yu Jiao in his arms. The light was dim and he could not see her face at all, but Yu Jiao's voice and appearance were particularly clear in his mind.
When he thought that she also had him in her heart, Yu Qizhe couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.
Being able to fall asleep with Yu Jiao in his arms like this made Yu Qizhe particularly satisfied. He still owed her a wedding.
After the imperial examination next spring, he would marry her solemnly, with the three matchmakers and six betrothal ceremonies, no less than those for other women, making her his legally wedded wife.
After they get married, he will be able to watch her wake up in his arms every day, kiss her lips and forehead, and coax her to sleep a little longer. What a wonderful thing it is.
Since she liked practicing medicine, he helped her open a clinic. In his spare time, he helped her turn and dry herbs in the yard, and they went up the mountain to collect herbs together. When they reached the end of the water, they would sit and watch the clouds rise. He took her to taste delicacies of the four seasons, to the south of the Yangtze River to ride a black-sailed boat to see the spring water that was bluer than the sky, to sail on a boat and listen to the rain while sleeping; to Liangzhou and Mobei to watch the sunset over the long river and the peaceful fire; to the Arctic ice field to see the Yuquan Snow Mountain that never melts all year round.
Thinking of this, Yu Qizhe was full of anticipation for every day to come, and there were still many things worth doing with her.
The next day, the rain was still falling. When people woke up in the morning, they went down the mountain to check and found that the water in the Qingshui River had not receded. It should be because the Qingzhou Zhiyuan Canal was too full and there was no flood discharge, so the water flow in the small rivers along the way had not decreased.
There were many objects washed out of the village floating in the river. Some villagers went to the foot of the mountain to salvage things. Yu Qiaoshan and Zhou Xiang led some people to the mountain to find food. Yu Jiao and Yu Fuling also followed to dig some herbs on the mountain.
The old woman who was pushed down by Chen Zhiqing that night sprained her ankle. Yu Jiao noticed that her foot was swollen like a bun. Perhaps because she was afraid of trouble or because she was embarrassed to ask, she did not ask Yu Jiao for help to look after her foot.
After Yu Jiao found this, she helped find some herbs that could reduce swelling and promote blood circulation on the mountain, and asked the old woman to chew them up and apply them on her feet.
Another day passed like this, and on the third day the rain stopped.
This cheered up the worried villagers, and from time to time someone would go to the foot of the mountain to see if the water that had flooded the earth bridge had become shallower.
At noon, someone suddenly ran up the mountain excitedly, "The county magistrate has brought people to our village, saying that the government officials are already draining the floodwaters, and we can return to the village in one night! Let us stay on the mountain, and the county magistrate will bring people over tomorrow!"
This was really great news. Everyone in the cave cheered, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.
Early the next morning, every household supported their elderly and carried their children down the mountain. The water in the Qingshui River had obviously receded, but a section of the earth bridge had been washed away. The villagers did not dare to cross the river rashly and stayed at the foot of the mountain waiting for County Magistrate Gao to bring people over.
At noon, the water in the river became less, and the villagers felt more at ease as they saw the water level drop with their own eyes.
There are still mottled dark clouds in the sky, but you can vaguely see the sun's light behind the clouds. After so many days of continuous rain, the sky is finally clearing up.
County Magistrate Gao and his runners waded through the river from the village. The water in the river was still rushing, so County Magistrate Gao directed the runners to find several large trees that had been knocked down on the opposite side of the river. They then chopped them down with axes and saws, carried them to the Qingshui River, and placed them on the collapsed earthen bridge.
After carrying four or five thick tree trunks in a row and piling them side by side on the bridge, a yamen runner carefully stepped onto the bridge and walked slowly towards the other side of the river bank.
The villagers stared at this scene closely until the yamen runner reached the river bank safely. Then they all shouted with joy and prepared to cross the river.
Magistrate Gao shouted from across the river, "Come across one by one, don't rush, be steady."
At this moment, the people of Qingyu Village were particularly obedient. Unlike the night when the flood came, they were in a hurry to escape and squeezed forward regardless of anything.
The elderly man in the family with poor legs and feet was carried across the river by the man in the family. Yu Qizhe took the initiative to walk up to the old woman who sprained her foot and carried her on his back.
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