puff.
Blood overflowed and splattered on Qingyue's face, but she didn't even blink. She dug hard with the tip of the dagger. Feng Ling groaned in coma, but the arrowhead was dug out at once, and blood splattered at the same time. Qingyue quickly spat the herbs in her mouth on the wound to stop the bleeding.
The blood was red, which made Qing Yue breathe a sigh of relief, as it meant that the bow and arrow was not poisonous.
Qing Yue crushed the cranesbill into mud and covered the wound with it until the bleeding stopped. Qing Yue finally collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
Feng Ling was only unconscious, but still breathing, which made Qing Yue feel a little relieved. However, the more dangerous stage was not over yet. With such a serious wound, although the arrowhead was dug out, he would definitely have a high fever for the next night. If he could make it through, he would be fine when he woke up. If he couldn't make it...
No, Qingyue shook her head, I won’t be unable to get through it...
It was gray outside and it was almost evening.
The clothes on her and Feng Ling were soaked and stained with blood, which made them extremely uncomfortable to wear. She could bear it, but Feng Ling couldn't. He couldn't wear wet clothes.
So Qing Yue gritted her teeth and immediately stepped forward to take off Feng Ling's outer shirt, undershirt and trousers. Fortunately, he was lying next to the fire, so it wasn't that cold.
She hung his clothes on branches and let the fire dry them.
Qing Yue took a look at the broken clay pots thrown there. They were covered in dust and dirt, and looked very dirty.
If Feng Ling had a high fever at night, he would need to replenish water, so she had to clean the broken clay pot, and then boil hot water to wipe his body or replenish his water.
Qing Yue stood up, took two earthenware jars and walked out of the cave.
This time Qing Yue was out for a long time. When she came back, she was dripping with water from head to toe, but the two earthenware jars in her hands were washed very clean and filled with clean mountain spring water. She also held a lot of herbs in her hands.
If Feng Ling opened his eyes at this moment and saw Qing Yue like this, he would not know how heartbroken he would feel.
So embarrassing.
The clothes on his body were clinging to his body, and his hair was a mess.
Qing Yue didn't care at all. She immediately set up a tree stand, put the clay pot on it, and started to burn the fire.
I tested the temperature of Feng Ling and it wasn't burning yet.
After everything was ready, Qing Yue trembled as she approached the fire and began to warm herself.
It was completely dark outside, and the cave was blocked by branches. If she wanted to go out, she only needed to move the branches to the side to reveal an exit for one person. It would be completely invisible from the outside, and the rain outside covered up all traces, so it was relatively safe for the two of them.
Qing Yue glanced at Feng Ling and knew that he would not wake up now. She gritted her teeth and finally took off her outer shirt, leaving only a pink shirt.
In the light of the fire, her skin was as white as ice and as smooth as cream.
After a while, the water in the earthenware pot boiled, and Qingyue switched to another pot. When her clothes were almost half dry, she quickly put them back on and used the torn hem of her skirt to dip in hot water to wipe Feng Ling's cheeks and body.
Originally, Qing Yue was a doctor, and doctors didn't care about gender, but for some reason, the scene of Feng Ling protecting her kept flashing through her mind...
It's not just that scene.
There was a scene when she came out of Nanjiao Temple, stood on the steps and saw him waiting there.
There were also sharp arrows flying towards him, he protected her, but he himself was pierced by the arrow.
There is also the scene where Crazy Horse falls off a cliff, but he grabs her waist and tries to throw her out.
At that time, she grabbed his arm with her backhand, and he opened his eyes wide in shock when he fell off the cliff...
Qing Yue chuckled softly. It was rare for her to see Feng Ling lose his composure like that.
Qing Yue wiped Feng Ling's body bit by bit with the gauze in her hand. For some reason, her ears felt hot.
Feng Ling's figure is indeed very good, especially the touch under her hands.
Qingyue, wake up. Feng Ling's life or death is uncertain. What are you thinking about?
Qing Yue scolded herself, then she put on a serious face and started to work seriously. After she finished wiping Feng Ling's body, she carefully wet his lips with a leaf dipped in water. After doing this dozens of times, Qing Yue was exhausted.
The rain outside was getting heavier, occasionally accompanied by bursts of thunder.
Qingyue added a few pieces of dry firewood to the fire, feeling worried.
She didn't know what had happened to Zhong Wu and the others, nor did she know how long it would take for Feng Ling's men to find this place. The heavy rain blocked the assassins' tracks, and naturally blocked her tracks as well.
After finishing everything, Qing Yue suddenly felt exhausted and realized that she was in great pain all over her body.
She leaned against a big rock next to Feng Ling, thinking of closing her eyes and resting for a while. She couldn't fall down because she still had to take care of Feng Ling. If she fell down, what would Feng Ling do?
Confused, Qing Yue seemed to have fallen into a dream.
In her dream, she returned to her childhood and saw her father, mother, and her eldest and second brothers...
The person who accompanied her became Feng Ling.
Feng Ling was very handsome at that time, not yet as cold as he was later. He was a young man with a clear mind and a bright face like jade. He became the person she liked.
"Feng Ling, I'm Qing Yue. Can I marry you when I grow up?"
She saw herself with her chin raised, smiling shamelessly, her eyes and eyebrows full of pride and wantonness, like a shining little sun.
She saw the young man Feng Ling standing before her, dressed in brocade, with an elegant demeanor like flowing clouds. His beautiful eyes, hidden beneath thick brows and eyelashes, shone with a shimmering brilliance. However, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "No, I prefer the eldest daughter of the Qin family."
brush.
call!
Qing Yue opened her eyes suddenly, feeling dazed and with a sense of emptiness in her heart. She was awakened by the fright.
She actually had such a ridiculous dream?
Qingyue felt very complicated, how could she?
But at this moment, a faint voice came from my ears.
"cold."
"It's so cold..."
Qing Yue suddenly turned around and saw Feng Ling's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was curled up, as if he was enduring great pain.
She was startled and quickly reached out to touch Feng Ling's forehead, which was burning hot!
Feng Ling indeed had a high fever.
Qing Yue hurriedly soaked the torn hem of her skirt in water and put it on his forehead in an attempt to cool him down, and then covered Feng Ling with the dried clothes.
Fortunately, the wound on his chest was covered with medicinal herbs and bandaged with a gauze skirt. Even if Feng Ling moved, the wound did not burst.
"Cold, so cold..."
Outside, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring. When I looked up, it was pitch black.
Inside the cave, the only thing left was the pile of firewood in front of them, emitting a scorching glow.
However, there was not much dry firewood in the cave, and it had been burning for quite some time. They were afraid that it would go out at any time. It was raining so heavily outside that they could not go out to look for dry firewood. Once the fire went out, they did not know how to spend the night.
It was early autumn and the nights were very cold.
"It's so cold..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
