In the ears, the anxious voices of the boatmen sounded: "Quick, hurry up!"
As if listening to them.
Zhu Feng's two hands holding her hand were also more forceful, the river wind was bitter, and the river water splashed continuously and splashed on their faces, and soon, even the hair became a little wet.
Nanyan was almost pushed back by the wind.
But behind him was Zhu Feng's solid chest.
He seemed to be protecting her like this, letting her face the bitter wind without being really hurt.
With Nan Yan in his chest, she slowly relaxed.
She raised her head, faced the wind, and looked ahead.
Soon, with everyone's hard work, their boat finally sailed away from the vortex in the middle of the river, turned its head slowly, and entered the river.
The magnificent mountains and rivers on both sides of the strait gradually turned into beautiful mountains and rivers.
The scenery of this river course is not the same as before.
The shore is full of flowers and trees, and the river is very clear. You can clearly see the places near the river beach, where the water and grass are lush, and you can even see some fish jumping out of the water, looking cheerful.
The people around breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Ran Xiaoyu suddenly heard angrily saying: "Why are you grabbing me?"
Looking back, it turned out that just now, Ye Zheng grabbed her arm in a panic, but at this moment, Ran Xiaoyu swung her away.
Ye Zheng himself was also a little embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "I missed it."
"snort!"
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing.
But when he looked back, he realized that his hand was still tightly held by Zhu Feng, pressing it against the fence.
She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Your Majesty."
Voice behind: "Huh?"
"never mind."
"Um?"
"Already, it's all right."
"...!"
As if he suddenly came to his senses, he hastily let go of Nan Yan's hand. Nan Yan's face was a little red under the setting sun, and she turned her head to look at him.
But seeing him turn his head away, the tips of his ears seemed to be reddened by the setting sun.
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In the following time, the speed of the ship sailed much faster.
But because the river is not turbulent, the sailing is very smooth, and Zhu Feng's seasickness has almost disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, several days passed.
This morning, as usual, after getting up and freshening up, everyone went to the deck for activities.
The sun is just right.
Even a little hot.
However, they saw a strange sight.
When they were sailing a few days ago, most of the shore was wilderness and there were few people. But today, some people can be seen on both sides of the river.
It seems to be putting river lanterns into the river and praying.
Although it is daytime, the beautiful river lights dotted on the river are still very pleasing to the eye.
Nan Yan was leaning on the fence, watching, and found that on the other side of the deck, some boatmen were placing joss sticks on a divine table, prostrating and praying.
She walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
When the boatmen saw it was her, they were cautious and dared not speak, they only laughed along with her.
Only a young boatman boldly smiled at her and said: "The imperial concubine, the grass people are waiting for you to celebrate your birthday."
"Happy birthday? Whose birthday?"
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva."
"Guanyin?"
Nan Yan looked at him in surprise, and the young boatman smiled and said, "Today's June 19th is the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva."
"..."
"My grandfather said that on this day, we must offer incense to the Bodhisattva and ask him to bless us for safe sailing."
Nan Yan smiled and said, "Alright."
She went forward, took three sticks of incense, and after prostrating, she also inserted them into the incense burner.
Then he looked up at the weather: "It's sunny today, the Bodhisattva will definitely bless us."
The young boatman nodded with a smile.
At this time, a worried voice came from the side, saying: "If the Bodhisattva is willing to bless you, it's okay, I'm afraid that the Bodhisattva will get angry today."
Nan Yan turned her head and saw that it was an older boatman.
Hair and beard are all white.
Nan Yan said: "Old man, what will happen if the Bodhisattva is angry?"
The old boatman glanced at her and was silent for a long time, but his expression became tense, and even his gray beard trembled slightly.
It seemed to recall something terrible.
He said softly: "There will be, Guanyin Bao."
"Avalokitesvara storm?"
Nan Yan frowned.
Before she had time to say anything, the boatmen beside her smiled and said, "Old Ma, you're talking nonsense again."
"That's right, don't lie to the imperial concubine."
"What are you talking about Guanyin storm? Who has seen it in so many years?"
"I'm afraid you made it up."
The old horse looked at them and said solemnly: "It's fine if you don't believe me. But I want to tell you that if you didn't meet them, you were lucky. If you did meet—"
Having said that, he trembled himself.
Turned around and left.
Nan Yan looked at his back and frowned slightly.
The boat sailed very fast, and the time passed quickly like a river. In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
The sunny weather is slowly getting dark.
There are some dark clouds gathering overhead.
And Zhu Feng also arrived on the deck.
Holding the fence with both hands, he focused his eyes on the front. Under the somewhat dark sky, mist gushed out, making it difficult for people to see the scenery ahead.
Nan Yan stood beside him and said softly, "Your Majesty, the front is—"
Zhu Feng said solemnly: "Xingluo Lake."
Following his deep words, the ship slowly sailed into the mist.
What they didn't expect was that the fog was so deep and wide. Once their ship entered the fog, they could hardly see anything, and even the people on the deck who were close at hand became blurred. .
Nan Yan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
At this time, a hand next to him grabbed him tightly.
It's Zhu Feng.
She subconsciously grabbed his hand with her backhand and walked to his side: "Your Majesty!"
"Ahead is Xingluo Lake, we are entering this water."
"Why is there so much fog here?"
"Always been this way."
"Always?"
Nan Yan frowned slightly as she listened: "Have you been here before, Your Majesty?"
Zhu Feng was silent and shook his head: "No."
"Then how do you know?"
"..."
He didn't speak.
Nan Yan subconsciously looked up at him, but saw that stern face, her lips were tightly pursed, as if she wanted to seal something in her heart.
But she recovered immediately.
Zhu Feng knew where Xingluo Lake was, and also knew the general situation here. He even knew that when he entered this water area, there was heavy fog all year round.
He should know about this place.
At least, someone had told him.
who is it
Nan Yan frowned, and when she was thinking, she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing over her.
Soon, the surrounding mist was blown by the wind, passing by in a hurry.
Nan Yan murmured: "The wind is coming."