The thunder sounded several times, and the pouring rain poured down, almost pouring the two of them into chicken soup.
Ye Yang was already feeling cold, but the dense icy rain almost took away the rest of the heat on his body. His lips were blue from the cold, and he couldn't stop shaking. Stepping on the air and sliding down, he was worried that he would fall off the horse, and if he was in the rainstorm for a long time at this temperature, he felt that they would not be able to last long.
Now they urgently need to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, otherwise they will be frozen to death in the rain before Shen Shaoheng can find them.
Feng Luan has been closely behind him, looking at him with inexpressible concern.
Yunyang's body is weaker, and it is more difficult to support it for a long time in the rain, but in the hunting ground, except under the trees, he really doesn't know where to hide, and they have been gone for a long time, just when Ye Yang felt that Feng Luan might become When the first emperor froze to death on the hunting ground, he faintly saw a broken wall in the shadow of the trees in front of him, so Ma'er walked in to take a look, only to realize that it was actually a broken temple.
He was a little surprised and couldn't figure out why there was a broken temple in the royal hunting ground, but Feng Luan had already opened his mouth to clear his doubts, saying: "I heard that there were people living together outside the hunting ground, and this temple may have been left after they moved out. , but I've never been here before... This is the first time I know that there is such a place in the hunting ground."
No matter what the source of the ruined temple was, it was the only place they could find to shelter from the rain, even if they told him that the temple was haunted, Ye Yang had to go in. He and Feng Luan tied their horses under the corridor, water leaked everywhere in the ruined temple, and they managed to find a place that was still intact, but their situation was not much better.
The wet clothes were attached to their bodies, and Ye Yang was still shivering from the cold. They had nothing to make a fire, and no light source. After the rain, the sky was dim, and they couldn't even see the situation in the ruined temple. Ye Yang could only search for I have one of the few wilderness survival knowledge in my head, but I don't know where I should start.
Feng Luan was very worried.
He was close to Ye Yang, so he could roughly see Ye Yang's current situation. When he saw Ye Yang shaking all over, he subconsciously reached out to hold Ye Yang's hand, and felt that the hands were really terrifying, and Ye Yang's voice was when he spoke. Trembling, he couldn't hold back his soft low cough, his voice was weak, and even when he shook his hand back, those hands obviously didn't have much strength. With his current state, it might be a problem to hold on for another half an hour.
Feng Luan is really rare
At this moment of panic, he was almost at a loss, and he could only rummage around in the ruined temple with the last glimmer of hope. After all, this is an abandoned temple, and there may be something that can be used to make a fire in the temple.
His luck is indeed good.
He took out a package from under the table in front of the statue. I don't know who put it here, and there were some flint and fire boxes in it. It was the first time he used this thing. The fire zhezi blew up, and it was only then that the situation in the broken temple could be seen clearly.
A little further in, there is a fire that has been extinguished. It seems that the time will not be too long. The fire is half burned, and there are still some withered firewood on the side. Although I don’t know why there are these things here, but at this time He didn't think too much about it, he squatted by the fire, trying to make a fire.
Ye Yang felt that he had the experience of having a picnic in the mountains when he was young, and he wanted to take over to help, but his hands were shaking so badly that he could hardly even hold the fire book, and in the end he could only stand by the side. Luan provided technical guidance, but the dry grass and firewood were damp, and the fire did not start. Instead, countless white smoke came out, causing the two of them to cough.
Feng Luan was flustered, he tried several times, and when the fire rose, his hanging heart just fell, but he turned to look at Ye Yang, and just now he was still behind him, mumbling and teaching him how to make a fire Ye Yang was sleepy leaning against the wall, his face was gray, and he was startled. He had no experience in emergency situations like this, so he could only try his instincts, he simply hugged Ye Yang from the wall and directly. Start to unbutton his soaked clothes.
Ye Yang was just drowsy anyway, he was still a little conscious, Feng Luan suddenly hugged him without saying a word, and wanted to take off his clothes, he was frightened and wanted to pat Kai Feng Luan's hand, coughed a few times, and asked, "What are you doing! "
Feng Luan said: "You take off your wet clothes first."
The fire has risen, he should take off the wet clothes to dry, but it is always strange to let others help him undress... Ye Yang muttered that he wanted to do it himself, he reached out to untie the front of the clothes, but his His fingers were frozen stiff, and it took a lot of effort to untie the knot. He wanted to try again, but Feng Luan had already held his hand, as if holding back his anger, and said, "Don't verb: move."
Ye Yang: "..."
How could he forget!
Rainy night! Destroy the temple! Wet clothes!
Isn't this the classic plot of the protagonist's emotional growth in romance novels!
Next, it's time to hold it for warmth, right? !
No, he didn't want to hug this dog emperor for warmth.
Ye Yang held Feng Luan's hand and struggled as hard as he could, saying:
: "I, I, I said, I'll do it myself!"
But now he seems to have lost most of his strength, the struggle was like a joke, Feng Luan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took off his robe directly. Appearance, hesitating for a moment, at least he did not continue, and turned to take off Ye Yang's riding boots. Ye Yang had been reluctant to give up struggling, and he thought in his mind - after returning, in addition to the long-distance running in the imperial garden, it seems that ironing is also a good thing. It's time to arrange.
What's so good about being a beauty, he wants to change back to the one who pulled the weeping willow!
Feng Luan took off his shoes and socks, and baked them by the fire together with his coat. He took off his robe, and when he looked back, he saw Ye Yang staring at him, his white feet touching the ground, his face pale. Embarrassed, he asked him, "That... Your Majesty... can you bring me some clothes..."
The ground is full of gravel and weeds. Looking closely, there are many small bugs crawling around. He is a little scared, and he doesn't really want to step on the ground directly. It was too far away for him to reach, so he had to ask for help in embarrassment, and suddenly felt that his words were pitiful, and it really didn't look like his style.
He saw that Feng Luan was still standing beside the fire, and his eyes stopped on his slender white legs rolled up at the bottom of his trousers.
Now that he is finally out of danger, he seems to have recovered at this moment—
The beauty's clothes were soaked wet, half of the fabric was clinging to his body, her fair skin was looming under her clothes, her black hair, which had been partially loose due to the galloping horse, was stuck to the side of her face, and the droplets of water slid down his cheeks and down his neck, sliding into sex. Among the folded clothes, Feng Luan's eyes slowly lowered, and he saw that the wet clothes outline his thin collarbone, and there was a hint of seductiveness on his chest.
Ye Yang didn't know what Feng Luan was looking at. He brewed words, coughed, and said again: "You... what are you looking at, what are you thinking about with a slumped belly all day long, hurry up and bring some clothes over."
Feng Luan: "..."
Feng Luan raised his eyes and pretended that he had never seen anything. He pulled a piece of clothing and threw it over. He turned his head to look at the fire, and stopped looking back. Fire a little more vigorously.
The flames in front of him were beating, like his heart, restless.
The eaves of the broken temple were falling down, and every sound seemed to ripple in his heart. He suddenly wanted to talk to Ye Yang. He thought of his father, mother and concubine, and all the past he had experienced. He never thought about it. I've told others about it, but now...
He couldn't look back, he just stared at the
Firelight, whispered softly: "Yunyang, I..."
Xu was that his voice was too low, and Ye Yang didn't seem to be listening. Instead, he asked him suspiciously, "Aren't you taking off your shoes and roasting your feet?"
Feng Luan: "..."
He looked back silently, and glanced at Ye Yang silently.
"Why are your eyes staring there?" Ye Yang said, "It's so cold outside, don't you panic?"
Feng Luan: "..."
Feng Luan still did not speak.
Ye Yang looked at him for a moment and felt that he understood.
This dog emperor should not take off his shoes because he thinks his feet stink
"Okay, it's all from big men, I understand." Ye Yang said seriously, "My feet have been stuffy in my boots all day, but I don't dislike your foot odor either."
Feng Luan: "I..."
Ye Yang: "Just take it off, what are you afraid of?"
Feng Luan said: "..."
Feng Luan threw the dead branches in his hand into the fire, stood up with no expression, turned his head and walked to the door of the broken temple, refusing to speak to him.
"Hey." Ye Yang stunned, "The young man is quite shy."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and hooked the clothes Feng Luan had thrown over with his toes. When he stepped on it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Wait, this is Feng Luan's clothes, right
Does he use the dragon robe as a foot pad
Feng Luan wouldn't kill him after thinking about it, would he
Ye Yang was trembling, still stepping on the clothes with his toes, and carefully avoiding the dragon pattern on the placket. He did not ask Feng Luan to come back, but waited on tiptoe for a while, and suddenly heard a familiar sound from the system.
He raised his head and saw the small red letter -1 appearing on Feng Luan's body.
Less favors less favors! He finally fell in love!
Ye Yang stared at Feng Luan's back, thinking about the reason why Feng Luan lost his favor at the moment. He thought about it and there was only one reason. The young man was quite shy and didn't dare to take off his shoes. , but couldn't pull himself back.
At this moment, Feng Luan must have hoped that he would open his mouth to call him back to bake the fire and give him a step down, but if he did not speak, Feng Luan would definitely continue to lose his favor!
It must be so!
Ye Yang closed his mouth tightly and decided to treat Feng Luan as nothing happened. After Feng Luan's favorability dropped back to the safety line, he would call Feng Luan back.
After he waited for more than a quarter of an hour, a small red letter of -1 appeared on Feng Luan's body again.
Ye Yang was about to applaud his perfect plan, but the speed of losing his favor was too slow, the ghost knows when he will have to wait.
He wanted to wait a little longer, but
Luan turned his head back.
Ye Yang said, "Why? Aren't you shy?"
But Feng Luan looked serious, and didn't mean to joke with him at all, but just hurriedly said to him, "Is someone coming from outside?"
Ye Yang was startled: "Is the forbidden army here?"
Feng Luan shook his head.
"Looking at the clothes it's not the forbidden army, there should be other people in the hunting ground." Feng Luan picked up a piece of clothing, put it on Ye Yang, wrapped his body tightly, and set his eyes on the burning fire at the moment. , Feng Mei frowned slightly, and said, "Have you ever thought about why there is a fire in this ruined temple?"
The author has something to say: what do you think about all day long with a slumped belly: what do you think about all day long without speaking
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