The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the strong wind mixed with heavy rain hit my face, which was extremely painful.
Murong Jie held her in his arms and let her bury her face in his chest, while he held the reins and continued to run.
The pursuers finally caught up. Murong Jie asked Zi'an to stay on the horse while he flew out with the Scar Rope in his hand. No one knew how long the fight lasted. In short, when Murong Jie flew back to the horse, he had a few more scars.
They continued to flee, and finally, the pursuers gradually got farther away, and the sound of horse hooves was no longer heard. Perhaps, the heavy rain blinded them and made it impossible for the pursuers to distinguish the direction.
Murong Jie finally collapsed and was on the verge of falling. He tightened the reins to slow the horse down, but he himself could not hold on and fell off the horse.
Zi'an fell down with him, but she was on top of Murong Jie.
She quickly got up, gently patted Murong Jie's face, and asked anxiously: "Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother, how are you?"
The sky and the earth were pitch black. She could not see Lao Qi's injuries, nor could she hear his answer. She reached out her trembling hand to feel his breath.
He was still breathing, but his pulse was slow and weak.
Zi'an's heart stagnated and she wiped her face, not knowing whether it was tears or rain. She felt extremely desperate.
The only light now came from lightning, but there had been no lightning since the rain began.
She leaned over, kissed Murong Jie's cold lips, and said in a trembling voice: "I won't let you die, don't even think about leaving us."
She fished out the needle bag and began to feel his injuries.
She can select acupuncture points very accurately. She does not need light and can select acupuncture points based on the feel of her hands.
He had wounds on his arms, abdomen, and feet. After she gave him acupuncture to stop the bleeding, she began to tear off her outer clothes to bandage his wounds.
There was no medicine to take, and it was raining so heavily without any shelter. He was also seriously injured, and he would probably have a high fever tonight.
She took off her coat and tried to hold it up to shield him from the rain, but what good was a coat in such a downpour
Moreover, Murong Jie was lying in a relatively low position. The rainwater flowed down from the mountain, but the water flowed slowly from the bottom, so a pool of rainwater accumulated under his body. He was sleeping in the water.
Zi'an wanted to shield her from all the wind and rain, just like when they fought in the inn just now, he placed her by the window to block all the swords for her.
But she couldn't do anything.
She sat on the ground and lifted him up with all her strength, letting his head rest on her thighs, then bent over and hugged him, shielding him from the rain and strong wind.
In the second half of the night, the rain stopped, but the wind was still strong. Murong Jie was shivering all over, and Zi'an himself was shivering with cold. Although the direction of the sky was unclear, Zi'an knew that he could not continue to wait here to die.
Fortunately, Murong Jie regained some consciousness, and Zi'an whispered in his ear: "Seventh Brother, I don't have enough strength to carry you onto the horse. I'll support you, and then you can do it yourself, okay?"
Murong Jie responded vaguely. When Zi'an helped him up, he also tried hard and failed to get on the horse's back after several attempts. Instead, he fell several times, which worsened his injuries.
Murong Jie was much more awake. He opened his eyes slightly and said to Zi'an weakly, "Hurry up. Qin Zhou will arrive here around midnight. Hide and wait for Qin Zhou to arrive. Then find Qin Zhou..."
"Let's go together. I won't abandon you." Zi'an said firmly.
"No, you'll just be a burden if you bring me along. Go away." Murong Jie pushed her hand away.
Zi'an's eyes turned red. "I can get away, but if you die, do you think I can still survive?"
Murong Jie managed to stand still. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he could hear the sobs in her voice. He reached out his hand, wiped her face, and said softly, "Be obedient. Our child is the most important. The child can be without a father, but must have a mother."
Zi'an felt that the abdominal pain was unbearable, and he felt even more sad. "I'm afraid that this child may not be saved. Seventh brother, we are husband and wife, and we advance and retreat together. If we die, we die together. If we die, we die together."
When I watched TV dramas in the past and saw scenes like this, I always felt they were fake.
However, when you really have someone you love deeply in your heart, and that person happens to love you like this, you will feel that it is not false at all. On the contrary, you really think and do this.
When Murong Jie heard that the child might not be saved, he felt sad. Thinking of the suffering Zi'an had endured and that the child might die at the hands of King Nan Huai, he felt hatred in his heart. He grabbed the reins tightly, turned over and got on the horse.
He said hoarsely, "Well, as you said, we will live together, and die together. No, we will never die."
With such tenacity in his heart, he grabbed Zi'an's wrist with one hand and pulled her up.
The horse began to walk slowly, and because there was no rain but only strong wind, the horse walked much more steadily, at least it was not rushing around.
As I walked, I saw a house in front of me with a lantern lit at the door.
"Look, there is a house ahead. Let's go over and stay there for the night!" Zi'an pointed to the place where the light was coming from ahead and said in surprise.
Because it was pitch black, I couldn't tell where the light in front was. However, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a heavy rain was coming, so I had to find a place to shelter from the rain.
The two men rode over and found that this was not a home but a Dragon King Temple.
The exterior wall is made of green stone bricks, and there is a soaring golden dragon on the left and right of the vermilion door. There are two small stone lions at the door. There are not many of them, but they are particularly majestic, especially the two eyes, which seem to emit red light under the reflection of the lantern at the door.
Zi'an slid off the horse first, and then Murong Jie slowly got off. Both of them were injured and walked in with broken bodies.
The door was ajar and Zi'an pushed it open.
"Is anyone there?" Zi'an shouted, but the only answer she got was the whistling sound of the wind.
"anyone there?"
The two of them went in and asked as they went along, but they didn't see anyone there.
The Dragon King Temple is not big. There are eight lanterns hanging on the wall, lighting up the hall.
There is a statue of the Dragon King placed in the center of the main hall, but this statue is a little strange. Most statues of the Dragon King are in the shape of humans, but this statue is indeed a flying dragon with flames spewing out of its mouth.
When Murong Jie looked at the statue of the Dragon King, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
"There is no one here, but there are so many tributes!" Zi'an pointed at the altar.
Murong Jie took a look and saw chicken, fruit, tea, and buns.
"I'm afraid it's because of this storm that the fishermen came here to worship the Dragon King and pray that the storm will subside soon." Murong Jie said.
In coastal and riverside areas, people who rely on water transportation for their livelihood all believe in the Dragon King and Mazu. Therefore, it is reasonable for them to offer tributes and worship when a storm comes.
(End of this chapter)