The two looked at the tributes, looked at each other, and smiled knowingly.
After fighting all night and fleeing all night, some were injured and some were disabled. At least they had to have a meal. No matter if there would be a huge fight next, it was good to die with a full stomach.
Zi'an knelt before the Dragon King and kowtowed, saying, "I am Xia Zi'an, a believer. I encountered a disaster and passed by your place. I am starving. Please give me some food, Dragon King. If I can escape in the future, I will personally send a roasted pig to pay homage to you."
After that, she kowtowed three times, then stood up and proudly tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Murong Jie. Murong Jie looked at her actions, which actually had a bit of a rogue vibe, and couldn't help but smile, "You eat first."
"Eat!" Zi'an stuffed it to his lips, "There's also a chicken leg here."
Murong Jie's injuries were quite serious. After sitting down, it was difficult for him to stand up. He took the chicken leg, but was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, he looked up at Zi'an and stretched out his hand for her to come over.
Zi'an put the bowl with a chicken on the ground, sat down, and sat next to him, asking worriedly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
She reached out and touched his forehead, and was immediately startled to find that his forehead was burning hot.
"I have a fever!"
"Don't worry!" Murong Jie held her hand, moved back a little, and hugged her in his arms. He said hoarsely, "Zi'an, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
"I'm angry." Zi'an gently pushed him away and said sternly, "You actually colluded with Lingli to send me away. You said that you would never hide anything from me in the future."
Murong Jie was just feeling a little sad, but suddenly he was completely wiped out by her question of accusation.
"I was wrong." Murong Jie admitted his mistake honestly.
"I've said before that you and I share the same fate. Don't hide anything from me. Even though you saved me, I will suffer the rest of my life without you. I'd rather not have such a tormenting life. So don't think about how great you are. You are harming me."
Murong Jie sighed softly, "This time, the formation is really in disarray. I didn't expect it."
His eyes became a little dazed, and slowly his body tilted to the side, and he actually fainted.
Outside the temple, there was a burst of lightning and thunder, and a rainstorm was brewing again.
Zi'an started a fire and warmed the two men's clothes. Old Seven's fever had subsided. Fortunately, there was a herb shop outside the Dragon King Temple. He picked some herbs before the rainstorm came. Because they were raw herbs, they did not need to be boiled for a long time. He just put the bowl on the fire for a while, and when the water boiled, he put the herbs in, and it was ready in a moment.
Before Lao Qi woke up, she slowly tore the meat off the chicken legs, collected rain water, and made chicken soup.
When it was almost dawn and the heavy rain was still falling, Murong Jie woke up.
He tilted his head and watched Zi'an busying herself in front of the fire in silence. He smelled the aroma of chicken soup and knew that she had torn the chicken into pieces to make chicken soup.
Even though they were stranded in the wilderness, this skillful woman could still make delicious chicken soup. If she hadn't been injured and hadn't been pursued by the enemy, he would have thought they were out for fun.
"Awake?" When Zi'an turned around, she saw him open a pair of dark eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief, her hair fell down, covering the wound on her forehead. The scar rope was tied around her arms, like a rough snake, but it made people feel majestic.
"Are you feeling better?" Zi'an took the clothes over. Last night, all the clothes were dried in turn. He dried the outer clothes first, then took off the inner clothes and continued to dry them. Now he was only wearing the outer clothes, and the inner clothes had just been dried.
"Didn't you dry your clothes last night?" Murong Jie's voice was hoarse as if he had a high fever.
"I sat by the fire and dried myself." Zi'an helped him up. "Does the wound hurt?"
"fine!"
"I made soup, drink it quickly!" Zi'an brought the soup over, blew on it, and put it to his lips.
Murong Jie took two sips from her hand, then frowned and said, "It tastes weird, you try it."
Zi'an was startled, "Is it rotten?"
She took a sip and found it still very sweet, so she said, "It hasn't changed."
"Drink again!" Murong Jie looked at her and said.
Zi'an took another sip, but still couldn't taste anything strange.
"It doesn't have any strange taste, drink it quickly." Zi'an said.
Murong Jie said: "I don't think it tastes good, I won't drink it."
Zi'an was stunned. "What delicious food can be made in this desolate mountain?"
"I don't like drinking anyway, so drink it."
Zi'an looked at his expression and understood. She drank a few sips silently and then handed it to him, "You have to drink it even if you don't like it."
Murong Jie saw that she had taken several sips, and then he was willing to drink the rest.
It was already past midnight, and they had no idea what had happened since they left last night.
However, only now can the two of them sit together soberly and talk about what happened after they separated.
"You mean, you were captured by the Seventh Prince?" Zi'an thought of the gloomy Seventh Prince. For some reason, he didn't find it strange at all.
"Yes!" Murong Jie told her how to escape and punish the Seventh Prince. "Now, the prefect of Zhaozhou will send him back to the capital. I think he is not the emperor's blood, so I will first order people to investigate what Concubine Yi did before and after his birth."
"Why would there be such a suspicion?" Zi'an was stunned.
"Intuition, an intuition that comes from the blood of the Murong family." Murong Jie's answer was a little perfunctory. Naturally, he knew something about Concubine Yi's past.
Zi'an was not interested in such things, so he just asked, "How did you know Qin Zhouzi would come? How did you notify her after you escaped and caught up with her?"
"Qin Zhou was originally going to chase in that direction, but A Jing prompted her to chase in the east. When Bei Mo and Da Zhou were confronting each other, A Jing had actually infiltrated Da Zhou and was very familiar with some of Da Zhou's terrain. So, Qin Zhou sent one group to chase in that direction, and then another group to chase in the east. She personally led the team in the east and let A Jing set off first. I met A Jing in Zhaozhou. When we inquired in Zhaozhou, we found out that someone had an impression of you. Even the people at the dock knew you, knew where you were going, and had a rough idea of your speed. So, A Jing and I split up into two groups. I caught up with you first and protected you, while he went back to inform Qin Zhou and asked him to speed up. When the storm came ashore, A Jing sent someone to inform me that a large group of people would arrive around midnight. So, I told you that we would take action at midnight, but I didn't expect that he would give you an abortion drug, forcing me to take action in advance."
After hearing this, Zi'an was stunned. "Qin Zhou always does this for me. I really don't know what I can do for her."
"Maybe she just wants you to be well." Murong Jie's eyes were like black stars, shining.
Zi'an listened to the heavy rain outside. The wind and rain were so fierce, but there was always someone to shelter her from the wind and rain. Xia Zi'an, how happy are you
(End of this chapter)