Zi'an's feelings towards Qin Zhou are very complicated. Naturally, she is very sure that she has not been turned gay by Qin Zhou, and she also believes that Qin Zhou has that kind of intention towards her.
Her attitude towards Qin Zhou could perhaps be described by a line of lyrics she had heard in modern times: more than friends, but less than lovers.
It’s not because Qin Zhou has done so much for her, but because she really admires Qin Zhou’s character and the way he does things.
She seldom admires someone like this.
"It's raining so hard, can Qin Zhou come?" Zi'an asked after a moment of silence.
Murong Jie remembered that it had started raining heavily after he escaped last night. If Qin Zhou's boat came down, even if it was a storm, they would have to move forward in the rain, and then speed up to get here ashore to take shelter from the rain.
However, it is hard to say whether there will be any unexpected delays.
As long as there are no accidents, Qin Zhou will arrive on time at his marching speed.
"Maybe there will be a slight delay." Murong Jie said.
He propped himself up, walked outside and took a look. The rain was still heavy, but the sky was getting light, so it should be dawn soon.
The rain was so heavy that Murong Jie frowned secretly, fearing that Qin Zhou might not be able to come.
If Qin Zhou can't come, this town is so small that Lao Ba will definitely find him.
He was injured, and Zi'an didn't know any martial arts, so relying on Scarface alone would always result in him not being able to take care of things.
"Qin Zhou probably won't be able to come." Zi'an stood up and walked to his side and said.
Murong Jie comforted him, "Don't worry, Qin Zhou is used to marching. If it can't be reached by water, we can still come by land. It will just be a slight delay."
Zi'an didn't know how to get there by land. However, the water route was straight down, while the land route required climbing over mountains and crossing ridges. Even if he could get there, it would not be possible to get there in a day or two.
"How far is it by land?"
Murong Jie calculated, "If it weren't for the heavy rain, we could get there in a day or two."
"If it rains so heavily that the roads are almost indistinguishable, it will probably take three or four days, right?"
Murong Jie didn't say anything, which was tantamount to his agreement.
Qin Zhou must have traveled on water, but if he encountered a storm, he would go ashore to avoid the wind. If he took the land route, he would have to climb over several mountains and it would be a long journey. In such weather with lightning, thunder, and heavy rain, three or four days is indeed a conservative estimate.
Zi'an helped him walk back and checked his wound again.
The wound was big and deep, and I lost a lot of blood, but it didn't become inflamed and the fever went down. It's really a miracle.
Zi'an walked around the Dragon King Temple and found that there was a back hall.
She went in to take a look, then came out and said in surprise, "This Dragon King Temple is really strange. There are such big medicinal herbs growing at the entrance. Moreover, it seems that other than medicinal herbs, no other grass grows. Moreover, there is a small kitchen at the back, as if someone lives here on a daily basis."
And he discovered that there was a small kitchen at the back, with a lot of dry firewood piled up, all chopped and neatly arranged. There were also all kinds of pots, pans, and even rice in the rice jar.
"Maybe there was someone guarding the temple in the past." Murong Jie didn't think it was strange. Temples with a lot of incense usually have people guarding them. It's just that perhaps a heavy rainstorm came, and the people guarding it went home first.
"I'm going out to collect herbs first, you wait here for me."
Zi'an took a raincoat from behind the Dragon King statue, and Murong Jie took it with one hand, "It's raining so hard, you don't have to go, I'll go."
"How do you know what medicine you need? It's okay. It's just two steps away. Just watch me at the door."
After Zi'an finished speaking, he took the raincoat, put it on and went out.
After returning from collecting herbs, I made some porridge with the rice in the rice jar, then soaked the herbs in water and waited until I had eaten the porridge before decocting the herbs again.
After eating porridge and taking medicine, Zi'an walked to the door and found that the sky was still the same as before, not getting brighter and the rain was not weakening.
This time, even Zi'an noticed something was wrong. "The rain seems to be the same as last night, except that the sky is a little brighter. However, it was like this an hour ago."
Murong Jie dragged himself up and saw that the situation outside was exactly the same as before. He became suspicious and felt as if time had stood still.
"This may be a good thing. At least, with such heavy rain, no one can find this place." Murong Jie said.
Zi'an smiled and nodded, "No, indeed, God is helping us."
Zi'an sat back and continued to light a fire, and the two of them sat in front of the fire to keep warm.
The weather wasn't actually that cold, but because it was raining and both of them had been wet, the cold air accumulated and they felt cold. Murong Jie was especially injured and it would not be good to keep cold, so they built a fire.
Murong Jie's arms were injured, but he still insisted on holding her in his arms. Zi'an gently leaned her head on his shoulder.
"The ancestor is back." Zi'an raised his head slightly, "There's no need to worry about anything in the capital."
Murong Jie's grip tightened a little, "Yeah!"
He looked at the fire and felt as if his heart was being roasted by the fire. All this should not have happened. He had just hardened his heart, but he didn't expect that others would be one step faster than him.
There were some decisions he should have made earlier.
If something happens to Zi'an this time, what's the point of him being alive
After so many lessons, why does he always have hope
Husband and wife are of the same mind. Zi'an knew that he was upset, but didn't know how to comfort him. She was different from Lao Qi. Her so-called relatives were not real relatives. If he was really her biological father, she might not have been so cruel to Xia Huaijun.
"Oh, I've met Sun Fang'er. Now Linlin and the old prince are trying to cure her of the poison. Once she recovers, they will be able to cure the same fate poison."
"Okay." Murong Jie just responded again and said nothing.
After several hours, the rain showed no signs of stopping, but got heavier.
Moreover, the sky never brightened up. On the contrary, it became darker and darker, as if night had begun again.
Two thousand Northern Desert soldiers entered Qingzhou, quickly took control of the Qingzhou government in the name of regent, and began a city-wide search.
After two days and two nights of heavy rain, Qingzhou seemed to be completely renewed. The sky was so clean that it was almost transparent, without even a trace of cloud.
In the evening, Ajing walked quickly into the yamen.
"Prince, I have heard that someone who looks like Prince Nan Huai has stayed at Xixian Inn. One of them looks like the princess. She got into a fight last night and someone rescued her. According to the description of the innkeeper, he should be the prince."
"Have you asked at the dock? Has King Nan Huai left?" Qin Zhou was dressed in a green brocade robe, like a man, with a stern face.
"Replying to the Prince, I have already asked, and only a few merchants left from Qingzhou Wharf today."
"So, the person is still in Qingzhou." Qin Zhou pondered for a moment, looking at the trembling Qingzhou prefect next to him, "Sir, send a few people with our county's soldiers to search the city. Anyone who is suspicious will be arrested first. If there are any martial artists who obstruct us, report back to the county immediately."
(End of this chapter)