She couldn't remember clearly, but she knew that the tears at this moment were extremely strange and very real.
Tears gradually dried on her fingertips, she was stunned for a while, gathered up the last bit of strength, wanted to move the corpse and move Ning Yi underneath, she didn't want to waste time crying before she was sure whether Ning Yi was really dead.
If it is confirmed that he is dead, she will not waste time crying, he, Chunyu, and hundreds of guards who died, those lives - she has too many things to do.
As soon as the hand was stretched out, someone suddenly said lazily with a hoarse voice: "When will you come to touch me?"
Feng Zhiwei's hands froze in the air, and when he realized it, he clenched into a fist and landed on the chest below him lightly.
With an "Ouch", Ning Yi said with a smile in his tone, "What a vicious woman."
He asked again: "What were you doing for a long time when you posted?"
Feng Zhiwei pursed his lips and remained silent, feeling that the body under him was already icy cold, presumably Ning Yi had already killed him when he fell, so he used him as a meat pad, he relaxed, and asked, "Are you not injured? "
"It's okay." Ning Yi said, "It seems that he just twisted his foot."
"Didn't you break your brain?"
Ning Yi glanced at her in surprise, thinking that this woman herself looked like she had broken her brain and wanted to hurt her, then suddenly thought of the tone of her calling him with trembling voice just now, his heart softened, and he answered honestly: "Yes. .”
"That's good." Feng Zhi smiled, and fell headlong into his arms, "I can finally faint..."
When Feng Zhiwei woke up, she only felt sore all over, as if she had gone through a protracted long-distance trek, or just had a big fight with ten thousand people in her dream.
She was in a daze, sleeping there in a daze, and felt warm on her body, and looked down at Ning Yi's outer robe covering her body.
The sun above had already risen, but when it reached the bottom of the cliff, there was only faint and hazy light left. Ning Yi was sitting opposite her, wearing only his middle coat, and he was adjusting his breath with his eyes closed. .
Feng Zhiwei turned her eyes around, feeling that the place she stayed in was different from last night, the straw mat under her body was soft, and the flowing water was not far away, she didn't know how Ning Yi hurt her foot, how did she get this good girl here.
Could it be that they dragged their feet here? Feng Zhiwei hurriedly checked her body around, fearing that there would be countless scratches.
She was busy making many noises there, Ning Yi on the opposite side had already been awakened, opened his eyes, listened to the nervous little movements of the woman opposite, couldn't help but smile, thinking that a woman is a woman, very contradictory The human race can be calm when the mind is strong, but it will never forget to care about some of the most trivial and useless little things.
He smiled slightly and looked at her eyes with a tenderness that he didn't realize.
He thought about how she asked those two sentences soberly and calmly before, and made sure that he was fine before she fainted in his arms. It made people dumbfounded, but also felt a little distressed—such a persevering woman!
Thinking of her being so light and soft in my arms when she fainted, completely letting go of the usual gentle surface and the coldness that is thousands of miles away, she is as light and delicate as a peach blossom, and there is a kind of rebirth when she is in court. Unable to have a special style, he couldn't help it for a while...
Ning Yi's face turned slightly red for a moment.
Coincidentally, Feng Zhiwei who raised his head saw him, and said, "Are you awake? Huh, your expression is a bit strange."
Ning Yi touched his face, and it returned to normal within a moment, he smiled and said, "Is there?"
Feng Zhiwei looked at His Highness King Chu's face in admiration, thinking that this kind of person doesn't need a mask, he blush if he wants to, and he doesn't blush if he doesn't.
"Where are we?" She asked quietly, "In the storybook, the main character wakes up in the cave after falling off the cliff, and then there is a raging fire."
"Not all cliffs have holes, and not all people are so coincidentally carrying fire pockets." Ning Yi couldn't help laughing, "Especially when others are still searching for you, are you stupid to light a fire?"
Feng Zhi smiled, sat up and said, "Is your foot injured seriously?"
"fine."
Feng Zhiwei had already passed by, helped him take off his boots, and said, "We still have to deal with it, otherwise it's even worse that we won't be able to walk."
She carefully pressed Ning Yi's swollen ankle, her gestures were gentle and firm, and Ning Yi leaned against the rock, half-closed his eyes and seemed to be very comfortable, and suddenly said: "You seem to have learned it? It's better than the techniques in my house. "
Feng Zhi smiled, and said: "Mother fought in the battlefield in the early years, she suffered from old injuries and illnesses, and she would have flare-ups on rainy days, so I learned this since I was a child."
Ning Yi didn't speak, and said for a while, "Madam Feng is not easy."
He didn't seem to want to talk more about this topic, he lay lazily halfway, feeling the lightness of his fingers, warm and ironing, his heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, wandering comfortably, intoxicated, when he suddenly heard the woman say: "Okay." Can't help but open his eyes, surprised: "So fast?"
Feng Zhi smiled sweetly, "I'm sorry that I don't have those who are considerate, gentle and meticulous in His Highness's mansion, who can massage and have time and patience. You can press as long as you want."
Ning Yi tilted his head to "look" at her, his slack eyes seemed to brighten for a moment, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to be holding back a smile, and asked, "Are you jealous?"
Feng Zhiwei let out an "ah", touched her face, and thought to herself—I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I'm jealous? How could it be possible, how could it be possible—
"People who come from a wealthy family will never understand the hatred that a boy who is struggling in poverty has towards a born noble." After a while she replied sadly, feeling that this truth could not be more correct.
Ning Yi still looked at her strangely, and said slowly and in a good mood for a long while: "I didn't finish what I just said, some of my house... women."
After a moment of silence, Fengzhi smiled and replied, "Oh, it's dawn, Your Highness, we should find a way to leave."
After this weird exchange, Ning Yi was in a good mood all the time, with a weird smile on his lips. Seeing his expression, Feng Zhiwei felt depressed, so he quickly changed the subject: "All the superiors have left?" His clothes were handed back to him, and he noticed that the belt of the clothes had broken marks, as if they had been taken off forcibly.