"Xie Qian!"
Through 38, Sang Yu learned that Xie Qian's vitality was losing little by little. She hurriedly stopped and shouted his name to the gravel and dirt on the ground.
There was no response, so Sang Yu shouted while digging.
Finally, Xie Qian's intermittent response came from under the soil.
"Sang...Sangyu..."
"Xie Qian, it's me." Sang Yu was overjoyed.
The deputy general and other soldiers were also shocked.
"Madam, you are really amazing." The deputy general said in surprise.
"Xie Qian, hold on!"
Sang Yu threw away the shovel and started digging with his bare hands.
Xie Qian is about to be dug. If he uses the shovel again, he will be hurt.
When the deputy general saw that she was using her bare hands, he couldn't help but admire her. He also threw away the shovel and asked the soldiers to start digging with their hands.
Not long after, I saw Xie Qian buried in gravel and soil.
Sang Yu carefully peeled away the soil, and Xie Qian's face was slowly revealed.
There was dirt between his brows and eyes, and Sang Yu wiped it away for him with gentle movements.
"Xie Qian."
Xie Qian's face turned pale, and he vaguely heard someone calling him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.
The girl squatted half in front of him, her eyes full of worry and distress.
At this moment, Xie Qian felt that his body no longer hurt at all.
He slowly stretched out his hand in front of her and spread his palm, "A belated birthday gift."
Sang Yu looked at the well-protected litchi in his hand and was stunned for a moment.
Her voice was a little hoarse: "Are you stupid?"
"I promise you, I must do it..." Xie Qian put the lychee into her hand, his eyes full of expectation, "I have tasted it, the one on this tree... is the sweetest, you try... If you like it or not, if you don't like it... I'll find it again..."
As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that her fingers were covered in blood, "What's wrong with your hand... your hand?"
Because he was too anxious, a large mouthful of blood overflowed from Xie Qian's mouth.
"Xie Qian, please stop talking." Sang Yu endured the pain in his fingers and helped Xie Qian up together with the deputy general.
"Lend me your sword." Sang Yu took out the sword from the deputy general's waist and neatly cut several strips of cloth from the hem of his skirt.
She wrapped a piece of cloth around the wound on Xie Qian's chest, put the cloak she brought on him, looked at the rain and the raging river not far away, and said with a serious expression: "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, this place is not suitable If you stay too long, leave immediately.”
Sang Yu and the lieutenant each held Xie Qian's arm and walked towards the ground.
"Xie Qian, hold on, you can't sleep." Sang Yu was afraid that something might happen to Xie Qian while he was asleep, so she talked to him as he walked.
"Sang Yu... we will get married when we return to the Imperial Capital... okay?"
The moment he was pressed underground, he had only one thought: live well, be with her, and never be separated.
"Okay, we will get married when we get back."
Xie Qian smiled.
He didn't have the heart to think about how difficult it would be for them to get married. At least for the moment, she agreed.
"Xie Qian, you are not dead yet."
Seeing that they were about to reach a safe area, suddenly, several men jumped out from the side.
These people were sent by local officials who had embezzled the victims' food to assassinate Xie Qian. They had seen Xie Qian being buried by a landslide earlier and thought he was dead, but they were still worried and waited nearby.
Unexpectedly, the deputy general brought someone here and rescued him from the soil.
Now, how could they let him leave alive.
"Kill him." The leader raised the weapon in his hand, and the killers behind him drew their weapons and stabbed Xie Qian.
(End of chapter)
