Dragon-shaped thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, and heavy rain fell with a "crash" sound. Pearl-like raindrops beat wildly on Sanqin Mountain. The strong wind roared, tearing apart the fragile branches and throwing them into the dirt.
The road in the mountains was muddy and it was difficult to walk on horseback. Yao Qiu had no choice but to walk hard while holding the horse bit in hand. The heavy rain soaked his clothes mercilessly, making them tightly connected to his body.
After passing the uphill section, the horse stepped up desperately, but the slippery ground prevented the movement of the horse's hooves all the time. Yao Qiu panicked and hurriedly pulled up with both hands, but even with all the effort, Yao Qiu panicked. Even with the strength of the tiger, he still couldn't climb this slope.
Qingmeng continued to be unconscious, but his whole body was extremely hot, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
Yao Qiu shook his long hair that was covered with rain, and decided to carry Qingmeng uphill first, and then led his horse to follow. She stroked the horse gently and murmured: "Good horse, be good here and send your Excellency up first..."
The horse seemed to acquiesce, standing on the spot as if its four hooves were rooted, not moving at all. Yao Qiu smiled happily, patted the horse gently, then put Qing Meng on his back and walked up the slope with difficulty. go.
The sole of Yao Qiu's foot slipped, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble. The right hand holding Qing Meng was sore and weak, and black silk clung to her wet face with the rain. All these tortured her will.
Her mind was almost blank, and her vision was also gray. Her stiff legs kept shaking as she stepped upward desperately, as if she could faint at any time.
"Boom!" A burst of muffled thunder struck the sky, and the raindrops became more dense. Yao Qiu tried his best to finally carry Qingmeng up, gently put it against the tree, and quickly went back to lead the horse.
Something unexpected happened. Just as the horse reached the center of the slope, its front hoof accidentally slipped and its huge body fell crazily down the slope.
In panic, Yao Qiu let go of his hands and fell to the ground. The horse was not so lucky. It hit its head heavily on the boulder and died after screaming several times.
"Horse!" Yao Qiu hurriedly ran downhill and hugged the horse's body. Her nostrils had long since died. She touched the horse's head in grief and sobbed softly.
Soon, Yao Qiu reluctantly put down her horse and walked towards Qing Meng tremblingly. She had already lost her horse and she must not let anything happen to Qing Meng.
The heavy rain in Sanqin Mountain is continuous, and the mountain paths are more like rivers of mud and sand than passages. Every time Yao Qiu takes a step forward, his feet will sink deeper, making him more and more weak.
In the distance, there was only a faint red light, and Yao Qiu's heart ignited hope. He felt that there was a house in the mountain, and he could stay there temporarily, where he could rest and take care of the injured Qing Meng. She ignited hope and walked towards the red light unswervingly.
Dark clouds rolled in and thunder rumbled. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yao Qiu saw clearly that the light came from a bonfire in a cave. It should be someone who was lost in the mountain. She didn't think much about it and hurriedly ran towards that direction.
The two walked to the entrance of the cave and saw a book boy warming himself by the fire, with a basket full of herbs beside him. Seeing the two of them, they quickly stood up with a smile and said, "I've been waiting here for a long time!"
This sentence aroused Yao Qiu's vigilance, and she thought to herself: "Why did this kid know that he was coming? Could it be that Xiao Lu was deceiving him?" Thinking of this, Yao Qiu couldn't help but take a few steps back.
When the boy saw this, he quickly smiled and said, "Miss, don't panic. I'm waiting here on Master's orders. Master said, 'Tonight, there are noble people who got lost and came here.' It seems that they are the two of you. Please report it to Master. Please ask the other two." Take a rest." After saying that, he held up the oil-paper umbrella, put on his bamboo hat and left the cave.
Yao Qiu gently placed Qingmeng next to the bonfire, and then looked around the outside of the cave warily. After making sure it was safe, he took a breath of exhaustion, slowly took off Qingmeng's wet clothes, and squeezed the water aside.
She put her clothes on the boulder beside the campfire and suddenly remembered that Qingmeng's right shoulder was injured. She quickly put Qingmeng's body on her lap and pulled off her sleeves to bandage it - this was the only way she could do.
Seeing that Qing Meng's body was covered with blood, she wiped it carefully. Qing Meng's limp body was at her mercy, and the skin on her chest was red under the reflection of the bonfire. From time to time, Qingmeng would squirm feebly when he got an itchy spot, and when he squirmed, the outlines of several abdominal muscles were looming, and eventually became flat.
Yao Qiu looked at Qing Meng's unprepared sleeping face, her heart beating uncontrollably, a red cloud floated over her shy face, her eyes deliberately looked away but then slipped back unconsciously.
After a long time, Qingmeng gradually woke up, and the two of them looked at each other unexpectedly. Yao Qiu turned her head hurriedly, but her uncontrollable expression had already betrayed her.
"It turns out it was the lady who saved me..." Qingmeng said feebly: "I asked why it smells so good. It turns out it was the aura that only belongs to the lady..."
Yao Qiu's eyes were panicked, and her heart was beating faster: "I...I never thought of saving you..." She subconsciously avoided the corner of her eyes. For some reason, her body suddenly became red and hot, and a strange feeling filled her whole body.
Qingmeng felt the softness under the pillow, and then realized that he was lying on Yao Qiu's lap, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I was not disliked by the lady..."
Yao Qiu shook his head in panic: "No, no, no! I don't like this at all!"
This girl is really interesting. In fact, he really likes and enjoys the time when Qing Meng sleeps on his lap, but he pretends to be very resistant and tries his best to maintain his little self-esteem.
But the more she thought about it, the more obvious the strange feeling in her body became. Feelings such as panic, joy, throbbing, stuffiness, etc. are all filling my heart. When suppressing the feelings in my heart, the nerves tightened for fear of being discovered, reminding myself not to do anything out of the ordinary.
"Miss..." Qingmeng suddenly felt a biting coldness, the blush on his face expanded, his breathing became rapid, and the things in front of him were looming.
Yao Qiu touched Qingmeng's forehead with his slender jade finger, which startled him - it felt so hot to the touch, it must be a febrile disease, that is, a high fever. If it persists, it will be life-threatening.
"What should I do, sir? I...I..." Yao Qiu was so anxious that she almost cried. Helpless, she could only hug the man nestled in her arms tightly to seek inner peace.
Qing Meng gasped delicately, and Yao Qiu's embrace made him feel warm and at ease. He had never felt the kind of snuggle and peace after escaping from death.
"Don't panic... no..." Qing Meng was so dizzy from being burned that she could hardly speak decent words, and her body was completely limp in Yao Qiu's arms.
Yao Qiu gritted his teeth, tears streaked across his face, and fell on Qing Meng's defenseless face. At this moment she hated herself for being powerless and unable to do anything.
Yes, sing a song for adults, sing away the loneliness and darkness in the rainy night, and sing out the true feelings in your heart. In an instant, soft and crisp sounds slipped into Qingmeng's ears inadvertently, soothing his soul.
"In the past I left, and the willows clung to me. Now I come to think about it, and it is raining and snowing. The journey is delayed, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, but I don't know how sad I am..."
Qing Meng's dry lips smiled slightly, which was Yao Qiu's affirmation. Yao Qiu saw that his singing could soothe Qingmeng's heart, so he continued singing to the beat of the raindrops.
"Miss...did you forget that there is another song?"
Yao Qiu looked at him in surprise: "Which song is the master talking about?"
"The mountains have trees and the trees have branches..."
When she heard this, her pupils dilated instantly, the hand holding Qing Meng tightly trembled, and her heart seemed to be about to jump out.
How could she not know that the next sentence is "My heart is so happy for you, but you don't know it"? It was just this sudden move that made her lose her mind. Sweat mixed with tears trickled down from his chin and fell on Qing Meng's forehead.
"Miss... I hope you... can... promise me..." Qing Meng begged weakly - he had wanted to say this for a long time.
At this moment, the feeling that Yao Qiu had buried in her heart for a long time was completely released. She finally couldn't resist the temptation, and her pink lips fell on her hot forehead, cheeks, and finally fell on the soft pair. The throbbing of this moment made each other forget everything around them.
Qingmeng did not resist, but gently closed her eyes and enjoyed everything quietly...
