If Wei Zi was uninjured and conscious, he would have kissed her regardless.
But now that she is like this, no matter how beastly he is, he can only be worse than a beast.
Feng Danyuan was experiencing a battle between heaven and man, but the person in his arms whispered: "Water..."
The boiling blood all over his body calmed down, but his face turned red again.
Where did he really want to go...
Vaguely remembering that there was a kettle hung on the horse, he placed Wei Zi and ran out.
Unexpectedly, there was not only a kettle but also a package on the horse, and Feng Danyuan took it into the temple together.
Coincidentally, this kettle has the word "Wei" engraved on it, and the horse turns out to be Wei Zi's own!
Feng Danyuan skillfully took Wei Zi into his arms, opened the lid of the kettle, and fed her water.
Wei Zi seemed to be very thirsty. Although she had no strength, she kept sucking hard.
She stopped after drinking less than half a bottle of water.
Seeing water stains on the corners of his mouth and neck, Feng Danyuan reached out to wipe them away.
His slightly rough fingers touched the delicate skin of a baby, and he didn't even dare to exert force.
After rubbing it, he finally couldn't hold it back any longer, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
But this is only a superficial taste.
He put his forehead against hers and said softly: "Wei Zi, I don't dare to put you in danger anymore. The knife cut on me, it didn't hurt, but the arrow hit you, here -"
He held her hand and put it on his chest: "It hurts. No matter how difficult it is, it has never hurt so much."
He touched her cheek with his cheek and let out a long sigh.
*
After drying their clothes and changing them, Wei Zi was still sleeping, and the rain outside had not stopped.
Feng Danyuan knew that the people of Zhangzhou did not escape this disaster after all.
But that's all he could do.
After finishing what he could do, he felt the pain in his shoulder.
The knife didn't hurt the bones, but the wounds to the flesh were still wounds after all.
However, there is no cure for the golden sore, so I can only endure it.
He is a martial arts practitioner and is physically strong. He can get through it, so Wei Zi will be fine.
Changing into a position that was comfortable for both of them, he hugged Wei Zi and closed his eyes.
This trip, he was really exhausted.
*
In a daze, those memories came flooding back.
As he walked on the dark palace road, he met a little palace maid setting off a Kongming lantern.
"What are these lights for?"
"Pray for blessings. Each lamp represents a wish. If the lamp floats high, God will see it and help make the wish come true."
"You have a lot of Kongming lanterns, can you give me one?"
"OK."
The bright Kongming Lantern slowly rose, and he silently prayed to the gods and Buddhas in his heart: Let Wei Zi wake up.
Feng Danyuan stood outside his memory, looking puzzled.
Wei Zi, what's wrong?
He does not believe in God or Buddha, he only believes in himself. For him to pray like this, Wei Zi must have been seriously injured.
and after?
Has Wei Zi recovered?
...
Between a dream and a dream, he heard Wei Zi's uncomfortable murmur.
Her peach blossom eyes suddenly opened. After being stunned for a moment, her eyes returned to their usual clarity.
At the same time, he also felt something strange about the body in his arms.
