Feng Qiming smelled the sweet fragrance that seemed to float in front of him. Although his brows were wrinkled due to pain, the corners of his pale mouth curled up.
He couldn't help but hold his hands, and when he felt the person in his arms, the thought in his heart became clearer: "Fu Ling, if we can all return to Fengcheng safely this time, no matter what your identity is? What is your purpose?
How about we be together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on his face changed and he grinned: "Ah!"
When Fu Ling heard what he said, she struck a little harder, glanced at him sideways, and continued to do what she was doing with an expressionless face.
"To be honest, I have figured it out in the past few days. Although I have struggled, I have decided to follow my heart. You can be my princess."
Feng Qiming's words came from the bottom of his heart. Although he was the prince and had many women who were his servants, none of them had any thoughts.
I always thought that I was focused on political achievements, but now I understand that it was because I didn't meet the right person.
The person from Fu Ling paused slightly and continued expressionlessly: "If you continue to talk nonsense, it won't be the same intensity as before."
"Okay, I won't say anything anymore. I'll talk about it after I get out, so as not to distract you." He tightened his grip on his hands as he spoke, and his actions were very sincere.
Fu Ling couldn't help but break away from him, her face showed some unconscious awkwardness, and she continued what she was doing.
It wasn't like she hadn't felt it during the past few days, and she admitted that she also had some turmoil in her heart, but now none of them were qualified to fall in love.
Thinking about it, the tone of my voice became a bit colder unconsciously: "Let's wait until you have secured your position before talking."
"So Fuling is worried about this, so do you want to be the queen?" Feng Qiming put his chin on her shoulder, his eyes flashing darkly.
"What does it have to do with me? Don't forget why I'm looking for you." Fu Ling's tone became colder.
Feng Qiming seemed not to notice, and continued: "How about you tell me now? I was just a little curious before, but now I am very curious."
Fu Ling scraped away the last section of carrion, then pushed him away mercilessly, put the medicinal herbs into her mouth in front of him, chewed it, spit it out, and applied it on his wound.
The whole action process was completed in one go, and before he could react: "Oh."
Then he tore off a piece of cloth from his skirt and tied the wound: "After I get out and settle the matter in Shannan, I will naturally tell you what I am going to do?"
"Have a good rest now. We will leave early tomorrow morning. We can't delay it any longer." Not only can his injury not be delayed any longer, but what is happening in Shannan now does not allow them to delay it any longer.
Feng Qiming looked at Fu Ling's appearance of drawing a clear line with him, and hesitated to speak, but didn't know what to say.
In the middle of the night, Poria was half asleep and woke up immediately when she heard a painful cry.
He saw Feng Qiming trembling in discomfort, so he quickly went over and touched it, and found that his body was completely cold.
"Feng Qiming, Feng Qiming." Fuling quickly patted his face, trying to wake him up.
He was in a semi-conscious state. He was patted twice and all he could say was that he was cold.
His face was completely pale now, with no trace of blood visible.
Poria cocos pricked a few silver needles in, and he stopped twitching, but his body was still very cold.
Poria cocos stoked the fire a little more, but it still didn't work.
Looking at the dark night outside, the wind is strong and howling in the mountains, accompanied by heavy rain, the air is also cool and damp.
Fu Ling was still a little anxious and kept rubbing Feng Qiming's arm.
When this person got close to Poria, it was as if he had found a source of heat.