The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

"Hey..."

With a sound of □□, Yang Meili slowly opened her eyes. When her eyes could not be fully focused, she could see things as if she was looking through a fog.

"My lord, are you awake?" A pleasantly surprised voice sounded from the side, and then something cold touched the corner of her mouth, Yang Meili instinctively wanted to hide, but when she heard the familiar voice, she said, "Come on, drink some water. "

A reassuring sound.

Yang Meili opened her mouth obediently, and the man slowly poured water into her mouth.In an instant, like rain after a long drought, Yang Meili became refreshed and saw things gradually became clearer.

"Wu Yao..."

"I'm here." Wu Yao's voice was a little hoarse: "My lord, what do you think?"

Yang Meili felt weak all over, her left shoulder was in pain, and she was angry when she spoke: "It hurts..."

"You were hit by an arrow. Fortunately, the arrow is not poisonous. This subordinate has already pulled out the arrow for you, and applied golden sore medicine to bandage it up."

Yang Meili smiled weakly: "Fortunately...fortunately, you pulled it out while I fainted...otherwise...I would definitely...scream like a pig..."

Wu Yao's eyes were red, and he couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "You used to be the commander-in-chief of the world's soldiers and horses, a fearsome iron-blooded general, and the king of Zhennan, the hero of the world. How can you be compared with a pig?"

"..."

Wu Yao realized that he said something wrong, he quickly bowed his head and said, "This subordinate made a mistake."

Yang Meili stared at him strenuously, rolled her eyes twice on his face, and said, "Have you ever cried?"

"..." Wu Yao said in embarrassment, "That's not the case!"

Yang Meili laughed twice, touched the wound, and gasped in pain.

Wu Yao hurriedly said: "My lord, you need to keep calm now, otherwise the wound will open easily."

Yang Meili looked at him intently, unkempt, in such a ruined temple, at first glance she thought he was a beggar, she couldn't help but smile: "Wu Yao...you should wash your face."

Wu Yao froze for a moment, subconsciously touched his face, and ended up with ashes.

Yang Meili couldn't help but giggled again, she frowned twice, her face turned pale from the pain.

Wu Yao said helplessly, "Do you want to eat something?"

Yang Meili shook her head slowly, closed her eyes and said, "I'm so tired, I want to sleep...wake me up to eat tomorrow morning...I want to eat fish porridge...brother..."

Seeing her falling asleep again, Wu Yao hastily stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, it was a little hot, and he couldn't help becoming nervous.

Standing up and walking in front of the dilapidated statue, Wu Yao folded his hands together and said silently in his heart: May the gods bless you, if the prince can survive this calamity, I, Wu Yao, would like to pay for it with my life.

The fire was "crackling", and the outside of the ruined temple was pitch black, with shadows of trees whirling.

Wu Yao dug out a small pot from his bag, went to a nearby stream to fetch water, brought it back to Yang Meili and put it down.Then he tore off a piece of cloth from his body, rubbed it in the water, twisted it until it was half dry, and put it on Yang Meili's hot forehead.

In this way, he had to watch the firewood to keep the fire from extinguishing, and kept changing Yang Meili's handkerchief until the east turned white, Wu Yao never closed his eyes.

When I touched Yang Meili's forehead again, I found that the fever had subsided.Wu Yao heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the sky outside, stood up and stamped out the firewood You brought with sparks, and then walked out of the ruined temple with his saber.

When Yang Meili woke up again, it was broad daylight, and the sunlight outside almost blinded her eyes.Although the wound still hurts, but the spirit is much better, Yang Meili opened her mouth and shouted: "Wu Yao."

No one answered.

Yang Meili raised her voice: "Wu Yao?"

Still no answer.

Yang Meili became nervous all of a sudden, not caring whether the wound would open, she sat up hastily, a sharp tingling sensation came from her left shoulder, she hurriedly pressed the wound with her right hand.

The ruined temple is just that big, and Wu Yao is nowhere to be seen.

Yang Meili sat in a daze for a while, endured the pain and stood up, staggered out of the ruined temple, and followed a row of footprints to the river.

In the cold autumn, in the cold wind, Wu Yao was wearing his upper body, his trousers rolled up to his knees, standing in the river with his bare calves, and was concentrating on stabbing fish with his beloved sword.

Yang Meili stood by the river, leaning against a tree, watching him quietly without making a sound.

With a "plop", he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly plunged the sword into the water. When he pulled the sword out again, there was already a fat fish on the blade.A joyful smile appeared on his young face, shining brightly in the water.

Then, he waded back to the shore, put on his shirt, and picked up another fish that had been thrown onto the shore before, with a pure and satisfied expression on his face like a child.

Yang Meili couldn't help smiling.

"Who!?" The expression on his face changed suddenly, Wu Yao threw the fish away, pulled out the sword at his waist and asked sharply.

Yang Meili came out from the shade of the tree with a smile on her face.

"My lord!" The surprise was beyond words, Wu Yao put his sword back into its sheath, picked up the fish again, and strode up to Yang Meili, "Why did you come out? You should rest more at this time, and you can't come out to blow the air."

The honey cube melted at the tip of the heart, and the warm and sweet feeling flowed to the limbs along the blood.

Yang Meili stared at his dirty face and red eyes, with mixed feelings in her heart, and said for a long time: "Didn't I say you should wash your face first?"

Wu Yao casually rubbed his face with his sleeve, and said, "It's okay. My lord, look, I caught two fish." Like a child eager to show off to an adult, he held up the two fish for her to see.

Yang Meili said: "Isn't there dry food? Why bother to catch fish in such a cold day?"

Wu Yao looked at her with bright eyes, and said, "Didn't the lord want to eat fish porridge last night? The subordinates brought some rice, and after a while, we can clean up the fish, and then we can make fish porridge."

Her heart pounded, and Yang Meili was so impulsive that she almost kissed her directly.

He put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, but the movement stopped abruptly.

Wu Yao looked at her with a complicated expression in doubt: "My lord?"

There is no more hatred for not being a daughter than at this time.

Yang Meili calmed down her fluctuating emotions, moved her hand from Wu Yao's shoulder to his face, and gently wiped off the ashes on his face, her eyes were hot and her tone was gentle: "You, fool."

Wu Yao was startled, the look of the prince made him a little uncomfortable.He slowly lowered his head, calmly avoiding Yang Meili's overly intimate behavior.

With her fingers stiff, Yang Meili slowly put down her hand and turned around first: "Let's go."

Back at the ruined temple, Wu Yao said: "My lord, let my subordinates see your wound."

After walking just a few steps, Yang Meili has exhausted her energy.She sat down on the ground, panting slightly, and said, "Don't look at it yet, hurry up and make fish porridge, I'm about to starve to death."

Wu Yao hesitated to speak, but finally compromised: "Yes."

For the next hour or so, Yang Meili sat there watching Wu Yao come in and out, busily cooking firewood, washing rice, cooking the porridge, and took out a dagger from his boots to kill the fish, scraping cleanly. Remove the fish scales, cut open the fish belly, clean out the internal organs, remove the fish bones, then chop the fish into several pieces and put them into the porridge, and stir them directly with a dagger.

Yang Meili couldn't help but swallowed vigorously as the scent wafted through her nostrils.

Seeing her staring at the pot of fish porridge with green eyes like a hungry wolf, Wu Yao couldn't help but smile: "It will be eaten soon."

Yang Meili wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "Wu Yao, you are so virtuous! People can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, you can go to the battlefield and go to the kitchen. You are a model among men. I want to marry you!"

"..."

The corners of Wu Yao's mouth twitched, and he said, "My lord really knows how to joke."

Yang Meili replied in her heart, "I'm serious." Then she changed the subject and said, "By the way, why did you bring pots and pans? We're not on an outing."

Wu Yao said: "I bought it in Xuzhou, in case your lord is not used to dry food when you sleep in the open. There is always a horse to carry it, so it doesn't get in the way."

Yang Meili was overwhelmed with emotion: "Wu Yao..."

Wu Yao stood up and walked out.

Yang Meili was stunned: "Hey... Where are you going?"

"Go and wash your face."

"..."

Wu Yao came back after washing his face, refreshed, and returned to his handsome appearance with thick eyebrows and big eyes.His appearance should be called a "sunshine handsome man" in modern times, and he is very traditional and handsome.Yang Meili prefers neutral and beautiful men, so she didn't feel it when she saw Wu Yao before, but now for some reason, she thinks he is more handsome than Jiang Junxiao.

Sensing Yang Meili's gaze, Wu Yao touched his face suspiciously: "Have you washed it yet?"

"Ah?" Yang Meili came back to her senses and said, "No, it's very clean...Did you shave by the way?"

"Yes."

Yang Meili asked in surprise, "What did you use to shave?"

Wu Yao drew out the dagger: "It is."

"Eh... this is not the one who killed the fish just now..."

"I've already washed it clean." Wu Yao looked at Yang Meili's face and asked, "Does the lord want to shave?"

Yang Meili: "..."

In the end, Wu Yao checked Yang Meili's wound, re-dressed her with medicine, and shaved her beard. After doing these things, the fish porridge was ready.

When he made a bowl and handed it to Yang Meili, Wu Yao couldn't help telling him, "It's very hot, why don't you let it cool down before eating?"

Yang Meili had a wound on her left shoulder and couldn't move at all, so she said, "Put it on the ground."

As soon as Wu Yao put the bowl on the ground, she couldn't wait to take a bite out of it with a spoon.

"Beware it's hot!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Meili stuck out her tongue from the heat.

Wu Yao couldn't laugh or cry.