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Rong Xuan happened to meet Prince Huaishun last night.Although it is only from afar, but Liu Jingting was sent to Beijing as a hostage when he was young, and Rong Xuan had some friendship with him, so he can be recognized at a glance.

Suspicious in his heart, he sneaked into the boat late at night.It was found that there were knives, guns, bows and arrows hidden under the wood in the cabin.

When you think about connecting the front and rear things, all the joints will be connected at once.

Fortunately, the Shi family only suspects that Rong Zhuo broke into Nanshan that day, and they don't know Rong Zhuo's true identity.However, if one or two things were leaked, Rong Zhuo's situation would be in jeopardy.Thinking of this, he forgot that he had just escaped from Rong Zhuo's side, and rushed back overnight.

He roughly explained these causes, and Rong Zhuo understood them immediately.Startled for a moment, he sat up straight.

Rong Xuan waited for him to rest for a while, and he collected himself, and the two packed up.When I want to return from the original road, I can't climb up the steep slope.

It was also inconvenient for two people to share a horse, so they had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​climbing up to find a horse, and searched for another road along the bottom of the valley, only to find a small town to buy another, so as to get out as soon as possible.

The two picked a secluded place to walk.In the forest, there are only paths made by hunters and herbal gatherers, sometimes almost indistinguishable.There are many branches to cover it.Hook clothes from time to time.Except for birds and beasts, I didn't see any village people along the way.

In the afternoon, it started to rain even more.The road became more and more muddy.Rong Zhuo tried his best to extend the umbrella towards Rong Xuan.Even so, Rong Xuan's body was drenched a lot, and he himself was drenched all over.Both of them had a lot of muddy water on their clothes just now, and with the torn branches, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Little uncle..." Rong Zhuo finally couldn't help it, and pulled La Rongxuan to the side under a big tree to shelter from the rain.Rong Xuan seldom spoke during this journey, and his breath gradually became unsteady.It's just that Rong Xuan didn't say anything, he didn't dare to ask rashly.

Rong Xuan turned his head to look at him, pursed his slightly whitish lips, and remained silent.

"Little uncle." Rong Zhuo stammered. "It seems that we can't go out today, and we can't meet anyone staying overnight. Let's find a place to shelter from the rain, and wait until the rain stops tomorrow... okay?" Rong Xuan looked at him silently, Rong Zhuo said Uneasy, he finally stammered and finished speaking.

Rong Xuan thought about it, and unexpectedly replied: "Okay."

Rong Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and found a sunken cave under the rock, Rong Xuan subconsciously disliked such a place, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything.

Rong Zhuo didn't see the expression on his face either, he saw that the ground in the cave was flat and dry, and there was more than enough room for the two of them.Wu Wu tidied up a clean place, let Rong Xuan sit down, and went to find some firewood.

Rong Xuan relied on a little bit of perseverance in his bones to hold on to the end of the journey, and when he relaxed a bit, his whole body went limp.Seeing him tidying up by himself, with the intention to help, after struggling a little, his eyes darkened, and for a moment he couldn't even lift up the strength to stand up.Not daring to use force at the moment, he sat down slowly while leaning on the rock wall.

Seeing that Rong Zhuo was about to go out, he couldn't help calling him.

"Little uncle?" Rong Zhuo turned back, looking very anxious. "Are you uncomfortable?"

When he asked such a question, how could Rong Xuan tell him the truth, no matter how uncomfortable he had to endure it.Looking at his face, he was a little dazed, and after a while, he slowly said: "...be careful yourself."

Rong Zhuo agreed, seeing that his expression was still calm, so he didn't want to go out.

Rong Zhuo didn't dare to go far, so he picked up some dead branches nearby.Another water injection stream was found not far away.

After he dragged the firewood back, Rong Xuan changed his clothes by himself.Another set was also prepared for Rong Zhuo.He took two sets of clothes with him when he went out.Put it in the package, although it got a little bit wet, it is undoubtedly much better than the drenched body.

Rong Zhuo took out the two pheasants he had killed on the road, washed them in the spring water, gathered enough firewood for the night, and ran back and forth a few times like this.Finally, he picked up the dry clothes and looked at Rong Xuan.In the end, I quietly went out to change, washed the wet clothes and took them back.

Even the hole, he carefully got some branches to plug it up.

Rong Xuan had flint on him, and when he dragged the dry wood back for the second time, Rong Xuan had managed to light the fire.

In rainy days, the firewood was all wet, and it was hard to start a fire, but there was still a puff of choking smoke.Rong Xuan piled other wet firewood beside the fire to roast, but he hid far away and leaned against the stone wall, silently watching Rong Zhuo busy.

Rong Zhuo finished everything in one go, regardless of the cold and wet body, and went to see him first.

Only then did he realize that although Rong Xuan was looking at him, his eyes were a little distracted, and his face was expressionless.After calling several times, he hummed as if he came back to his senses.

"Little Uncle?" Rong Zhuo knelt down beside him, nervously wanting to reach out to him, but holding back himself, he just asked, "Is it uncomfortable? Does your stomach hurt?" His voice was anxious, faintly panicked At a loss.

Rong Xuan's reactions were a little slow.After looking at him for a long time, it seemed that he thought about it before he understood what he meant.Then he lowered his head and stared at his stomach again, neither saying it hurts nor saying it didn't hurt.After a while like this, he suddenly gasped for breath, leaned on the rock and turned slightly, with a somewhat impatient expression on his face.Can't help but stretch out a hand to support the abdomen.

In fact, he fell down the half slope, and he didn't feel much at first, but he walked slowly all the way.Gradually, there was some colic pain in the bottom of the abdomen, pulling and tearing.This became more and more intense, and it became more severe when Rong Zhuo called him to stop him. The pain of twisting his internal organs made him feel a little unable to support.

Fortunately, after resting for a while, it took a while, but in such a cave, watching Rong Zhuo's figure come in and out, it will inevitably evoke some deep memories and fears hidden in the bones.Infecting his emotions, the life in his body is also a little ready to move.The abdominal pain that had calmed down seemed to gradually intensify.

This level of abdominal pain was not unheard of before, and it was still within the range he felt he could endure.But coupled with the subtle touch brought about by the stretching and moving of the living beings in the body, this pain became unacceptable to him.

And the feeling of a living thing made him put his hand on his waist even more. Although it hurts so much, he didn't dare to push it down.

Rong Zhuo was at a loss for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to lift Rong Xuan from the stone wall, and let him lean on him in a position that might be more comfortable.

Rong Xuan struggled a bit first, but he didn't have the strength to push him away, besides, the warm and soft feeling was much better than the cold and hard stone.So he reluctantly followed him, closed his eyes and endured the attack.

Leaning on Rong Zhuo for a while, the pain gradually became less unbearable.When Rong Xuan opened his eyes, Rong Zhuo was looking at him worriedly, as if he really wanted to reach out and touch his belly.Seeing him open his eyes, he hastily retracted his hand.

Rong Xuan froze, and couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or something else.Pushing him feebly, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the washed game.

Rong Zhuo let out a cry, waking up like a dream.Seeing that Rong Xuan's complexion had eased, he went to add some firewood, skewered the pheasant on the twigs and grilled it.Dry wet clothes aside.