Thousand Years Dream String Song

Si Qing was even more surprised in his heart, just now, he just wanted to block the dazzling light, but he didn't expect to save his life by accident?

"Since that's the case, I can't keep it!" The first miss, the second attack was naturally merciless, the strong wind rose from the fingers, rolled up Si Qing and rolled into the abyss.

Si Qing couldn't escape and had to accept his fate. After being swept up by the strong wind, he simply closed his eyes and walked calmly.

"Boom!" Falling into the icy bottom of the river, struggling became useless, consciousness gradually blurred, maybe, this time it is really over.

"Not necessarily." An extremely calm voice sounded in his mind, and then he floated to the surface of the water, and someone pulled him to swim to the shore not far away.

Si Qing was dragged ashore in a daze, lying on the edge of the water plants and coughing vigorously. After coughing, he stared at the person who was also drenched all over, and said in a voice that sounded like gnashing of teeth, "Feng Li Yue!"

The latter had a calm attitude, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Your Highness called me?"

Si Qing became furious, and blurted out: "Since you want to help others, why don't you help to the end? What's the point of doing half of it? You're kidding my life!"

"No." Fengli stepped on the water grass and the waves and sat beside Si Qing, twisting his drenched sleeves, and said: "The chief priest is suspicious, and it is the first time for His Highness to prevent disasters. It's not easy for you, so if you make another move, you will naturally do your best. His Highness fell into the abyss. He is confident that his skills are not weak, so naturally he will not chase him down to see what happened. It's changed."

Si Qing stared at him intently, as if he wanted to see something other than conspiracies and schemes, but unfortunately the latter had excellent concentration, he wrung his sleeves dry and went to comb the water stains on his hair.

"It's okay for me to be a little frightened, but the priest suddenly shot at me, why..."

Fengli said slowly and leisurely: "Kill people to silence you."

"Is it any good for him to keep the secret that the royal family has no descendants?" Si Qing is a smart person, and after thinking about it for a while, he thought things through.

The officiant already knew that the royal family had no descendants, so there were two possibilities to kill him. One, the crown prince passed away and was succeeded by other princes of the monarch, and this prince was his own. The other... was much more terrifying...

"His Royal Highness is extremely clever, he must have already thought of something." Feng Li stood up with a smile on her face, the waves rushed under her feet, and the moonlight poured down, shedding light on half of her body.

"The river water is cold, His Royal Highness should find a way to dry the clothes quickly, otherwise it will be bad to catch the wind and cold."

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile." Si Qing got up and took two steps, turned her head, and stretched out her hand.

"yours."

"Ah?" Fengli was taken aback.

"Clothes, are you going to freeze like this?"

"Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Clumsily lighting a fire, drying clothes, and stacking haystacks, everything is done, and the sky is already glowing with white light.

On this day, after a series of changes, he was wandering between life and death, and he seemed to have a dream while being frightened. However, this was a nightmare that he would never wake up no matter how much he slept.

What about Fengli Yue?

Si Qing looked around and found that he was still sitting on the bank of the river.

"Rikoshi."

One sound, no response.

"Rikoshi."

"I'm here." Fengli Yue maintained his sitting posture, seemingly unwilling to move.

Si Qing hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It's windy here, I found some hay and made a haystack, do you want to go there and rest for a while?"

Fengli smiled more, with an unusually soft voice, and said: "No need, the prince should go to rest, I will sleep naturally when I am tired."

"Alright then, be careful not to catch a cold." Si Qing hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked back to her small haystack.

This sleep was not very solid, and in a daze, she could always see Feng Liyue sitting on the bank of the river, motionless, and the night passed.

The rising sun quietly climbed up to the clouds.