Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Gradually, Tao Yao felt numbness in his limbs and his consciousness began to become a little hazy.

Pain, cold. The fur coat that was supposed to keep her warm was soaked through by the river water. The fur and hide on the coat had absorbed the weight of the water, becoming heavier and heavier, dragging Tao Yao gradually to the bottom of the river.

Just when Tao Yao was about to give up struggling, a pair of hands came up from behind her, supported her waist, and pulled her upstream.

Tao Yao's heart was moved. Suddenly, in the misty river, she caught a glimpse of a piece of light gauze satin as blue as the lake water. It was like a huge piece of water grass, gently embracing her.

It's him, it's him!

Tao Yao subconsciously tried to grab the piece of lake blue gauze, but the next moment she was held back by another warm and powerful hand.

The hand was slender and white, with distinct bones, and a white jade ring was worn on one of the finger bones.

It's him.

Tao Yao finally felt at ease and let her whole body fall weakly into his arms, even though the river was flowing fast and the water was turbulent.

With him around, at least she wouldn't die alone.

When Tao Yao was on the verge of coma, she probably accepted a soft and moist kiss from someone. He breathed into her mouth, saving her last bit of consciousness that was about to collapse.

In an instant, Tao Yao suddenly felt that there were countless streams of water swirling upstream under their feet, pushing the two of them upwards with great force.

Chu Huanjun took advantage of the current and sped up. After swimming upstream for a while, the two finally surfaced.

When the dazzling sunlight entered her eyes again, Tao Yao couldn't help but start to retch, spitting out a lot of river water from her mouth.

Chu Huanjun's urgent rebuke came from his ears: "Why did you go into the water if you can't swim? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Tao Yao kept coughing and had no time to respond to Chu Huanjun. She could only use the remaining strength to force a painful smile to perfunctorily deal with him.

"Forget it, I'll take you ashore first."

Chu Huanjun reached out his long arms and draped Tao Yao over his shoulders. Suddenly, Chu Huanjun's body sank, and he angrily yelled at Tao Yao, "It's March, and you're wearing such a thick fur coat?"

After saying that, he reached out to take off Tao Yao's jacket. However, although Tao Yao was unconscious due to choking on water, she still had the consciousness to save money and held on to the heavy jacket soaked in water tightly and refused to let go.

Chu Huanjun had no choice but to drag her with one hand and swim with the other. It took him a long time to swim to the shore.

They had drifted far downstream and could no longer see Qingshui Town. There was nothing on the shore except vast expanses of reeds and a dilapidated, abandoned temple.

When Tao Yao regained consciousness, she found herself lying in a dilapidated temple. There was a thick layer of hay under her, and all her clothes had been stripped off. Fortunately, the person who had done this "bad thing" was considerate enough to take a wide robe and cover her tightly.

This dilapidated temple had been abandoned for a long time. Thick dust accumulated everywhere, and cobwebs covered the corners of the walls. Only the small piece of floor where Tao Yao was lying had been meticulously cleaned.

Right in front of her were several long benches, upon which hung a few lake-blue robes—Chu Huanjun's clothes. There were also a few dull grey linen garments, which...were Tao Yao's own clothes.

Tao Yao's gaze then moved downwards, and she saw the big fur coat that Grandma Tu had given her spread out on the ground to dry, and she suddenly felt relieved.

That’s not right—Tao Yao suddenly realized, could it be that Chu Huanjun had seen her naked?

Just as Tao Yao was daydreaming, the culprit came in from outside with his upper body naked and a wooden stick on his shoulder.

"Hey! Chu Huanjun, what did you do?!"

Tao Yao's sharp voice echoed over the small, dilapidated temple, startling the crows in the temple and causing them to fly away.

Chu Huanjun walked quickly to Tao Yao and sat down. He used the sticks to make a campfire rack on the ground, found a stone and drilled it into the wood, and started a fire skillfully.

With the fire, the dilapidated temple suddenly became much warmer.

"I should be the one asking you this," Chu Huanjun put his head above Taoyao's, looking down at her with a sly smile, his eyes curved like a fox's. "Shi Taoyao, are you crazy? You can't swim, but you're still trying to be brave and follow me into the water. What? Are you trying to commit suicide for love?"

Although he had just fallen into the water, he looked in good condition now. Even his hair was neatly combed and draped over his shoulders and back. It was black and smooth like a piece of silk, and looked very handsome.

Tao Yao suddenly felt a warmth in her heart, and she grinned at Chu Huanjun: "You're okay, that's great."

As soon as she said this, Chu Huanjun's eyes changed. Tao Yao couldn't tell why it was strange, but it was strange. Every time she saw Chu Huanjun's eyes like this, she would feel scared.

"Do you hope that I'm okay, or do you hope that I'm okay?"

Chu Huanjun smiled gently, put one hand on Tao Yao's cheek and patted it lightly, as if he was coaxing a kitten or a puppy.

"What are you talking about?" Tao Yao stared straight into Chu Huanjun's sparkling eyes, her expression very serious, and said, "If I wanted you to get into trouble, I would have pushed you into it myself instead of repeatedly trying to stop you."

Chu Huanjun blinked and pursed his lips, but he didn't seem to get the answer he wanted.

"Then thank you for your blessing."

As he spoke, he carried Taoyao's fur coat, which was soaked in water and weighed dozens of pounds, to the campfire to roast it.

"Your coat is too thick, and you're soaked in water. I'm afraid it won't dry out in a while."

Tao Yao looked at Chu Huanjun's profile. The flickering light and shadow of the flames burned on his spine, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, half real and half unreal, but it outlined the curve of his body more clearly and concretely.

Chu Huanjun felt the scorching gaze coming from the side, so he turned half his head to glance at Tao Yao and said with a wry smile, "Have you seen enough? Is it pretty?"

Tao Yao's face flushed instantly, whether from shyness or the firelight. She quickly turned her head to the other side. Although her face was hidden, Chu Huanjun could still see her rapidly fluttering eyelashes and could still imagine her timid, angry, and coquettish expression.

Chu Huanjun suddenly felt a surge of joy in his heart, and his whole body was suddenly filled with energy. So he found two longer wooden sticks, set up a pair of higher wooden racks on the fire, and hung the jacket on the racks to spread it flat, so that the moisture in the jacket could be dried more thoroughly.

Tao Yao watched Chu Huanjun busying himself with her coat for a long time before finally asking, "Have you cured the poison?"