Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Chapter 195 Avalanche Separation

Chen Jinyu clenched the Frost Snow Lotus in his arms, and his horsewhip left an afterimage in the night.

Two days later.

His vision began to blur, but there was only one thought in his mind - Jun Lingyuan's life depended on this snow lotus.

"Get out of the way!" He roared and rushed into the palace gate, the sound of his horse's hooves startling a flock of birds.

Inside the Goddess Palace, Chen Jin'er was wiping the cold sweat from Jun Lingyuan's forehead when she suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground outside the door.

"Brother!" Chen Jin'er quickly stepped forward to support him and asked anxiously, "Where's Qingyue? Why didn't she come back with you?"

Chen Jinyu gasped and said in a hoarse voice: "First... give Pavilion Master Jun the medicine first... quickly..." After he finished speaking, his body went limp and he fainted.

Chen Jin'er quickly supported him, placed her fingers on his pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief after a moment.

She turned to the maid and ordered, "Hurry, help him to rest. He is too tired."

The maids hurried forward and helped Chen Jinyu to the soft couch beside them.

At this time, Lan Xuanming hurried over and saw the unconscious Chen Jinyu, his brows furrowed, "What happened to Jinyu?"

Chen Jin'er looked up at him, her tone calm but with a hint of fatigue: "He's fine, he was just too tired and fainted."

Lan Xuanming's gaze swept over the Frost Snow Lotus in Chen Jinyu's hand, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes: "Where are Ayue and the others? Why did only Jinyu come back?"

Chen Jin'er was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Brother didn't say anything, but judging by his expression, Qingyue and the others might still be in the Snow Region. They... might be in trouble."

Lan Xuanming's expression instantly became solemn.

Chen Jin'er didn't look at Lan Xuanming, but quickly picked the petals of the Frost Snow Lotus and put them into the medicine soup.

She whispered to herself, "I hope it's not too late..."

After the medicinal soup was prepared, Chen Jin'er gently helped Jun Lingyuan up and fed the soup into his mouth bit by bit.

After a while, Jun Lingyuan's face gradually regained a hint of color, and his breathing became much steadier.

Chen Jin'er breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Pavilion Master Jun, you must hold on...Qingyue...will be back soon."

Lan Xuanming stood aside, looking at Jun Lingyuan with complicated eyes, and then at the unconscious Chen Jinyu.

He whispered, "Jin'er, take good care of them. I'll arrange some people to go out and look for them."

Chen Jiner nodded: "Okay, be careful."

Lan Xuanming said nothing more, turned around and quickly left the Goddess Temple.

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At the same time, deep in the snowy area.

Feng Qingyue and Zizhu Yingchen were in a fierce confrontation with others.

In the wind and snow, sword lights and knife shadows intertwined, and the battle was extremely brutal.

Feng Qingyue's clothes were soaked with blood, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, her eyes full of determination.

The middle-aged man sneered, his voice filled with sarcasm: "Your struggle is meaningless. The Frost Snow Lotus is ours after all!"

Feng Qingyue's eyes were as cold as ice, and her voice was filled with determination: "You...don't even think about it!"

She gripped the sword tightly in her hand and rushed towards the enemy.

Suddenly, the roar of the avalanche was deafening, and huge waves of snow poured down like a white monster.

Feng Qingyue and Zizhu Yingchen were forced to retreat to the edge of the cliff.

"Qingyue, go left!" Zizhu Yingchen shouted hoarsely, but before he finished his words, the snow on the top of the mountain suddenly collapsed.

Feng Qingyue's pupils shrank, and she instinctively grabbed her uncle's arm, but was instantly blown away by the surging snow flow.

The cold snow hit her body, her eyes went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

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After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qingyue's fingers moved slightly.

The biting cold penetrated into her bones. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a simple wooden house.

Sunlight streamed in through the window lattices, and the air was filled with the faint scent of herbs.

She propped herself up and found herself lying on a wooden bed covered with animal skins and a thick quilt.

The wound had been simply bandaged, but the slightest movement caused her to gasp in pain in her shoulder.

"Awake?" A gentle voice came from the door.

Feng Qingyue turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in coarse clothes walking in with a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

The man had a simple face, with a bit of honesty between his brows, and he was holding a sickle for picking herbs in his hand.

"You are..." Feng Qingyue held the dagger at her waist vigilantly.

The man placed the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed and smiled innocently, "Don't be afraid, girl. I'm a herbalist from these mountains. I found you unconscious in the snow a few days ago and brought you back."

Feng Qingyue relaxed a little, but still kept her guard up: "Have you seen anyone else?"

The man shook his head and sighed, "I wasn't looking. I only saw you. If there was anyone else... I'm afraid they would be in great danger."

Feng Qingyue's heart sank suddenly, and her fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Seeing this, the man quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, girl, maybe with luck, everything will be fine."

Feng Qingyue took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "Thank you for saving me, uncle."

The man waved his hand and smiled innocently, "It's just a small favor, you're welcome. Drink the medicine first. I picked this medicine from the mountain. It will be good for your injury."

Feng Qingyue nodded and picked up the medicine bowl. The bitterness of the medicine spread in her mouth, but it made her a little more sober.

She struggled to stand up and tried to get out of bed, but she fell back down again due to exhaustion.

The herbalist quickly supported her, his tone filled with a hint of blame: "Girl, your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't move around."

Feng Qingyue gritted her teeth and whispered, "Uncle, I must rush back to Kyoto as soon as possible. There are people waiting for me there..."

The herbalist sighed, "But I'm afraid your body can't withstand such a long journey."

Feng Qingyue was about to speak when suddenly her vision went dark and she fainted again.

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At the same time, outside Kyoto.

Zizhu Yingchen staggered along the official road. His clothes were tattered and his face was weathered.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he had only one thought in his mind - to find Feng Qingyue and bring her back to Kyoto.

"Qingyue...you must hold on..." He murmured softly, but his steps became heavier and heavier.

Just then, a carriage passed by him.

Seeing him staggering, the driver quickly stopped the carriage, stuck his head out and asked, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Zizhu Yingchen raised his head and forced a smile: "Thank you... I'm going to Kyoto..."

Seeing that he was seriously injured, the driver quickly got off and helped him into the carriage: "Sit tight, sir. I will take you to Kyoto now."

Zizhu Yingchen leaned against the carriage, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

He only knew that he had to rush to Kyoto as soon as possible to find Feng Qingyue.

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In the Goddess Palace, Chen Jin'er was guarding Jun Lingyuan's bed when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Miss Jin'er!" A maid ran in breathlessly, "There's a young man outside who wants to see the goddess!"

Chen Jin'er stood up suddenly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Quick, bring him in!"

A moment later, Zizhu Yingchen was helped in.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were still firm.

"You went with Qingyue!" Chen Jin'er quickly stepped forward to support him and asked anxiously, "Where's Qingyue? Why didn't she come back with you?"

Zizhu Yingchen gasped, his voice hoarse: "We... encountered an avalanche. Qingyue... was swept away by the snow flow. I searched for a long time, but couldn't find her..."

Chen Jiner's heart sank suddenly, and her fingers clenched her sleeves tightly.

She suppressed her uneasiness and whispered, "Rest first. The king has sent people to look for Qingyue."

Zizhu Yingchen nodded, his eyes full of self-blame: "It's all my fault... I couldn't protect her..."

Chen Jin'er shook her head and said firmly, "It will be fine."