Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

They got into the boat, the inside was a mess, the boxes were stained with blood, broken limbs were everywhere, Zhao Buxiu retched a few times, Xie Chenjian glanced at him a few times.Zhao Buxi took Xie Chenjian's hand, his voice trembling, "Go slowly, I can't keep up."

Xie Chenjian has never met someone like Zhao Buxi, who is so thin that he seems to be broken with a light touch, and he is still coughing in his ears, and his breathing has become short of breath.Xie Chenjian was upset when he heard that, and he held the person into his arms, and covered Zhao Buxi's slap-sized face with his wide palm, "Be quiet."

He just hugged him and didn't let him see the blood. He swept away the obstacles in his way, and opened one door after another.Finally found something that could be used, Xie Chenjian put Zhao Buxiu down, the young master's feet landed on the ground, but his ankles went limp.Xie Chenjian had been paying attention long ago, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into his arms.

"This should be a sleeping room, you stand here and don't move."

This should be the first and last room of the cabin, and everyone ran out of it. No one suffered in this room, except for a few chests that fell on the floor, the rest are fairly clean.

The silk quilt on the bed was soft, Zhao Buxi was very tired, so he found a place to sit beside the bed.After the person relaxes, the physical pain becomes more obvious. The skin on his inner thigh should be worn out, and it hurts hot when he moves a little.

Zhao Buxi couldn't help but pulled his underwear with his hands, and the layer of fabric stuck to the wound, and he frowned when he touched Zhao Buxi lightly.Xie Chenjian looked for some edible dry food outside, took a few food boxes, rummaged through the shortbread and put it on the small tea table with the collapsed edge, "Eat something."

After he said something, he took a piece himself and took a bite. The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and Xie Chenjian's complexion improved a bit.When he ate the second piece, he saw that Zhao Buxi hadn't moved. He asked, "What's the matter, don't you like this?"

Zhao Buxi shook his head, his face was blushing, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice: "My thigh seems to be worn out, it hurts badly."

Xie Chenjian was taken aback, his eyes fell on Zhao Buxi, and he heard Zhao Buxi ask: "Do you have any medicine for sores?"

This was the first time I heard that someone riding a horse could wear out the skin and wanted the golden sore medicine. Xie Chenjian gasped to his chest. He was silent for a few seconds, and said coldly: "You really shouldn't come out."

Zhao Buxi's face turned pale, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of falling, but Xie Chenjian took out a jar of ointment from his pocket and threw it to him, "Here you are."

Zhao Buxiu thanked him happily, and Xie Chenjian turned his face away.

Zhao Buxi sat down under the bed quilt, turned sideways and slowly pulled off his underpants. His thin white thighs, which had never been exposed, were pillowed on the soft quilt. His thighs were separated, and a lump of ointment was rubbed on his fingers. Inner thigh.The skin there was indeed worn out, a large area was red, and some were still oozing blood. Zhao Buxi had never suffered such pain before, so he gasped.

Xie Chenjian was sitting on the chair beside the round table, his eyes fell outside the window, and he didn't know what would appear in the long corridor.There was a smell of herbs from the tip of his nose, which was too familiar to him, it was his own smell.

Xie Chenjian tilted his head slightly, he was just curious about how people could be injured while riding a horse, but he didn't know that it was just this look, like a person living in the desert seeing the cold snow and frost in an extremely cold place, or like spring rain falling on him on this traveler.He saw a section of crystal white, delicate and soft honey that made people want to open it carefully to find out.

Zhao Buxiu's separated thighs, looking so fragile, opened them obediently, and the green onion fingers dipped in ointment rubbed along the red flesh inside, and he made a sound of inhaling and patiently from time to time.

"Does it hurt?"

Xie Chenjian made a sound suddenly, Zhao Buxiu was taken aback, pressed his fingers on the wound, and yelled, it sounded like he was about to cry, his body trembled, and he said wronged: "It hurts so much."

Pressing his fingertips into his palms, his knuckles turned white, Xie Chenjian pursed his lips and stood up. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and hugged Zhao Buxi who had taken off his pants and was applying medicine ,"careful."

Zhao Buxiu was hugged into his arms and pressed down hard.The back of his head was held by Xie Chenjian, he felt his body was turned upside down, his face was buried in Xie Chenjian's chest, he couldn't see anything, and he smelled the smell of herbs from the tip of his nose.

Zhao Buxuan was taken aback by the violent shaking of the slow-moving boat on the water. He grabbed Xie Chenjian's arm, "This...what's going on?"

Xie Chenjian gritted his teeth, his voice was almost squeezed out, and he said, "The living dead have woken up."

This was an impossible thing, but it still happened. In the final analysis, no one knows.

It’s just that the sun was very strong that day, and the eyes of winter splashed on the river. The living dead who were frozen at the bottom of the river smelled human scent and felt warmth, as if they wanted to chase and destroy.They struggled to get out of the icy prison, grabbed the ice floes on the water surface, howled and groaned, digging and beating the bottom of the boat.Xie Chenjian heard the "creaking" sound from the bottom of the boat, and his complexion became very bad. He hugged Zhao Buxiu horizontally, but what he touched was Zhao Buxiu's thigh with a slippery hand.

Xie Chenjian whispered, "Put on your pants."

Zhao Buxi blushed, pulled his trousers up, and tied them in Xie Chenjian's arms.But because he was too anxious, he touched the dagger at his waist, and with a "bang", the dagger Zhao Zhifeng gave him fell to the ground.

"My dagger..." Zhao Buxiu yelled, but Xie Chenjian didn't have time for him to get it, so he ran out with Zhao Buxiu in his arms.

The boat shook violently and fell to one side. He yelled: "They are already on board. We can't cross the Wannai River. This boat is useless. I will jump into the river later. Catch me."

"Jumping into the river? But the river is full of living dead."

"They were slow in the cold water, I swam faster than them and we were safe when we got to the shore."

As Xie Chenjian said, he untied his shirt, pulled out a rope tied around his waist, and tied a knot on Zhao Buxi's wrist. He said, "Don't let go."

The swaying dead ship, the broken limbs shaking off, the whimpering cold wind, the dense crowd of living dead climbing up the glacier, the dark patch became the last scene Zhao Buxi saw when he was a human. .

He and Xie Chenjian couldn't survive. After the plague broke out, no one could leave or come back alive from the Wannai River.

The body that fell into the icy water was almost frozen. Zhao Buxiu choked a mouthful of water. His nose and tears could not be distinguished. He coughed violently, crying and calling Zhao Zhifeng's name. When his body sank a little, he was hit by Xie Chenjian pick up.

The young swordsman swam with his arms around him for a while, he overestimated himself, and underestimated the chill of the river, and the hordes of undead behind him.

He knew from the beginning that this was a dead end, and no one could go to Pingnan alone.They will die, become one of these living dead, one of these floating corpses in the Vannai River.Zhao Buxi's breathing had become weak, and he was trembling and raving.

Xie Chenjian called his name, and Zhao Buxi barely opened his eyes.They couldn't swim anymore, they sank in the water, and Zhao Buxuan began to cry.

He embraced Xie Chenjian with open arms, and said to him, "I'm sorry, it's me...I hurt you."

The embracing bodies fell into the glacier one step before being bitten by the living dead, drank a lot of water, and their intestines seemed to be frozen through.Xie Chenjian held Zhao Buxiu's face tremblingly, they squeezed together, so close, their lips brushed against the young man's cheek, Xie Chenjian asked: "Do you regret it?"

Zhao Buxi didn't say a word, his breath was weak, Xie Chenjian let out a long sigh.

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Lin Qiyu, as the commander of the forbidden army, followed the order of Prince Zhou Xiang to find the young master Zhao Buxiu who had sneaked away.After Lord Zhao Hou and his eldest son Zhao Zhifeng were killed in Pingnan and their bones were not preserved, the Holy Majesty asked Zhao Buxiu to inherit the position of Marquis, but he did not expect Zhao Buxiu to slip out like this.As a close friend who grew up together since childhood, Prince Zhou Xiang fired a rage and asked Lin Qiyu to take the army out of the city, asking them to find Zhao Buxiu back.

The team of 200 people almost broke through the Wuta Villa, and finally got the young master and went to Pingnan.

Lin Qiyu scolded him for making a fuss, and then hurried to Wannai River.

There are traces of boats moving on the river bank, but the ice floes in the glacier are completely shattered, and there are even more broken limbs and wreckage.Feeling cold, Lin Qiyu ordered people to rummage through the damaged boat, and finally found a dagger, which was left by Zhao Zhifeng to Zhao Buxiu.

The soldiers below were terrified, looked at the ice and shuddered, "Commander, did the young master fall into it?"

Lin Qiyu took a deep breath, and a deep ravine appeared between his brows. He glanced down the river, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense.At this moment, someone shouted, "I found it, I found it, here, come on, quickly, get the blanket and hot water."

Lin Qiyu was shocked, then pushed away the crowd and walked towards the source of the sound.The place where the person was found was in a tree hole. Some dead branches blocked the hole, and the drenched clothes were piled beside it.

"Xiao Pan." Standing in front of the tree hole, Lin Qiyu called out Zhao Buxiu's nickname.

Zhao Buxiu felt dizzy with a headache, and his head was burning. He looked at it in a daze when he first heard the name.Lin Qiyu grabbed his hand, wrapped in warmth from the cold, he came back to his senses.

He was carried out from the tree hole, wrapped in a thick blanket, Zhao Buxi took a breath, and immediately shouted: "There are still people... There are still people inside, save him quickly."

Zhao Buxiu's voice was almost hoarse and exhausted, he cried out bitterly, Lin Qiyu immediately asked people to pull out the remaining people from the tree hole, and wrapped them in thick leather.

"The swordsman of Wuta Villa." Lin Qiyu said in a low voice.

Zhao Buxiu was trembling, his face was frozen into white snow, and he seemed paler than before.Although he was cold, he could still move and talk, Lin Qiyu supported him and took him back to the carriage, Zhao Buxiu thanked him in a low voice.