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Brother Yue?

Why is it Elder Brother Yue again?

Dongfang Wenming rubbed his forehead. He felt displeased. It was as if something was stuck in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

For the past two years, if she was in extreme pain, or when she was unconscious, she would constantly call him "Brother Yue". But who was Brother Yue? There was something about this "Big Brother Yue." Dongfang Wenming had sent people to investigate, but nothing came of it.

When Zhao Jingyan was raised in the mountains, he didn't know much about her. Even if he wanted to investigate later, it wouldn't be of much value. Even the villagers at the foot of the mountain only knew that there were a few people living on the mountain.

Occasionally, those who went to the mountains to seek medicine would rarely see Lu Shan's true face. Regardless of whether it was Qin Wuyi or Nanyun Huai Yue, they would only treat patients through the curtain.

That's all!

The sound of water splashing could be heard. The water in the dark river was steaming and warm to the touch, which made the water feel very comfortable.

He tore off his clothes to wipe away some of the water. Dongfang Wenming wiped away the dirt on Zhao Jing's face. "I've never seen such a stubborn girl like you. You know you can't kill me, but you're still playing with your life?" You were wounded all over and you lost half your life just for this? "

He snorted lightly, "You're not afraid of falling to your death!"

"If you fall to your death, it's mine." She finally opened her sleepy eyes. The weak light temporarily made her unable to adapt. She subconsciously blinked her eyes, and her pale face immediately wrinkled.

Dongfang Wenming raised his head and glanced at the light outside. His warm palm gently covered her eyes. The rough palm slowly rubbed against her skin. It brought with it a little pain, but it was enough to cover up the glaring light of the outside world.

He seemed to have felt the movement of her eyes as he slightly raised his palm. His long eyelashes brushed past the palm of his hand, causing him to suddenly recall the scorching breath on his neck. That kind of warmth made people unable to restrain themselves.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Alright!" "No," she replied.

Her ice-cold palm covered his warm back of his hand. Her tender softness stuck to the resolution of the man on the battlefield. The feel of his skin on hers was indescribably subtle. She gripped the back of his hand and slowly moved his hand away. She subconsciously raised her eyes and laid on the ground, trying to raise her head to look at the light above her head.

He crouched beside her, looking at the face reflected in the rippling water, and gave a knowing smile.

Her eyes clearly yearned for light and warmth. Golden light flickered outside as it flowed between her eyebrows. It resonated with her fair complexion, as if it was plated with a hazy golden color! Those slightly raised eyelashes in her line of sight, clearly discernible in the dim light, slightly trembled with her breathing!

"We're coming down?" she asked.

Dongfang Mang pulled back his hand, and she realized that they were still holding hands.

"You slept for a long time!" He picked her up and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Zhao Jing leaned into his embrace, his arm still tied with the torn pieces of cloth that he had torn from his body. It was too dark back then, so he couldn't see it clearly. But now, he looked at it carefully. He bandaged it very neatly and fixed her hand bone extremely well! This was the natural instinct of a martial artist. On the battlefield, a cold-blooded man who licked his own blood had to deal with all kinds of injuries. Therefore, bandaging had become an essential skill.

The sunlight outside was extremely bright. Zhao Jing squinted his eyes as he walked out.

Dongfang Wenming was quite careful, he didn't walk towards the light, but stood under the shade of the tree. "Gongsun really didn't tell you, which way to leave the valley?"

When he stood on the ground, he glanced at the boots that had been washed clean at an unknown time. "He only told me how to go down the mountain, but he didn't tell me how to leave such a large valley!"

"You dare to come down without asking clearly? You're not afraid of death!" He walked away with a cold expression. "Stay where you are and wait for me!"

As the sound of his voice faded, he leapt into the air and disappeared from Zhao Jing's line of sight.

Speaking of which, it was quite strange. She hadn't eaten or drank anything the entire night, and she had even carried her on her back for such a long distance … He still had the strength to fly? Zhao Jing raised her head and looked up with narrowed eyes. The sunlight was so dazzling that she couldn't see the situation at the top of the cliff.

Taking advantage of the fact that the East hadn't returned yet, Zhao Jing started to walk towards the west. To the west was the dense forest. Zhao Jing seemed to have made up his mind to follow the stream. The five viscera were making gurgling noises in the temple. They were really very hungry!

Zhao Jing was injured on the arm, so he didn't run too fast. He walked along the stream and rested for a while. In the afternoon, he was unable to walk any further. Coincidentally, there was a bamboo forest in front of him. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Jing entered the bamboo forest.

Why enter the bamboo forest? Because there were bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest this season, and... If he was lucky, he would be able to catch a Bamboo Mouse! That was a delicacy in the world, normal people wouldn't be able to eat it!

In the past, when he stayed with his master in the mountains, his master's favorite food was the braised bamboo mice cooked by his master. This thin and tender skin still made his mouth sour when he thought about it!

Zhao Jing picked up a stick and plucked out a bamboo shoot from the yellow mud. He pushed aside the cloth covering the bamboo shoot, revealing the white flesh within that was filled with water. The tip of the bamboo shoot was a little astringent, but the bamboo shoot roots were sweet. Especially the bamboo shoots dug out from the yellow mud; they were even more delicious than ordinary bamboo shoots!

Her body was injured, bamboo shoots were injured, and her stomach was injured. Therefore, she could only temporarily eat her hunger. Otherwise, her arms would be in pain, and she would deserve it!

Furthermore, Zhao Jing didn't like to eat bamboo shoot tips.

After she plucked two bamboo shoots and stuffed them in her stomach, she began to wander around the forest. There were too many precious bones in the bamboo forest: bamboo shoots, Bamboo Rats, and also the most terrifying thing — Bamboo Leaf Green!

Bamboo Leaf Green was highly toxic. If one bit into it, one would die without a doubt. Therefore, Zhao Jing was extremely careful when he left. When he lowered his head, he would often look up. The bamboo leaves were dense and dark, most likely to catch a Bamboo Rat. If the leaves were yellow or sparse, there was basically no chance of success!

Zhao Jing was lucky enough to miss out on the Bamboo Rat, but he did catch quite a few Bamboo Insects. After picking a few pieces of wild mulberry leaves and wrapping them in yellow mud, he would be able to bake a delicious food!

Lighting a fire was a problem. Her right hand was injured, and now only her left hand was left.

"When can you change your habit of following others without saying a word?" Zhao Jing rolled his eyes.

Someone stepped out from behind the tree, stepping on a tree's broken leaves.

Who else could it be other than Dongfang Wenming, who was in such a sorry state?

With a displeased expression, Dongfang Xi lightly humphed, "I didn't make you wait for me?" Why do you want to go first? "

"Not waiting for me to lead the way? If I don't leave, how are you going to follow me? " She looked at him coldly and retorted.

Dongfang Wenming looked at her with a frown, but just as he was about to speak, the little girl spoke first, "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you helping out? Didn't you see how useless I am? If you like it, I won't stop you. But at least you have to let me have my fill! "

Her face was filled with resentment. In addition to her miserable appearance, it was quite a comical sight.

"Where did he get the 'Nine-Five Supremes Supremes' from?" Dongfang Ming stepped forward.

Zhao Jing glared at him. "Aren't you the regent, the general?" General, where is your army? All of his martial arts are good, but he just has to bully a pitiful little girl like me! "

Dongfang Wenming sucked in a breath of cold air and turned around to glare at her.

"Others might not know, but how could you not know?" Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that?" Why don't you start a fire and starve me to death? "

Dongfang Wenming's face was dark, but he still started a fire.

After standing up with much difficulty, a certain someone started to call out to him again, "What are you standing there for? Doesn't a fire need firewood? You want me, an invalid, to collect firewood? "My arm is still hurting, you can't …"

Dongfang Wenming straightened his body, "Don't go too far!"

"I was used to taking care of myself when I first entered the palace, but you still brought me into the palace, making me used to the feeling of being served. "Not only that, you've also killed my mother. Right now, a motherless child like me doesn't even feel any pain from father Zhong, right?" Zhao Jing humphed twice and then shouted at him, "There's no one waiting on me right now. I'm really irritable!"

Dongfang Wenming raised his hand, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more, "I'll go! I'm going to pick up firewood! Long live our Emperor, if you have any other orders, please follow them as well! This humble subject does not want to run back and forth! "

"Find me a beehive, I want fresh honey!" Zhao Jing tilted his head.

Dongfang Wenming's eyes widened.

"Father Zhong's martial arts are strong and his qinggong has reached a superb level. Every time you follow me, I don't notice at all. I guess even bees can't catch up to Father Zhong!" Zhao Jing blinked his bright eyes. "Jing'er worships Father Zhong the most!" Don't disappoint me, Father. "

"Stop flattering me, let me live for two more years!" Dongfang Wenming sighed lightly. He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the forest.

Not long after that, Dongfang Cuming threw a pile of dried wood in front of Zhao Jing. In his hands, there were even some broken beehives. "Satisfied?"

Zhao Jing frowned slightly as he looked at the bag on the back of his hand. It seemed as if he had been stung by a bee.

"There are Bamboo Rats in the bamboo forest, but I can't hold them with one hand. Can you do it for me, Father Zhong?" Zhao Jing asked with a smile.

Dongfang Wenming narrowed his eyes. "There's no smoke in this place. Say, if …"

"If Father Zhong were to skin me and eat my flesh, no one would know!" Zhao Jing continued, "It's just that Father Zhong is reluctant to part with it. If that's really the case, then my value in using it will be wasted!"

"What did you say?" The East was not cold.

"I once heard from my mother that my physique is a little special, and that I've probably inherited something that my mother shouldn't have!" Zhao Jing curled his lips. "Mom still hasn't told me the truth. But I believe that what Father Zhong needs is pretty close as well!"

"After I entered the palace, Father Zhong gave me so many pills that they changed every once in a while, as if something was stationed in my body. It's like I've set up camp and slowly adapted to the existence of something in my body! " With a smile, Zhao Jing tiptoed to his face and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Why aren't you saying anything, Father Zhong?"

He seemed to feel it was too much for him to talk with a bent back. He suddenly grabbed her slim waist, lifted her up, and placed her on a nearby rock. This way, she didn't have to waste any time, "You know so much, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you in advance?"

"Cui Nan Shan is gone, it must be something wrong with my body, I can't achieve the result that you hoped for." For my mother to be able to threaten you and allow me to ascend to the throne, I believe that in the heart of Father Zhong, my position will definitely surpass the position in your heart. " Zhao Jing let out a long breath. "The East is not clear. There are so many secrets hidden in your heart. Aren't you tired?"

Dongfang Wenming smirked, "Smell it?"

"What?"

"I'm muddled!"

"Ah?!" Zhao Jing snapped out of his daze.

Seeing that she kicked away the firewood in a sorry state, reached out her hand to pick up the yellow mud, and was then burned to a crisp, Dongfang Buming couldn't help but smile as he helplessly looked at her.

The moment the fragrance drifted out, the unidentified in the east suddenly frowned!