When they arrived at the cabin, Ming Wuyou asked hesitantly: "Last night... did you sleep well last night?"
It's so bad that she, who is accompanying someone, doesn't even know if Murong Yu slept in the bed with her last night.
Is he sleeping on the bed?
"That's right." Murong Yu said with a smile, "I got up in Chenshi."
Ming Wuyou was originally worried that he would not be able to sleep well because he was afraid of water.
At this time, I calculated that he had slept for more than three hours and was in good spirits.
So she breathed a sigh of relief.
…
The trip back to Beijing by water took about six days. The boat went smoothly all the way, but the weather was always a little heavy.
After Ming Wuyou was worried for two days, he was completely relieved when he saw that Murong Yu was not too abnormal and was in good condition.
Another day passed and the sky became increasingly gloomy.
A large black cloud hung thickly in the sky, and it started to rain in the afternoon.
The waves were rolling on the river, and the speed of the boat had to slow down.
Ming Wuyou chatted with his grandfather for a while, and played with Yuan Hao for a while. When he and Yuan Hao returned to the cabin, he saw Murong Yu standing on the deck facing the wind.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I felt that Murong Yu's back was very tense, and his whole body was filled with gloom.
It's even gloomier than the dark clouds over there.
Ming Wuyou stared at it.
After he got on the boat, the wind and cold lingered for several days, and it has not completely recovered until today. It is still like that now. Is it uncomfortable?
"Auntie!" Yuan Hao pulled her arm and pouted, "You're absent-minded!"
"How can there be-" Ming Wuyou turned around, "I'm listening to you, don't worry, the wind and waves are not too big and will not pose a threat to our ship. At most, it will slow down the sailing speed."
"How much does it slow down?"
Yuan Hao has been spending a lot of time with Ming Wuyou recently, and he admires her very much.
Because Ming Wuyou knows so much, it’s interesting to talk about it.
He also liked to pester Ming Wuyou to talk.
After dragging Ming Wuyou into the cabin, he showed his infinite curiosity and talked with Ming Wuyou for a long time.
Ming Wuyou also liked to accompany him. He waited until dinner was finished and took care of Yuan Hao to sleep before leaving the room.
She was always thinking about what happened when she saw Murong Yu in the afternoon, so she wanted to see how he was doing, but she didn't expect to go to Murong Yu's room, which was completely dark.
Leng Xiao stood guard in front of the door, lowered his voice and said to Ming Wuyou: "Your Highness went to bed early after taking dinner and medicine."
Going to bed so early?
The genius has just been dark for a while.
Ming Wuyou felt a little suspicious, so he took a look at Murong Yu's room and went back to his own room.
It was still early and she couldn't sleep very well, so she sat at the table and read for a while.
When he felt a little sleepy, Ming Wuyou took off his shoes and went to bed.
Suddenly there was lightning and thunder outside, the wind and waves became stronger, and the windows were blown open by the strong wind, making a crackling sound.
Ming Wuyou quickly got up and closed the window.
The black clouds on the horizon are like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, grinning ferociously as if it wants to swallow everything.
Ming Wuyou recalled seeing Murong Yu on the deck in the afternoon.
His aura, which was more gloomy than the black clouds that enveloped his whole body, suddenly made him feel uneasy. After closing the window, he decisively went to Murong Yu's room.
The wind and waves were so strong that the guards were a little unsteady due to the cold rain.
Leng Xiao was surprised to see her coming: "Miss Wuyou, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Let me take a look at Your Highness." A few steps away, Ming Wuyou didn't hold an umbrella, and the cold wind made her skirt fly.
Leng Xiao quickly stepped forward to greet her and opened Murong Yu's door for her.
Snapped.
The door panel closed, shutting out the violent storm.
The room was dark and quiet.
Ming Wuyou fumbled and lit the candle, then went to the bed and sat down, looking at the person on the bed.
Murong Yu slept very deeply, and the loud noise outside did not disturb him.
He was always very alert and should have woken up long ago.
Ming Wuyou frowned, grabbed his hand on the quilt and checked his pulse. He noticed that the pulse was beating abnormally fast, and then reached out to touch his forehead. It was also ridiculously hot there, as well as behind his ears and in his neck.
Sweating.
"Your Highness?!" Ming Wuyou's heart tightened and he shook him: "Wake up."
But she shouted several times and shook for a while, but Murong Yu couldn't move at all.
His body was alternately hot and cold, and he began to sweat all over his body.
Ming Wuyou was extremely anxious and immediately wanted to get the gold needle, but her sleeve pocket was empty - she had just planned to take a rest, so she took off all her belongings and put them on the table in the room.
"Miss Wuyou, what's wrong with Your Highness?!" Leng Xiao outside heard Ming Wuyou's anxious voice and asked worriedly.
Ming Wuyou immediately ordered: "Go and get the needle bag from my table."
She turned to Murong Yu and called him while wiping his sweat.
Leng Xiao quickly brought the golden needle over and Ming Wuyou stabbed Murong Yu's acupuncture point, but there was no reaction.
Ming Wuyou recalled some things from his previous life, immediately threw away the golden needle, and tried hard to pull him up.
But Murong Yu had a tall and tall figure, how could she hold him?
Ming Wuyou turned to Leng Xiao and said sternly: "Come and help me!"
"……good!"
Leng Xiao was already stunned, but was suddenly brought back to his senses by Ming Wuyou's voice, and quickly stepped forward to help Murong Yu up.
Ming Wuyou hugged Murong Yu tightly.
"Your Highness, wake up. Can you hear me? Your Highness?"
"I'm Ming Wuyou, wake up quickly!"
"Your Highness!"
Murong Yu's head was tilted weakly on Ming Wuyou's shoulder, and his face was whiter than the paper.
"Ayu! Ayu!"
Ming Wuyou changed his name and called him, and pressed his fingers on several acupoints on the back of his neck, pressing them continuously.
Suddenly, Murong Yu said "Oh", and although he did not open his eyes, he raised his stiff arms to hug Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou seemed to be encouraged, calling him again and again, until Murong Yu let out a gasp, opened his red eyes, and pressed her tightly into his arms.
Like a drowning man grasping at the only life-saving straw.
He was dreaming.
I dreamed that the man grabbed his head and pushed him hard into the pond.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Go to hell."
Abandoned ponds, rancid water, suffocating mud.
He struggled desperately to no avail.
No one rescued him.
"Don't be afraid."
Ming Wuyou patted his back gently, like coaxing a child who had a nightmare. His voice was soft and warm, like light shining into the haze, gradually dispelling the darkness and cold.
A long, long time.
When Ming Wuyou felt as if his bones were about to be broken by him, he finally moved.
Murong Yu buried his face into Ming Wuyou's shoulder, breathing heavily, "Ming Wuyou..."
He said her name over and over again.
Ming Wuyou also said patiently over and over again: "I'm here."