It was already the next day that Li Ling's fever had completely subsided.

When he woke up, half a pot of chicken soup was simmering in a clay pot, and a few cooked wild eggs were buried in the inextinguishable fire. The chicken soup has been simmering for a long time, and the strong aroma permeated the whole cabin, making people move their index fingers.

Li Ling, who hadn't eaten for a day or two nights, was greedy awake. Before his eyes opened, he heard his stomach groaning, almost so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He clutched his stomach and just got up, he met Wen Fei's gaze, and his wheaten face suddenly turned red-the other party might have heard the sound of his stomach, and was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Wen Fei didn't say anything. Instead, he pointed to the half of the bamboo tube beside the fire and said, "Are you awake? Then drink this first."

Li Ling smelled the scent of chicken soup in the air, and his brain was full of chicken soup. Hearing Wen Fei said that he was allowed to drink, his first reaction was also chicken soup. The eyes lit up right now, and I took a big sip after taking the bamboo tube excitedly.

However, I realized that the bamboo tube was not delicious chicken soup, but bitter concoction... Li Ling's expression immediately stiffened, and a mouthful of medicine in his mouth was not swallowed or swallowed, it was extremely tangled. Up. Finally found that the medicine contained more bitterness, so I had to swallow the medicine with a painful expression, and finally did not dare to ask. After all, he is ill, and it must be a good intention for someone to boil medicine for him.

Wen Fei waited for a day, and finally saw this scene, only to feel satisfied. But Li Ling just took a sip. She didn't plan to let him go, so she pointed to the bamboo tube and said: "Drink more, finish drinking, you are still ill."

Li Ling immediately suffered a bitter face, but knowing what was wrong, he still held his breath and closed his eyes to make the medicine stuffy.

As soon as he woke up, he was filled with bitter medicine. Li Ling's whole body was awkward, and the stomach that had just been "cooing" was still silent. As someone who came by, Wen Fei felt that he might have no appetite to eat for a while.

Li Ling really calmed down, but he recovered faster than Wen Fei expected. It was probably because he was really hungry without eating for two days. After a short period of losing his appetite, he sniffed the aroma of chicken soup in the air, and was gradually aroused by gluttons. He raised his head and looked at Wen Fei, and then at the half-pot chicken soup in the clay pot, his eyes looked a little pitiful.

People who are ill always have to make up for it. Wen Fei is not a stingy person. He noticed Li Ling's gaze and said: "Then you can pour the chicken soup yourself. It's just that we fled, and everything on our body was washed away by the water. There is not even a bit of salt here, and the chicken soup smells sweet."

The unsalted chicken soup was tasteless, and it felt particularly oily. Wen Fei and Chu Xi both disliked it.

However, what Wen Fei didn't expect was that Li Ling didn't dislike it at all, not only drank the greasy chicken soup, but also the chicken, and soon returned an empty clay pot. Finally, he wiped his mouth and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm so hungry, I ate all the meat. But don't worry, I'm in good health now, and I can go out to find something to eat later."

Wen Fei hurriedly waved his hand after hearing this: "Farewell. This time is good luck. Be careful and get sick again, but we can't save you."

Li Ling was grateful again when he heard the words, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief-although the illness was uncomfortable, the illness was considered to be just right, and he was left behind and had a temporary place to stay.

The atmosphere in the cabin is fairly harmonious. Li Ling is probably a person who can’t stay idle. After sitting quietly for a while, he took the initiative to look for the conversation and asked: "This brother, you look at the face, and the accent is not like a local. Did you come from outside?"

Wen Fei ignored Li Ling’s call as a brother, but now that Li Ling had started talking, she really wanted to ask him: “Yes, we are originally from Chang'an, and we will only fall here during a flood on the way south. I heard you say you are a local. People, I don’t know where it is? How far is it from Shanghe? How far is it from Jiangzhou?"

Li Ling was very enthusiastic when asked, and immediately replied: "This is Shuangxi Township, and my family lives in Lijia Village at the foot of the mountain. Shanghe's words are quite far away, fifty or sixty miles away, Jiangzhou is away. It's almost the same."

As he spoke, he pointed to the directions of Shanghe and Jiangzhou, which happened to be one to the left and one to the right. In other words, the town of Shuangxi, which I have never heard of, happened to be in the middle of the two places. Wen Fei and Chu Xi were washed by the water, but they crossed almost half the way. It's just that neither of them thought that the power of the flood that day would have washed them away for fifty or sixty miles in one go.

Wen Fei turned his head and glanced at Chu Xi behind him, and reached a consensus in eye contact—this place is as far away as Shanghe. It is not easy to find the lost guards and Yudong. It is better to go directly to Jiangzhou and let Chu's family. The elder brother may send someone to find it faster.

With caress, Wen Fei had a bottom line in her heart. She turned around and wanted to ask Li Ling if she knew the way to Jiangzhou, only to find that this person didn't know the right way at all. At this moment, she was looking behind her. Look!

Wen Fei, who deliberately separated Chu Xi from him, had a heartbeat, and immediately became cold, and his tone became uneasy: "Hey, boy, what are you looking at? Peeking at someone else's fiancee is going to be beaten, you know have no idea?!"

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After being taught by Wen Fei, Li Ling became more honest, at least he didn't dare to peek at Chu Xi anymore—the young man actually didn't have any malice, but was just curious. Wen Fei kept hiding Chu Xi from him, and he became more curious, so he took a peek at Wen Fei's attention. After receiving a lesson, he naturally became honest.

The two-person cabin will be ambiguous, and the atmosphere of the three-person room will be awkward.

Since discovering that Li Ling was peeking at Chu Xi, Wen Fei had guarded him like a thief, and at the same time he had the desire to drive people away again. It's a pity that the rain outside hasn't stopped, and Li Lingbing just happens to have nowhere to go, so he has to be suppressed.

Finally, on the third day, the rain on the outside diminished.

When Li Ling saw this, he opened the door of the house and guarded the door. He watched the rain for a while and turned his head and said to the two people: "Today's rain is lighter, it seems that it can stop tonight. I don't know how the mountain is now. Is it submerged deep..."

He talked gossips on one occasion, and Wen Fei only responded occasionally. But when Li Ling said that the rain would stop tonight, she couldn't help but glanced outside, and saw that the heavy rain outside the house had become drizzle. If the rain continues to decrease, it might stop at night. Then, after two more days of work, she could leave with Chu Xi.

Thinking of this, Wen Fei could not help but think of leading the way. Wen Fei glanced at Li Ling and asked: "By the way, you said that your family lives in a village under the mountain. This time there is a flood, how is your family? Are you not worried here alone?"

Li Ling didn't reply when he heard the words, her voice seemed normal, and she seemed a little sad: "Don't worry. There is no one else in my house except me. Now I'm still alive, my house is fine."

Oh, this is another male protagonist whose parents are dead and helpless.

Wen Fei didn't feel surprised. After a reassuring sentence, she went straight to the point: "The rain stopped, and we are going to part ways. We are now going to Jiangzhou, and we don’t know the way when we are washed by the water. Do you know how to get to Jiangzhou?"

The three of them got along for a few days. Even if Wen Fei loved to answer and Chu Xi didn't talk to him, Li Ling still felt unwilling to part with each other. He believed that the two were worthy of friendship, and his home under the mountain had been destroyed by floods. He said: "I haven't been to Jiangzhou, but I know how to get to Shuangxi Town. Then I will go to the town to find out. Ask, someone must know the way."

Wen Fei heard the words silently, and still reminded: "Just after the flood, there is probably no one in the town."

Li Ling shook his head and said, "No. Shuangxi Town is very high. Floods have never flooded the town in previous years."

When Wen Fei heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Listening to you, do you often encounter floods here?"

Li Ling shook his head again: "Not at all. About four or five years ago, the imperial government allocated funds to repair the river embankment, but there has been no water since then. This year, it was probably because there was too much rain and the embankment collapsed again. It was overwhelmed."

Wen Fei didn't know what to say after hearing this. After all, when the emperor ordered to repair the embankment, she was still Habayashi Lang. Thinking back now, I can still think of the people from the Ministry of Industry who vowed to say that the repair of the river embankment was a century-old plan, and the imperial government allocated a huge amount of money. The result is now doing well. The river embankment has been repaired for only four or five years, and I don’t know whether it was the heads of the Ministry of Industry officials or the heads of the Jiangnan officialdom.

With a sharp heart, Chu Xi behind Wen Fei happened to think of this, and then thought of her elder brother who was a car driver in Jiangzhou—her second brother was transferred to Jiangzhou three years ago, and the building of the embankment had nothing to do with him. But now he is afraid that he will not be able to escape the responsibility of breaking the embankment.

Thinking of the emperor's overbearing and unreasonable temper, Chu Xi's heart suddenly lifted. She was a little uneasy. She looked at the fine rain outside the house, but her hand subconsciously grabbed Wen Fei's clothes.

Xu Shi rescued many times along the way, and before she knew it, Chu Xi had gradually become dependent on Wen Fei.

The author has something to say: Wen Fei (warning): Dare to peek at my fiancee again, be careful I beat you!

Li Ling (...): I don't dare, I don't dare, I know it's your wife.

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