His sight was dark, only a cluster of burning light in front of him, Miao Miao stumbled forward to absorb warmth. She was so cold all over, as if she was in the snow and ice...No, she was in the snow!

Struggling out of the chaotic darkness, Miaomiao opened her eyes tiredly, her long eyelashes trembling lightly, and her eyes were on the hard wall of the cave ceiling. Her head turned sluggishly, and scenes from last night were played back. After she finished the water for Yang Fu, she curled up in the corner and fell asleep... She suddenly sat up from the ground with a terrible headache. When she lowered her head, she just saw the cloth on her body. Short jacket.

This is her clothes, but didn't she give it to Yang to cover it?

Miaomiao woke up suddenly and looked around, but Yang Fu was nowhere to be seen! She supported the wall to stand up. This is good. Not only her waist but also her hands and feet are numb and sore. She limply walks out of the cave, as far as she can see, the mountains and white snow, the glazed world is crystal clear, Wan Lai All quiet.

Miaomiao had to panic, and walked a few steps outwards, "Master!"

A few ferrets looking for food in the snow, they may be very interested in the usual Miaomiao, but now they have no intention of meeting them, and they are looking for Yang Fu anxiously. He was wounded all over, and he was sick last night, where can he go now? The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more frightened she became. She seemed to be the only one left on the mountain. She shouted, "Yang Fu, where are you?"

Suddenly there was a calm voice from behind: "Yang Fu?"

Miaomiao looked back in surprise, and saw that Yang Fu was standing more than a dozen steps away with a motionless rabbit in his hand, so he looked at her for a while, "Dare to call my king's name directly, are you going to die?"

Miao Miao's body running towards him stopped abruptly, standing still hesitating, "The maidservant is in a hurry, the prince is forgiven..."

It was probably caused by being roasted by the fire in the cave. When she was violently frozen, the little maid’s cheeks flushed red, and her pair of shiny pupils added a lot of vitality to the vast snow scene. Yang Fu's eyes fell on her, stretching his eyebrows, "Come here."

Does this mean to forgive her? Miaomiao regained his energy, and came to him in threes or twos, and asked enthusiastically: "Where did the prince go? Are you sick better, can you move?"

After a series of questions were thrown, Yang Fu answered patiently one by one: "It's okay. I see you are still asleep, so I went to find some food first."

Wen Yan Miaomiao only noticed the rabbit he was carrying around. Because of the ice and snow, it had long lost its breath, and it happened to be able to satisfy their hunger. Miaomiao followed him back to the cave, and skillfully added dry wood to it. The fire suddenly became strong, and suddenly remembered something, "Will the prince bake rabbits?"

Yang Fu nodded and told her to wait in the cave, "I'll go outside to clean up."

Miaomiao said obediently, and sat aside in peace, waiting quietly with her head resting on her knees. After sitting for a while, her back hurts uncomfortably, and she touched the back of her hand and hissed with a grin. It hurts too much, but the place is invisible at all, she doesn't know how badly she hurts, and she can't even start.

When he was melancholy, Yang Fu came in from outside, and the rabbit had been skinned and cleaned with snow. He sat next to Miaomiao, skillfully grilling the meat on the fire, turning it back and forth occasionally.

He really doesn't look like someone who can do this kind of thing. Miaomiao stared at him in surprise, "Wang Ye did this before?"

Yang Fu smiled disapprovingly, "In previous years, hunting would roast prey, which is not uncommon."

That was the case, Miaomiao returned his gaze to the roasted rabbit. The fat rabbit was roasted out of oil, dripping on the fire and making a sizzle, hungry for a day and night, this is undoubtedly the biggest temptation for her. Although the meat hadn't been cooked yet, Miaomiao was already too greedy. He stared at the meat in front of him eagerly, and covered his belly without any promise.

How could this little movement escape Yang Fu’s eyes, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the little maid’s gluttonous mouth, he curled his lips and asked, “After the avalanche yesterday, you brought me here?”

Miao Miao nodded and spoke relaxedly, "The prince was frozen to death at the time. I found this cave nearby, so I moved you here."

Yang Fu raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and slowly said, "I seem to have a fever at night. After I woke up with your clothes on, what else did you do for me?"

There was only the sound of crackling wood burning in the cave. Miaomiao's face was stained with red clouds in the light of the fire. She lowered her head to avoid Yang Fu's gaze, and set aside the firewood. "Oh... I'll keep you warm, don't He didn't do anything about it." There was a bit of an overwhelming taste in the words.

Yang Funing looked at her, with a soft light in his eyes that was not easily noticeable, he faintly retracted his gaze, took off a rabbit leg and handed it to her, "It's a bit hot, be careful."

He didn't continue to investigate, Miaomiao felt somewhat lucky. He took the rabbit meat flattered and took a small bite tentatively. Although the taste was a bit weak, it was already very rare. She held her rabbit legs and lowered her head to eat silently, looking like a starving weasel.

After eating rabbit meat, she finally recovered some strength, and Miaomiao rubbed the snow outside to wash her greasy hands. She didn't dare to move too much for fear of pulling the wound on her back. When she returned to the cave, she saw Yang Fu sitting by the fire, bowing her head and bandaging the scratched arm. The wound was really serious, and the skin was open and fleshy. It took Miaomiao a lot of effort yesterday to stop the bleeding.

She dropped the broken snow in her hand and squatted in front of Yang Fu in threes or twos, "The prince stay still, let me help you."

After this incident, she seemed to have grown up a lot overnight, and she did everything in an orderly manner, not as busy as usual. The silk handkerchief neatly tied a knot in her hand. Although not very beautiful, it barely caught the eye. She fumbled this out yesterday. Yang Fu was injured. She had to bandage him. Fortunately, she brought two silk kerchiefs.

"There shouldn't be anyone coming to rescue us in the short term. After we get out of here, we will first look for the seventh brother, and then we will come up with a way out of the mountain." Yang Fu raised his hand and patted her head, got up and walked out of the cave, "Miaomiao, Thanks to you yesterday, otherwise this king would have been buried here."

Miaomiao was still in a trance, and shook her head when she heard that, "The prince protected me first. If there is no prince, Miaomiao will..." She stood up suddenly in a hurry, hurt her back, and frowned. "In short, the prince should not say such things. Since I like you, I will never die of you."

Yang Fu stagnated and turned to meet her firm expression.

She supported her waist with one hand, her figure slightly twisted. Yang Fu returned his thoughts and glanced at her, "Injured?"

Miao Miao shook his head without thinking, and admitted in a short while, "I was injured in the avalanche yesterday. It is not too serious. It will be fine in a few days."

Wounded in such a hidden place, he is not a doctor, he is always a little unsightly. Adding to the fact that she had just said that, Yang Fu had nothing to say for a while, and continued to walk outside, "Go nearby and take a look."

It stands to reason that both of them were injured, and he should have been in pain, but except that he frowned when he bandaged his arm just now, there was no response at other times. Isn't he afraid of pain at all? Miaomiao was thinking wildly, jogging to keep up, but without checking under her feet, she threw herself to the ground in the next instant.

His head was buried deep in the snow. Fortunately, he didn't knock on the stone. Miao Miao slowly climbed up in the snow, covered with snowflakes on his face, describing as sitting embarrassed in the white snow. She touched her cheeks indiscriminately, her moistened eyes filled with a smile, she raised her head to meet Yang Fu's gaze, and pursed her lips embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I caused the prince to trouble..."

Speaking of standing up from the ground, he patted the snow on his legs, and moved forward.

It was expected that Yang Fu came to her and slowly squatted down with his back to her.

Miaomiao didn't know, so, "Master?"

The cold wind poured into his throat, and Yang Fu's voice was low: "Come up."

Miaomiao stared at her eyes incredibly, as if she was greatly frightened, "But, you..." Seeing Yang Fu motionless, her heart throbbed violently, fearing that he would change his mind next moment, so she leaned tightly. He clung to his back tightly, "I, I'm here!"

Yang Fu stood up with her back on his back, putting his hands across her legs, firmly fixing her body. He walked calmly, and walked extremely smoothly in the snow. The snow covered the mountains. There were only the two of them overlapped in the ice and snow. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful. Sometimes one or two snow ferrets passed by, curiously Staring at them.

With a sudden and cheerful sight, Miao Miao nestled on Yang Fu's back, pursing her lips and raising a light smile. There was a lump of cotton in her heart that was swelling rapidly, filling her small heart and spreading to her limbs.

Miaomiao pressed against his broad back and was so close to him. There were only a few layers of fabric between the two. She could almost feel his warmth. She had never dared to expect it before.

Fearing that this happiness is her fantasy, Miaomiao cautiously asked: "Why does the prince carry me?"

I didn't get a response for a long time, and only after a while did I hear Yang Fu's answer: "You are injured on your body and it is inconvenient to walk. I should carry you on my back."

It was not because...caring about her...

Miaomiao lowered her eyelashes, her happiness just touched off at the touch of a moment, and her heart was chilly, "Oh."

She stopped speaking, as if she was angry with someone, and the weight on him became heavier and heavier, carrying her deep resentment.

Yang Fu looked up at the terrain in front of him, almost imagining the disappointment of the little maid behind him, he involuntarily bent his lips, his eyes deep.

He is the noble four kings, why does he want to carry her, can't she figure it out?

It was difficult to tell the direction in the snow. They walked for a long time and finally found the cave where they lived temporarily yesterday.

The cave was faintly shining with fire, and it seemed that there were still people there. Yang Ting should be safe. Yang Fu walked with Miaomiao on his back for more than half an hour, without seeing a trace of fatigue, and his physical strength had to be admired.

Yang Ting was really still here, he should have cleared the entrance of the cave, and there was a spot of rubble scattered around. He leaned against the cave wall and took a nap. He heard the movement and opened his eyes. Seeing that the person was Yang Fu, he called out in surprise, "Four brothers!"

Yang Fu responded and stooped into the cave. Only then did Yang Ting see that he was carrying a little maid on his back.

The little maid had already fallen asleep, her pink lips puffed up, and she slept unguardedly. Yang Fu squatted and put her on the haystack, and when he raised his eyes, he met Yang Ting's complicated gaze.

He looked at the two of them, and stopped talking: "Four brothers, you..."

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