The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 52 Escape
  Late at night, Mo Lingqiu's symptoms became more severe, and his whole body began to feel cold.

The tall figure shivered from the cold and curled up into a ball.

It looks like a cub that has lost its mother's care, fragile and helpless.

If you're not careful, he seems to disappear.

Feng Ling immediately hugged Mo Lingqiu into her arms, gently lifted his head and placed it on her shoulders.

After feeling some warmth, Mo Lingqiu unconsciously hugged Feng Ling's waist tightly.

Like a person falling into the water, he grabbed hold of the floating vegetation and tightly surrounded Feng Ling, making her unable to move.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still in a coma, Feng Ling would have wanted to slap this kid a few times.

She didn't expect that he was so strong when he was unconscious, and her waist was almost broken.

The two spent the night hugging each other like this.

By the time Mo Lingqiu regained consciousness, it was already the next morning.

He had a somewhat chaotic sleep last night. When he was in a coma, he always dreamed of the past scenes of fighting and struggling with his companions, and finally escaping with great difficulty.

These memories plunged him into a nightmare from which he seemed unable to escape.

Mo Lingqiu slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was his master's peacefully sleeping face.

He was a little stunned, he was leaning on Feng Ling's shoulder, his head resting on her shoulder, and Feng Ling did not wake up.

This discovery made Mo Lingqiu feel dizzy and wanted to get up, but was afraid of disturbing her dream.

"master……"

Mo Lingqiu called softly, his voice so weak that even he could hardly hear it.

His hands and feet suddenly felt weak and he was at a loss.

He didn't dare to touch her or move, lest his movements would break this rare moment of peace.

Feng Ling was still sleeping deeply, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.

Mo Lingqiu's breathing became cautious, and he could even feel his heartbeat, thumping, thumping, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

When his breathing slowly calmed down, he dared to move a little and slowly sat upright, but his eyes never left her face.

Mo Lingqiu blinked and locked his eyes tightly on Feng Ling's profile.

Feng Ling leaned against the stone statue, looking a little uncomfortable in her sleeping position. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips had lost the redness of yesterday.

Under the dappled light, her cheeks looked as white as porcelain.

The black hair fell gently on her chest.

Seeing her so docile and soft, Mo Lingqiu held her breath subconsciously.

An inexplicable impulse emerged from the bottom of his heart, driving him to reach out and touch her lips cautiously.

Almost at the same time, Feng Ling seemed to move the corners of her mouth unconsciously, causing Mo Lingqiu to quickly retract her hand.

The soft and slightly dry touch tickled his throat, and he swallowed unconsciously.

There was a strange and soft emotion in my heart, as if I wanted to get closer to her, even closer...

At this time, Mo Lingqiu was in a daze. How could he have found such a master unpopular before?

Why do you think she is annoying? Why do you think she is no different from other people in Hongye Valley?

She is obviously nothing like them...

Mo Lingqiu slowly sat up straight, his already not short figure looking even taller due to curling up.

He easily pulled Feng Ling into his arms and hugged her with both hands.

Although there was little movement, Feng Ling was still awakened.

She made two noises, slowly opened her eyes, then unconsciously patted his chest, and said vaguely comforting words,

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here..."

When Mo Lingqiu shouted in embarrassment,

"master."

Feng Ling finally woke up. She blinked and looked at the dilapidated scene in front of her, her brain still a little confused.

Then she looked at Mo Lingqiu beside her. Seeing his expression return, Feng Ling's face bloomed with a smile again.

She reached out to touch his forehead, then checked the wound on his shoulder. After making sure everything was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.
  "It's great, you don't have a fever, and the wound is no longer bleeding. You are recovering pretty well. But you can't touch cold water anymore. It was because you touched unclean river water yesterday that you got a fever..."

Feng Ling chattered for a while, and then carefully examined Mo Lingqiu's whole body. Her eyes were full of care and worry, with no other distracting thoughts.

Mo Lingqiu's face instantly turned red, and his heartbeat accelerated. He turned his head unnaturally, his voice was low and slightly hoarse,
  "My... subordinate is fine. Thank you Master for taking care of me last night."

Feng Ling across from me suddenly smiled, that smile was sincere and warm. Then he gently tapped the other person's head and joked,
  "What do these mean to me? I am your master. You are sick and it is my duty to take care of you."

"What's more, the reason why you were injured was to protect me. How could I just leave you alone because of this."

Mo Lingqiu suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He blinked and was about to continue speaking.
  Suddenly, there was movement at the door. They both looked up at the same time,
  Mo Lingqiu's expression changed slightly, and she quickly protected Feng Ling behind her, staring at the door warily, worried that it would be the same people as yesterday.

However, this time is clearly different.

The door was pushed open, and standing at the door was Ying Xiaojiu.

Mo Lingqiu was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to come so quickly. The vigilance in her heart relaxed and she felt relieved at the same time.

Just as she was about to say hello, she saw Feng Ling, who was hiding behind her, rushing over. She hugged Ying Xiaojiu tightly, buried her head in his chest, and spoke with grievance in her voice.

"Why did you come here? Don't you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time? I am so worried that you are not around when I need you most."

Feng Ling's face was full of grievances, and the crystal tears slid down her cheeks and dripped on the ground, as if telling her pain.

The tip of her nose was red, as if she had been greatly wronged. She turned all her depression, worry and fear into tears and vented them out.

As for Ying Xiaojiu, although he looked a little embarrassed, with scars on his face and body, and his clothes were stained with dried blood, his eyes were still firm.

Ying Xiaojiu hugged Feng Ling hard, as if she wanted to transfer all her strength to her.

Gently wiping Feng Ling's tears with her fingers, she murmured:
  "Stop crying, stop crying, it's all my fault..."

Ying Xiaojiu thought about the day when she left in a sulk, and her heart was filled with regret.

He felt that his hands and feet were weak and he could not lift it internally, and then he was surrounded by a group of men in black.

Fortunately, the poison he was poisoned was not deep. He tried his best to get rid of those people, but he also fainted due to exhaustion.

When he woke up, the first thing he did was return to the courtyard.

However, there was no one in the small courtyard, it was completely damaged by the fire, and there was a dead body in the house.

(End of this chapter)