Our leader can't be so funny

Chapter 17

Feng Ling opened her eyes impatiently, and glanced at Ye Fuyi, her eyes were blurred, she probably didn't recognize Ye Fuyi.

Ye Fuyi didn't care, but said to him in a low voice: "Pull out the arrow first, and then go to sleep after pulling out the arrow."

Feng Ling frowned and looked at the arrow on her shoulder.

Ye Fuyi helped him sit up, pulled his hair back for him, picked up the herbs that had been thrown on the ground just now, took out the water bag and handkerchief, and looked back at Feng Ling.

I saw Feng Ling sitting on the ground with her head down, like an ignorant child.

"Ling'er." Ye Fuyi called softly, successfully attracting Feng Ling's attention.

Feng Ling looked up at him.

Ye Fuyi asked: "Do you recognize me?"

"Ye Fuyi." Feng Ling said.

"Very good." Ye Fuyi walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm going to take off your clothes, pull out your arrows, clean your wounds, and apply medicine to you. If the pain is unbearable, just yell." After a pause, "Bite me is fine."

Feng Ling nodded her head seriously, as if she was considering whether to shout or bite him later.

Must be to bite him!

If it wasn't for Ye Fuyi, he wouldn't have come to this point.

Can be miserable!

Ye Fuyi stretched out his hand to take off Feng Ling's clothes, Feng Ling gave him a strange look, and an inexplicable ambiguity circulated between the two, which was very strange.

I really want to brush up the plot, and now is the right time and place, but it's a bit unfriendly.The leader thought about it and decided to go on strike temporarily.In his current state, his bed sheet is bloody broken!

Ye Fu took off his clothes for a long time, but he didn't pull them off, and he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting Feng Ling, so he simply picked up the sword at hand.

Feng Ling was startled: "..."

With a stabbing sound, the clothes were cut open, exposing Feng Ling's snow-white shoulders.

Ye Fuyi raised his eyes to look at Feng Ling, and saw that his face was flushed, but it was obviously caused by a burn, and being shy and blushing has never had anything to do with the cheeky leader, okay?

Ye Fuyi stretched out his hand to hold the arrow, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to pull it out."

The leader nodded.

Ye Fuyi exerted all his strength and quickly pulled out the arrow.The blood spattered on the back of his hand, it was warm and warm, he quickly touched several large acupuncture points on the leader's body, and turned to look at Feng Ling.

I saw that Feng Ling's red face had turned pale, cold sweat was streaming down his forehead, and his lips turned white from being bitten by him. Even so, he just groaned from beginning to end.

Ye Fuyi reached out and wiped the sweat off his forehead for him.

Some scraps of fabric were embedded in the wound, Ye Fuyi took out a flat, long box that was only half the size of a palm, and took out a silver needle from inside.

Feng Ling's eyes widened, with a hint of resistance in them.

Ye Fuyi tapped his acupoints very simply and neatly.

Feng Ling: "..."

Carefully picked out the debris for the leader, washed his wound with clean water from the water bag, and then chewed the herbal medicine and applied it to his wound.

Finally, he tore off the hem of his clothes and tied up the wound for him.

Just after tying a knot, Feng Ling suddenly fell into Ye Fuyi's arms.

Ye Fuyi stretched out his arms to hug him, and looked down at him, only to see Feng Ling's face was snow-white, eyes closed tightly, lying in his arms, she had already fainted, but her brows were slightly frowned, as if very uncomfortable.

Ye Fuyi sighed softly, put on the dried clothes for him, took off his outer robe and spread it on the ground, and put Feng Ling on it.

Feng Ling slept extremely restlessly, her brows were tangled in one place, and she wanted to roll over, but Ye Fuyi held her down just in time.

If you accidentally press the wound, the blood may not stop.Ye Fuyi simply sat down and held Feng Ling in his arms.

Feng Ling continued to struggle, her fair cheeks were flushed red from the high fever, and a lot of heat radiated from her whole body, like a furnace.

Ye Fuyi was worried that his brain would burn out if he continued to burn like this, so he took out the veil, poured some water on it, wrung it dry and applied it on his forehead.Among the herbal medicines picked before, some of them can reduce fever, but there is no equipment for brewing medicine here, so I can only chew the herbs with my mouth and feed them to Feng Ling's lips.

To his surprise, Feng Ling obediently opened his mouth to take his herbal medicine, chewed and swallowed it subconsciously.

The herbs were bitter and astringent, but fortunately Feng Ling's sense of taste was not very sensitive due to the high fever, his throat was dry and astringent, and the water chewed from the herbs was actually slightly sweet to him.

It's just that Ye Fuyi's tongue was astringent and numb.

After feeding the medicine, Ye Fuyi helped him re-wet the kerchief on his forehead, wrung it out and put it on.

In the middle of the night, Feng Ling was so dizzy from the fever that she suddenly opened her eyes, met Ye Fuyi's gaze, and said coldly: "A heartless person!"

Ye Fuyi's body froze, his face full of shock: "You remember?"

However, after Feng Ling just said this, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Fuyi, who hadn't closed his eyes for most of the night, rubbed the center of his brows wearily, sighed softly, and muttered to himself: "So it's just a dream, I shouldn't expect you to remember it... If you can't remember it for the rest of your life, you should remember it." How wonderful..."

When it was dawn, Feng Ling's condition had stabilized. Ye Fuyi tested the temperature on his forehead, and seeing that the high fever had subsided, he breathed a sigh of relief, took away the veil, and put him back on the ground.

Take the handkerchief and wash it off, come back and squat beside him, scrubbing his face carefully.When he rubbed near his eyes, his movements slowed down, and he stretched out his fingers to gently stroke the end of his eyes.

It turned out that there was a cinnabar mole there.

After a night of lingering that year, the mole disappeared. When they reunited three years later, the mole came back. He was always wondering about this, but he didn't expect that he had put it on himself.

Ye Fuyi laughed helplessly, this guy is quite cute, the same as three years ago, nothing has changed.

He looked up at the sky, gathered the bonfire, picked up the sword, got up and walked out of the cave.

The sun gradually rose.

Ye Fuyi walked into the cave with two freshly caught fish in his hand, bathed in the morning sun, and saw Feng Ling, who was sleeping on the ground, wrapped in the outer robe he left behind, hugging her knees and hanging down. Sitting on the ground with his head blankly.

"Are you awake?" Ye Fuyi reminded him of his existence.

Feng Ling raised her head abruptly, a look of surprise and ecstasy flashed in her eyes, then she seemed to realize that her posture was too weak, she let go of her hands quietly, and said calmly, "So you didn't leave..."

Ye Fuyi smiled: "So you thought I was gone?"

"I..." Feng Ling opened his mouth to explain, but he didn't know what to say. He admitted that when he woke up, he found that Ye Fuyi was gone, leaving only this outer robe, and his heart was splashed. Like a basin of cold water, it was cold, and silently cursed the leader for a while.

"You are also afraid sometimes." Seeing his little actions with the abandoned pet, Ye Fuyi couldn't help smiling, walked to his side, and said it as if he was joking, but also as if he was serious.

Feng Ling didn't refute, but smelled the smell of fish, moved back, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Ye Fuyi said: "I hate it now, but I want to roast it later."

Feng Ling frowned and said, "I don't know how to grill fish."

"I will." Ye Fuyi said calmly.

"I want to drink fish soup." Feng Ling said sullenly.

"You create a pot for me."

Feng Ling curled her lips: "Forget it."

When the fish were at the lakeside, they had already been scaled and viscerated. Ye Fuyi forked them on the sword, took out the picked grass and wrung out the juice and poured it on it.

Sitting next to her, Feng Ling picked up a branch with one hand and threw it into the fire.

Ye Fuyi turned his head and asked, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Feng Ling shook her head, sneaking her eyes at his arm.Ye Fuyi understood, and said with a smile: "That arrow didn't hit very deep, it just hurt the flesh, so it's not a serious problem."

"What about Helian Ming's palm?"

Ye Fuyi chuckled lightly: "Is Ling'er caring about me?"

"I've always cared about you, so why should I act so flattered." Feng Ling looked very calm with a disgusted and "hypocrite" expression on her face, "I admire you very much, everyone in the world knows it, don't pretend to be the last one. Do you know it!"

Ye Fuyi: "..."

"I also admire Linger very much." After a while, Ye Fuyi said affectionately.

Feng Ling: "..." Get lost!

After eating the grilled fish, Ye Fuyi proposed to change Feng Ling's dressing, Feng Ling readily agreed, and very consciously took off his shirt, revealing his thin and fair chest.

Ye Fuyi chewed the herbs, squatted behind him, changed the medicine for him, and said in a low voice: "I just went out for a walk and found that this valley is surrounded by cliffs, which are extremely difficult to climb. You and I are both seriously injured now. , it is as difficult as going out."

"Can I swim back along the original lake?"

"That's He Lianming's territory. If we go back, it's like throwing ourselves into a trap."

Feng Ling: "So we're going to live here for a long time?"

Ye Fuyi: "Theoretically so."

"What a loss." Feng Ling sighed from the bottom of her heart.

"I will keep my promise."

"So the question is which side should we live in after marriage?" Feng Ling said.

Ye Fuyi gently applied the herbal medicine on his wound, and said calmly: "Naturally, Ling'er lives with me in the lord's mansion."

"I still like God religion a little more."

Ye Fuyi didn't speak.

Feng Ling snorted, but didn't say anything else.

After applying the medicine, Ye Fuyi put his clothes back on for him, and didn't say another word to him. Feng Ling felt more and more depressed, turned her body, turned her back to him, and stopped looking at him.

After an unknown amount of time, light footsteps sounded in the cave, followed by the sound of running water. Feng Ling's ears twitched, wondering what Ye Fuyi was doing at this time.He endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back, and turned his head to look at Ye Fuyi.

I saw Ye Fuyi, who was still sitting beside him just now, walked to the edge of the small pool at some point, squatted down, raised the sleeve of his left arm, untied the bloody bandage, soaked the handkerchief in his right hand, and slowly Tun Tun cleaned the wound.

His wound was not much better, his flesh and blood turned out, looking very hideous.

Feng Ling watched silently for a moment, with mixed feelings in her heart, and suddenly called out: "Hello——"

Ye Fuyi stopped to look at him, frowned and said, "I don't call you hello."

"Let me help you." Feng Ling said.

Ye Fuyi smiled slightly: "Come here."