Zhou Awu quickly got up from the table and rushed over: “Your Highness, are you awake?”

Chu Yan turned his head and looked outside. Seeing that the sky was dark and the lights were lit in the room, he asked: “What time is it now?”

“You passed out, are you hungry, Your Highness?” Zhou Awu asked.

Chu Yan shook his head: “I’m not hungry, I’m going to find Zhi’er. Get someone to prepare a horse.” As long as they look downstream, they will be able to find her.

He kept telling himself that.

Zhou Awu hurriedly shook his head: “No, the doctor said that you need to rest now, and you must not be tired anymore, otherwise, you will lose consciousness again.”

Chu Yan doesn’t care about this, he only knows that Bai Zhi must be waiting for him to rescue somewhere. How can he let her wait longer?

“Don’t talk nonsense, prepare the horse immediately. If you don’t go, I will go by myself.” He leaned on the bedpost and got out of bed, then walked out barefoot.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Awu quickly held him back: “I’ll go, I’ll go, you put on your clothes, socks, and shoes first, and I’ll go to prepare the horse.” The late spring in Jiangbei was as cold as the winter in the capital. Especially late at night.

*

The sky was surprisingly blue. It was the first time she had seen such a blue sky since she came to this world.

Her throat was dry and burning, she could feel that the nano-rubber boat she was in was still swaying. She was still in the water, but she didn’t know if it was the river or the sea.

Turning his head, Xiao Qing next to him was still drowsy. The wound on her forehead was scarred. The wound was deep and bleeding a lot. Although the bleeding was stopped and the wound was not infected, it can be seen that it will leave a scar.

She felt a little guilty. Xiao Qing was smashed by the mast to save her. At that time, she didn’t even think to take Xiao Qing with her, until Xiao Qing was smashed to save her, she took Xiao Qing with her.

If she will not take Xiao Qing, what will happen to her? She wouldn’t survive.

She pushed Xiao Qing’s body and said: “Xiao Qing, wake up.”

Xiao Qing’s fine eyelashes trembled. She slowly opened her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that familiar and enlarged pretty face.

She quickly sat up and asked: “I’m not dead?”

Bai Zhi also sat up, leaned her back on the soft rubber boat, and said with a smile, “Do I look like a ghost?”

At this time, her hair was messy, and her clothes were wrinkled, but she didn’t look like a ghost.

Xiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, she was still alive. It was good to be alive, she didn’t want to die yet.

Bai Zhi turned her head and looked left and right. They were sitting in a strange boat. The hull was soft. There was water all around, and the water was endless. In this endless water, they were like as small leaves in the sea.

This is the sea!

Bai Zhi sighed and lay back again.

“The rowing oar is gone, it’s all up to our fate now.”

Xiao Qing was stunned for a while and then lay back. There seems to be nothing else that she can do now, except to leave her fate to the gods… …

“I don’t know what happened to the young master. Xiao Qing muttered to herself.

Bai Zhi snorted coldly: “You still think about him? Something like this happened, did he come to save you, or did he send someone to tell you to escape?”

Xiao Qing shook her head: “Young master is not such a heartless person, especially towards you, the young master is sincere. He will never let the boat sink without caring about your safety, something might have happened and delayed him.”

Bai Zhi didn’t want to say anything more. It was thanks to Song Lang that she ended up in this kind of situation.

“Oh, it would be nice if there was a gust of wind now.” Bai Zhi sighed.