[Author's approval: The previous chapter was lost in circulation, and my friend Shu Youqun has been sent to make up the addition]

It's getting foggy.

Misty clouds and mist covered the valley, and the mist was gray and white in the dark night, making it difficult to see anyone within three feet. Brother Rong gathered around the fire and couldn't help but tighten his tattered coat.

It's difficult tonight.

The light from the fire shone on his stern face, and a trace of sadness appeared in his delicate brows. He didn't know how low the temperature dropped at night. The fire in front of him and the firewood around him couldn't last a night.

And as far as he knows, the coldest time in the mountains is not late at night, but around three or four in the morning.

The dew is heaviest at that time.

Can the fire around him burn until then? Obviously not, although he picked up a lot of firewood and hay before evening. But he did not dare to go far, the firewood would definitely not be able to last the night.

The hay cushioned behind Aunt Xue cannot be smoked, and the wooden frame that has been erected cannot be dismantled, and the branches and leaves stacked on it cannot be used for burning. It is the last layer of warmth and defense. Without those things, the dew at night will destroy Aunt Xue. Wet.

"What a beautiful scene." Aunt Xue huddled behind a stone shelter from the wind, sitting under a wooden frame, looking at the hazy fog in the valley. She rarely encountered the scene in the fog.

He sighed in admiration and looked at Brother Rong's back. He said calmly: "Rong'er, come here, it's very foggy there. Although the place here is small, you can still squeeze in."

"..." Brother Rong was hesitant. He saw that although it was sheltered from the strong wind in the valley, it was not immune to the dew. It was late at night and the firewood in the mountains was wet with dew, making it impossible to light it easily.

He really wanted to pick something up while he was here, but he didn't worry about Aunt Xue staying here alone. The most important point was that the double barrier of night and fog made him not dare to take risks easily.

Suddenly, I heard Aunt Xue behind her scream in pain, and quickly turned around to look, and saw Aunt Xue holding a hand on her wound with a grimace.

"It's a wound, madam, please don't move easily." Brother Rong hurried over to take care of her.

Another place in Xiaoqingliang Mountain.

Jia Lian held up the lantern and urged: "Sister, please go down the mountain first. There is heavy dew on the mountain at night, so don't get cold from the dew."

Baochai was silent. How could she go back? One of the people who fell down the mountain was her husband, and the other was her mother. The two closest relatives were missing and seemed to be injured. How could she go back?

"Thank you for your kindness, second brother." Baochai replied politely: "Sister Feng and Mrs. Qin are struggling in the house, so how can I leave. Second brother, please rest assured that Ying'er, Xiangling and the others are with them. stop."

Seeing this, Jia Lian pulled Xue Biao next to him again. Xue Biao and Baochai had always been close, and he wanted to let Xue Biao persuade Baochai again.

Xue Biao saw that Sister Bao had led a group of maids and women to the depths of the mountains. He said helplessly: "I will accompany my sister, and the second master will lead the male servants to continue calling Brother Rong."

Calling!

Second Master Lian had no choice but to go all the way up the mountain. The soldiers divided into several groups and opened a path in the mountains, heading straight for the direction where Brother Rong fell. Along the way, the servants were shouting hoarse and they didn't hear anything. An echo.

Now the night is cold and foggy, and everyone is tired.

His feet were trembling now. "The night is too dark, the servants should also take a rest."

Xue Zhu pointed to a faint light coming from the mist on the mountainside.

"Second Master, please send someone to persuade that master to come back. He is walking down the road and should be separated from everyone."

Jia Lian looked at the misty light and knew that Jia Qiang was there. He shook his head helplessly, how could he not know that Brother Rong and Jia Qiang had the best relationship among the two houses.

At first, the two of them could be said to be inseparable.

And everyone in the house knows that Brother Qiang treats Brother Rong very differently. This time Brother Qiang came back from Jinling, but he met the old concubine and passed away. He didn't even see Brother Rong a few times. It was not easy. The house has been busy, and something like this happened again today.

well……

Before going up the mountain, when Mr. Lian saw Brother Qiang, he noticed that his eyes were scarlet.

Can't be persuaded.

"Recruit a few people to follow him." Second Master Lian said helplessly. "I don't know if the guards of the Zhongshun Palace who opened the way from the bottom of the mountain have discovered Brother Rong's whereabouts."

Xiaoqingliang Mountain is too big, many places are inaccessible and very steep.

Second Master Lian gritted his teeth and said: "Look for a while longer and let everyone rest for a while. The government should have sent a lot of things for everyone to fill their stomachs."

Jia Qiang has forgotten how far she has walked and how many times she has shouted.

He only knew that it was so cold now, his throat was so hot, and the night was so dark.

The moon in the sky was vaguely visible. But the mist that appeared from time to time in the mountains and forests made his heart tense. Was Brother Rong injured? Did he have anything to eat in the mountains? Brother Rong, who had never suffered anything, could I can't stand such coldness.

No matter how tired you are, you can't relax. You must find Brother Rong as soon as possible.

Going further ahead, the fog in the mountains becomes heavier.

But he moved forward without hesitation, dragging his legs as heavy as hammers, and walked resolutely into the thick fog.

If something happens to Brother Rong, what's the point of everything I do?

This was the only thought lingering in Jia Qiang's mind.

Sudden……

There was a faint light there. He stepped on a large raised rock and looked at the valley. He could vaguely see the light of fire dancing in the mist in the valley.

"careful."

The dew-wet stones were slippery. Fortunately, Jia Lian, who led a few people to follow, had quick hands and eyes, and together with the others, he caught Jia Qiang.

"It's okay, just be careful where you step at night."

"It's okay." Brother Qiang endured the pain and gritted his teeth and replied. Suddenly he remembered something and shouted: "I saw Brother Rong and the others. They were down the valley in front of me. I saw a fire there, it must be them." "

"Is there a fire?" Mr. Lian was supported on the stone and looked up. The valley was pitch black and there was no light. "Where is the fire?"

"Really, I saw it. I really saw it. Uncle Lian, hurry up and take people to look for Brother Rong in the valley and get Brother Rong out." Brother Qiang said anxiously, rubbing his hip that was bruised by the stone.

Jia Qiang's voice attracted Baochai, Xue Biao and others. After hearing the explanation, they walked straight to higher places and found several places to hold lanterns and look into the valley.

Each person is like a beacon in the night.

Standing on the mountainside.

Gusts of cold wind whistled by, causing the lanterns in their hands to sway left and right, causing their eyes to squint.

"Why did you bury the charcoal fire?" Aunt Xue asked curiously.

Brother Rong wiped the sweat from his face. A gust of wind blew it into his soaked clothes and made him shiver with cold. "Instead of burying him, digging a hole like this and putting charcoal fire in it can give us some warmth." Covering the charcoal fire with plant ashes can also keep the fire for a while."

We must save firewood.

He used a branch to push through the ashes of the vegetation, revealing the fiery red charcoal inside. The light of the charcoal fire was imprinted on Brother Rong's face, and the look fell on Aunt Xue's eyes.

The originally beautiful and handsome face turned into a big tabby cat.

The big tabby cat laughed and said, "Madam, please rest early. I'll bring the wooden rafts we just braided to block the wind and dew outside."

Aunt Xue nodded gently and said, "Rong'er should also rest earlier."

"I'm keeping an eye on the fire for my wife, and I add wood from time to time to keep the charcoal fire going."

The light at this time was countless times darker than before. Hiding between the two big rocks on the mountainside, hiding in this crude vegetation shelf, Aunt Xue was lost in thought when she looked at Brother Rong's figure.

"Are Ronger scared?"

"kindness?"

It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no worry in my heart, but that is just worry.

As someone who was used to wild life in the countryside when I was young, although I don’t have any serious knowledge about survival in the wild, I can still cope with the current situation with the knowledge I learned later.

Of course, the most important point is that he was worried several times but could not show it in front of Aunt Xue.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face and he said: "My wife just said that this place is beautiful. There is nothing to be afraid of in such a beautiful place."

There is really nothing to be afraid of. Apart from poisonous insects, poisonous snakes and rain, there is nothing else to worry about here. At least you don’t have to worry too much for a few days.

He knows what can and cannot be eaten.

There is water and wild fruits.

Hungry to death.

"Don't worry, madam. Let's just make up for the missed outing during the Qingming Festival."

"Well, Rong'er, come here, it's cold even if you sit on the stone." Aunt Xue did not show off, nor did she avoid suspicion. In such an environment, there is nothing else to avoid. Etiquette is the product of having no worries about food and clothing.

The rules of the noble.

The most important thing for the two of them right now is to survive, but the most important thing to survive is not to get sick.

Brother Rong was reserved for a while, and finally sat next to Aunt Xue and lay down on the hay next to her.

The cold wind brought the two people closer involuntarily.

"Do you still remember the scabby monk you met in the Temple of the Reclining Buddha?" Aunt Xue said suddenly, not feeling sleepy.

Brother Rong was stunned for a moment, how could he not remember that guy? He hummed softly and asked cautiously: "Which monk did your wife know before?"

"It's been twenty years. When we first met, he had not yet become a monk." Aunt Xue said calmly. She fell into memories, as if she had returned to the world twenty years ago, when she was still a teenage girl.

"At that time, he was more romantic than Baoyu, and he was no worse than you are now. He was even more valued by the prince at that time. He was so dazzling!"

Speaking of the former leprosy-headed monk, Aunt Xue couldn't help but smile.

It was as if I had seen that handsome young man with my own eyes.

"What happened later? Why did he become a monk again?" Brother Rong asked curiously. He was very suspicious of the past between Aunt Xue and the scabby monk.
To be continued...