~.<  >-~    Shi Wei saw this and ran back to the shore a few steps, shouting: "Who told you to leave? Come back soon!" The eunuch was as if his ears were deaf, completely ignoring Shi Wei's scolding and only rushing in a hurry.

In a moment, the boat was more than ten meters away.

Song Zelan, who followed, was also very surprised and shouted with Shi Wei.

Both of them had a hoarse voice, but the boat was moving further and further away, and they soon returned to the other side of the pier.

Then, what surprised Shi Wei even more was that the eunuchs by the trest bridge seemed to have received some order. In a blink of an eye, the boat was gone and there were no one left.

"This eunuch dared to embarrass us here. It was really annoying. When I saw the Empress, I would ask the Empress to punish them well." Song Zelan said indignantly.

When Shi Wei suddenly realized that she mentioned Empress Song.

If those humble eunuchs had no master's order, how could they dare to throw him a courtier and a daughter of a marquis on this isolated island?

They did this, obviously following someone's order.

Shi Wei raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth and sighed: "Miss, don't complain, do you still see that? Those eunuchs dared to leave us here, so they naturally obeyed the order of the Queen." "Empress?" Song Zelan was shocked and said in a daze: "But why did Empress do this?" Shi Wei did not answer, just sneered.

Song Zelan is not a fool. She looked at Shi Wei's sneer with unique meaning and quickly understood the reason.

When he suddenly realized it, a little scary appeared on Song Zelan's face.

The reason why Queen Song threw them on this isolated island was not to deliberately create opportunities for them to be alone.

Isn’t it a wonderful time to spark a spark when a lonely man and a woman live together in an isolated island?

"May Aunt Qiongyao also came over and became Queen Song's dog-headed military advisor..." Shi Wei complained secretly.

"Then...what should we do now?" Song Zelan asked in a low voice.

Shi Wei looked around and saw that the artificial lake was not big or small, and it was at least a hundred meters away from the shore.

If it was a time of summer and autumn, he would stumble hard at this point and swim over in a few strokes.

But the weather is cold right now, and although the lake water has not frozen, it is still biting cold. He is not a strong winter swimming player. He dare not enter the water in such weather.

After thinking for a while, Shi Wei had no choice but to say, "It's cold and cold, I guess the Empress won't trap us for too long, so let's wait a while. Someone will definitely come to pick us up before dark. "Well, that's good." Song Zelan felt a little relieved. She was afraid that she would be too close to Shi Wei, so she went to the other side to pretend to enjoy the scenery.

Shi Wei walked up to the stone platform and looked down at the imperial city from a high place.

The two of them just didn't talk to each other. They each had their own thoughts and had been withering for several hours, but their faces were red with cold.

The more I endured this way, the heavier the shadow in Shi Wei's heart.

Before I knew it, night fell, but the other end of the pier was still silent like death. No movement was seen.

Shi Wei realized now that Queen Song was much more patient than him. She probably wanted to hold him and Song Zelan and just hurt him to death on this isolated island.

"Ah sneezing~" Song Zelan under the stage sneezed.

Shi Wei looked down and saw that her face was as cold as a crisp apple. Her hands were tightly clinging to her body and her feet jumped around alternately, hoping to increase her body temperature, but she still shivered with trembling.

"The Queen Song's heart was really cruel, and she was not afraid of freezing her niece." Shi Weiyu couldn't bear it, and he felt that he was so cold that he had to touch the stage with the light of the remnant light.

When Song Zelan heard him come down, she asked tremblingly, "Mr. Shi, is there a boat coming to pick us up?" "There is not even a ghost. It seems that they are planning to leave us for this night." Shi Wei complained angrily.

Song Zelan suddenly looked disappointed, as if he was hit by the news, and his cold was trembling even more violently. Shi Wei could even hear the sound of her teeth ramming.

A cold wind swept across the lake, carrying the cold water of the lake to the face. The cold air was like a cunning bug, drilling into the most gap in the body, piercing the skin like a needle.

Shi Wei was so painful that his scalp was numb, and he said tremblingly: "This is not OK. If you don't have the fire to keep warm, you must freeze to death this night." "Then, what should I do?" Song Zelan's tongue was knotted, and the words she said were quite funny.

Shi Wei couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

"You are like this, you still have the heart to make fun of me." Song Zelan complained with a wry smile.

Shi Wei sucked his nose, looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up and had an idea.

He endured the pain and began to break dead branches from nearby trees to collect dead grass under the trees.

Song Zelan followed behind his butt and said blankly: "What are you doing?" "Is this still necessary to ask? If you want to freeze to death on this isolated island, you have to make a fire to keep warm." Shi Wei replied without looking back.

Song Zelan was in a daze and realized that she had hope for a moment, so she quickly collected the dead branches.

After a while, the two gathered a pile of dead trees and rotten leaves in a corner below the platform.

Song Zelan gasped and put down the last handful of dry grass. Her face was full of hope, but suddenly changed.

There is firewood, but what about fire? How can I light these firewood without fire?

A lady like her, of course she would not bring anything ignited when she went out.

As for Shi Wei, he was just here to treat the queen, so he would not have expected to be trapped here, and probably wouldn't have any chewy wrinkles.

Song Zelan suddenly felt relieved and pouted, "There is no fire, why are you picking up firewood? It's useless." Shi Wei ignored her. He squatted down, found a sharp dry branch, and started grinding at another thick branch.

His actions puzzled Song Zelan. He opened his mouth and was stunned for a while before he understood. She said in surprise: "Mr. Shi, are you planning to drill wood to make fire?" "Isn't help if you know. The two of them have a greater chance of drilling together to succeed." Shi Wei said without raising his head.

Song Zelan was stunned on the spot.

For her, a daughter of a marquis, who is usually rich and frugal, and when will she make a fire by herself? The so-called "drawing wood to make fire" is just a legend that only exists in books.

Now when she saw with her own eyes that the man in front of her really had to use the method found in this book to make a fire, how could she not be surprised?

She even found it a bit ridiculous.

Another cold wind passed by. Although she was in a corner sheltered, the remaining wind was enough to make her tremble.

Song Zelan had a cold war. The biting cold dispelled all her disdain and hesitated for a moment. She couldn't squat down to help.

On the isolated island at night, two young men and women, each holding a piece of wood and tossing, like two primitive people.

I don’t know how long it took. Song Zelan was so tired that she was panting, and there were even a few cracks on the back of her hands.

My daughter's body was so weak that she had no strength to continue to struggle, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up, and she didn't care about her image. She sat on the ground.

Looking at Shi Wei who was still unwilling to give up, Song Zelan gasped and advised, "Forget it, save your energy, how can you get out of fire?" "I don't believe this evil. If I don't get out of fire, my name will be written backwards!" Shi Wei was also exhausted, but he was stubborn and refused to stop. The wooden stick in his hand was moving like crazy.

Song Zelan looked at him silently, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

However, this admiration did not affect her disappointment. She didn't believe that Shi Wei could get out of the fire.

"Mr. Shi, don't do it anymore-"Just when she was about to persuade her, a miracle happened.

Among the shavings, a little spark lit up, and then the surrounding wood chips were ignited together.

"Haha, I've said it's OK." Shi Wei shouted excitedly, and quickly put the flame that had finally come out carefully into the lower end of the firewood pile.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of "crackling", the dead grass at the bottom was successfully ignited, and the spreading fire quickly burned the branches above. The fire became bigger and bigger, and the surroundings were gradually lit up.

Finally felt the warmth of the fire. The two young men approached the fire as much as possible, wishing to put their whole bodies on the fire to bake. The warm flames dispelled the chill around them. After a while, they finally stopped trembling.

When their bodies became warm, their spirits gradually became cheered up. Only then did they raise their heads and look at each other.

The swaying fire illuminated their young faces. Song Zelan saw a face covered with gray stains, which was obviously pounced on when the fire was just now.

"Young Master Shi, your face." Song Zelan smiled and signaled.

Shi Wei wiped it with his sleeve, but he didn't.

Song Zelan stretched out her sleeves and gently wiped the gray stains on his face.

Shi Wei let her wipe her face, but she couldn't help but peek at her face quietly.

She was so close that she was breathing a faint orchid in her mouth. The pretty face reflected by the firelight had a different kind of beauty.

Before he knew it, Shi Wei felt a little lost in his mind.

"Okay, no..." Song Zelan put down her sleeves and was talking, but suddenly saw Shi Wei staring at her like that.

"What, is there any dust on my face?" Song Zelan subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face.

Looking at her confused look, Shi Wei's heart was moved. He actually reached out to touch her face by a devil. He gently stroked the film on her face on the grounds of helping her wipe her face.

Song Zelan seemed to feel that he did it on purpose, and she felt ashamed in her heart, and a hot feeling arose.

Although she was shy, she did not refuse, but lowered her head and allowed Shi Wei to gently stroke her face.

Shi Wei touched it, but suddenly realized that the originally fair and pretty face in front of him had turned into a big vague face.

He suddenly realized, stopped in time, looked down and realized that his hands were covered with dust.

Looking up at her again, looking at the face covered in carbon black and blank eyes, Shi Wei couldn't bear it and laughed out loud. (To be continued.

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