Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 475 Relying on Favor (20)

"No." Yan Zhen remained calm and quickly recounted his injuries to Zhao Yuan. "I plan to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yuan grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled it out of his thigh.

Yan Zhen: "!!!"

She screamed, "Zhao Yuan, are you fucking insane?!"

Zhao Yuan tossed the bloody arrowhead aside, saying nonchalantly, "I'm incredibly resilient; how could I possibly die from such a minor injury?"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood gushed from his arrow wound like an underground spring, soaking the grass beneath his feet in the blink of an eye.

Yan Zhen: "..."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

With his face covered in blood, he glanced at Yan Zhen, then looked away, blinking guiltily, "Ah, bad luck this time."

Yan Zhen really wanted to slap him.

She immediately tore off a piece of her skirt and pressed it against Zhao Yuan's thigh to stop the bleeding.

Seeing her flustered state, Zhao Yuan suddenly asked, "If I hadn't pulled out the arrow, how were you going to treat my wound?"

Yan Zhen said angrily, "I'll hide you on the mountain first, then I'll go down and find someone to carry you back!"

Zhao Yuan chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny?" Yan Zhen said angrily.

"There are people everywhere on the way back to Tingzhou to arrest you. You will be arrested as soon as you show your face. I will not let you out of my sight. Even if you are taken back to Daliang, it will be after I die."

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

As the blood from Zhao Yuan's leg flowed more and more violently, Yan Zhen became so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhao Yuan felt his strength slowly draining away with his blood, and he couldn't help but shiver.

As Yan Zhen tore off her skirt again to bandage his legs, which were wrapped in layers of cloth, Zhao Yuan stopped her and struggled to stand up.

"What are you doing? Sit down!"

Zhao Yuan ignored her and instead gazed into the distance.

After all this commotion, the sky is beginning to lighten.

He determined his location by following the direction of the rising sun and began to give his last instructions: "After I die, don't worry about my body. Go down the mountain from that side and keep walking east. That's the direction of Tingzhou."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Zhao Yuan took out a token from his pocket: "This is the royal token. Seeing this token is like seeing me. If you can return to Tingzhou alive, go to Chen He and tell him that you are my queen."

From now on, the Tingzhou army will obey your orders. Whether you wish to defend Tingzhou to the death in this corner of the country, or order the Tingzhou army to fight their way back to Daliang, it is entirely up to you.”

Yan Zhen remained silent for a while, then took the token and stuffed it into his pocket. He then sat down on the ground, took off his embroidered shoes which were not suitable for walking in the mountains, and took a pair of shoe covers from the feet of a man in black next to him.

Although they don't fit properly, they're wearable.

After doing all that, she turned around and squatted down in front of Zhao Yuan, patting her back with her other hand: "Come here."

Zhao Yuan frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I'll carry you down the mountain; you can't walk right now."

"What a joke." Zhao Yuan pushed her. "How can I, a dignified man of eight feet tall, let a woman carry me?"

Yan Zhen was pushed forward by him and stumbled, kneeling on the ground. She turned her head and said angrily, "If you don't leave now, after you bleed to death, you, an eight-foot-tall man, will be nothing but five pounds, box and all!"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Yan Zhen urged, "Come on up, hurry up!"

Zhao Yuan's carefree smile vanished, and he said seriously, "You can't carry me."

"I can carry you!" Yan Zhen said, holding his breath. "Even if I can't carry you, you won't crush me to death, but you really will die if you stay here! Get on!"

Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment after being scolded by her stern voice, then climbed onto her back.

Yan Zhen gritted his teeth and carried the person on his back, but stumbled under Zhao Yuan's weight.

Zhao Yuan responded with an "Ah."

Yan Zhen quickly steadied himself: "I need you to guide me, don't fall asleep."

"……it is good."

Yan Zhen staggered down the mountain carrying Zhao Yuan on his back, talking to him as they went to keep him sober.

"Zhao Yuan, you need to lose weight! Why are you getting so fat? You're heavier than Fu Xue!"

"...I am not fat."

"Fatty! Once we get back to Tingzhou and your injuries have healed, you'll need to lose at least another twenty pounds."

"I've already said I'm not fat, I'm just tall!"

Zhao Yuan weighed almost twice as much as Yan Zhen, but Tan Junzhuo was physically weak, and after walking a short distance, she was panting and covered in sweat.

At first, Zhao Yuan was worried that he would exhaust her, and twice suggested that he get off and walk by himself.

But as time went on, he spoke less and less, and when Yan Zhen spoke to him, his replies became shorter and shorter.

"Zhao Yuan, don't sleep!" Yan Zhen reminded him. "Open your eyes and help me see which way we're going."

Zhao Yuan felt extremely cold all over, and his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry. All he could say was, "The direction is right... Keep going forward."

"Okay, is the sun about to rise?"

"almost……"

"Is it raining?"

"without……"

"Zhao Yuan!" Yan Zhen suddenly shouted.

Startled, Zhao Yuan, who was feeling drowsy, snapped out of his daze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No sleeping!" Yan Zhen said sternly.

"I'm so sleepy and tired."

"No matter how tired you are, you're not allowed to sleep. If you fall asleep, you won't wake up!"

"..."

Noticing Zhao Yuan's head resting on his shoulder, Yan Zhen lifted him up slightly, calling out, "Zhao Yuan! Zhao Yuan!"

Zhao Yuan: "...Stop shouting, I heard you."

"Open your eyes!" Yan Zhen said. Now that they had reached a relatively flat area, she quickened her pace. "Just hold on a little longer, and we'll be back in Tingzhou soon."

Zhao Yuan looked up at the lush green mountains and forests around him, smiled wryly, and replied, "Okay."

To attract Zhao Yuan's attention, Yan Zhen asked, "Zhao Yuan, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Zhao Yuan was taken aback, and after thinking for a few moments, he said, "It looks good."

"Then I'll marry you."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

"If you can make it back to Tingzhou alive, I will marry you."

Zhao Yuan: "...No."

"Tsk," Yan Zhen said with dissatisfaction, "Why?"

"You look like a spoiled brat," Zhao Yuan scoffed. "I'm poor, and Tingzhou is poor too. We can't afford to support you."

"I can make money."

"You have a bad temper."

"I change."

"You can't cook."

"I studied."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but laugh: "After you marry me, will you still wash my feet?"

Yes, I will not only wash your feet, but also give you a bath.

Her words stirred up some unpleasant memories for Zhao Yuan, and he let out another cold snort: "You scoundrel!"

"Then will you marry me?"

“…Alright then,” Zhao Yuan said. “If I can get back alive, I’ll reluctantly make you my queen.”

"Thank you, my lord." Yan Zhen gritted his teeth, patted Zhao Yuan's buttocks with the hand that was tucked under his legs, and said, "Cheer up, don't let me become a widow before I'm even married."