"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu was confused.
Huang Rong hurriedly explained, "I haven't lived on Peach Blossom Island for a long time, so I've forgotten to check the weather here. There were a lot of seabirds resting on the coast just now. Under normal circumstances, they should be hunting for food at this time. Why are they resting so early? Is it possible that a storm is coming?"
Song Qingshu was stunned. "You can predict a storm just like that? What if the birds are just tired of flying? "Although the sky was a bit gloomy, the sea was calm, and it didn't seem like a typhoon was coming.
Seeing that he was unmoved, Huang Rong was angry and anxious. She pulled him back as she said, "Of course it's not just that. Normally, the wind blows from the island to the sea at night, and from the sea to the island during the day. But today, the wind is blowing in the opposite direction, which means that a storm is coming."
Song Qingshu was shocked. As a general, he had to know the sky and the earth, and he was too far behind in this aspect. If he encountered a situation like this in a naval battle in the future, it would be terrible if he didn't notice it in advance.
Just as he was about to say something, a sudden gust of wind blew so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes. Song QingShu looked towards the sea and saw that the sea was turbulent. A boundless black cloud was rapidly approaching from the horizon, and he could faintly see lightning and thunder within it.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned. "This change is too fast. The sky was clear for thousands of miles just now."
Huang Rong smiled bitterly. "The weather on the sea is always like this. It changes in an instant. But today's change is too abnormal. I'm afraid it's a big storm that hasn't been seen in decades. Let's go."
Song Qingshu secretly clicked his tongue. In his previous life, he would hear all kinds of exaggerated typhoons ravaging the coast every year. He didn't expect to be so unlucky as to encounter one so coincidentally.
Huang Rong no longer spoke. She pulled Song Qingshu and ran home through the woods. It was a pity that they had been walking and had reached the farthest end of the island. They would not be able to return for a while.
Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu was not bad, but this Peach Blossom Island was full of traps, and he did not know the way. Even if he wanted to speed up, he could not. Originally, he could fly in the air, but the wind was so strong that he could not stand steadily. If he flew in the air, he would not have anything to borrow strength from. He was very worried that he would be blown into the sea by the wind.
If he was alone, he might have given it a try. However, Huang Rong was with him now, and she was pregnant. If she were to fall from midair, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he didn't dare take the risk.
Just like that, the two of them jogged all the way. Suddenly, Huang Rong stopped and held her stomach with a pained expression.
"What's wrong?" Song Qingshu asked hurriedly. "Is it because of the pregnancy?"
Huang Rong nodded, and said weakly, "Maybe."
Song Qingshu did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly pushed her blood and slowly transferred his Qi into her body. After a long time, she opened her eyes.
"It's okay. Let's continue." Huang Rong said tiredly.
Song Qingshu slightly frowned. "How about I carry you? Otherwise, the pregnancy will be affected again."
Hearing his words, Huang Rong blushed and shook her head. Although her voice was a little weak, her tone was very firm. "No, I can walk by myself."
Song Qingshu knew that she did not want to have too much physical contact with him. He smiled bitterly and did not force her. He walked behind her.
However, after this delay, the storm had already arrived. Next, Song Qingshu could be said to have seen what was called a torrential downpour. When the rain came down, the two of them instantly became like drowned rats.
Coupled with the strong wind, visibility was reduced to only a few meters. Fortunately, Song QingShu's martial arts were profound. Suddenly, he felt a sense of foreboding and directly blocked in front of Huang Rong. He struck the air with his palm. At this time, a big tree fell down, and with the force of his palm, it flew ten feet away.
"No, it's too dangerous to walk like this. Who knows when a big tree or a falling stone will fall. I may not be able to find it every time." Song Qingshu shouted in Huang Rong's ear. At this time, the wind was raging everywhere. Even if he was close, if he did not shout, he would not be able to hear it.
"I know a place. Come with me." Huang Rong obviously agreed with his judgment. She pulled him to the side of a small path. At this time, she did not care about the fact that men and women should not touch each other. The visibility was too low. In addition, there was a maze on the island. If the two of them were three to five meters apart, it was estimated that they would lose each other in the next second.
Song Qingshu protected her, using his body to block most of the wind for her. From time to time, he would brush away some broken branches, sand and stones in the air.
"Quickly go in." After walking for a while, Huang Rong suddenly said.
Only now did Song Qingshu see that there was a stone house in front of him. It was completely different from the houses he had seen before. He could not help but feel strange: Why is there such a stone house in the middle of the forest? And why is it so strange?
When he walked closer, his expression suddenly changed. It turned out that he saw it clearly. In front of him was not a stone house, but a stone grave. In front of the grave was a tombstone with the words "Peach Blossom Island's Lady Feng's Grave" written on it.
"It seems that this is the resting place of Huang Yaoshi's wife, Feng Heng." Song Qingshu did not expect to come here, and for a moment he was stunned.
"Quickly come in." Huang Rong opened a door next to the grave and hurriedly called for him to go in.
Song Qingshu knew that ordinary people's tombs only had one division, but some emperors' tombs were built like palaces, with a large space inside. Although Huang Yaoshi could not use as much manpower and resources as the emperor, it was obvious that he was not like ordinary people, and the space inside was still quite large.
After entering the door, Huang Rong smoothly closed it, and the raging wind and rain from before were instantly isolated outside. Song Qingshu could not help but sigh. No wonder the primitive people in the early days wanted to build a house. It was indeed more secure inside.
Song Qingshu looked around, and his attention was quickly attracted by the coffin in the middle of the room. He knew that the person lying inside should be Feng Heng.
He saw Huang Rong walk over, kneel on the ground, and kowtow. "Mother, I came back to see you." In the early years, every time she came back here, she would cry like a person in tears. Now, as she grew older, her endurance had improved, but her face was still full of sadness.
Suddenly she heard two bangs, and saw that Song Qingshu was also kneeling beside her, kowtowing. She could not help but be dumbfounded. "What are you kowtowing for?"
"You have kowtowed, of course I also have to kowtow." Song Qingshu said seriously.
Huang Rong's face instantly flushed red, and she was suddenly ashamed and angry. "Nonsense!" It should be known that in this world, only her husband, her man, would follow her and kowtow to her mother. She did not know what to do with Song Qingshu's behavior.
"Rong 'er, you don't need to think too much." Song Qingshu smiled slightly. "I have long heard of your mother's deeds, and I am full of admiration for her. As a junior, it is only right that I pay my respects to her."
Huang Rong snorted, but she could not vent her anger. Seeing his respect for her mother, her eyes could not help but soften a little.
After paying respects to her mother, Huang Rong walked to the door and gently opened the stone door. Looking at the scene of the storm outside, she could not help but look worried. "I don't know when the storm will stop."
"You grew up by the sea. Don't you have a general guess?" Song Qingshu also walked over.
Huang Rong shook her head. "It's hard to say. Sometimes it will pass in one day, and sometimes it may last for about ten days. We can only leave it to fate."
Because of the opening of the door, the wind outside blew in, and Huang Rong could not help but shiver.
It turned out that it was raining heavily just now. Although the two of them ran all the way, they were still drenched. It was fine in the wind and rain just now, but now that they were free, they instantly found that their clothes were tightly stuck to their bodies. When the wind blew, it was bone-chilling.
Seeing that Huang Rong was shivering, Song Qingshu planned to put his coat on her. However, looking at the wet clothes, he could not help but smile bitterly and could only give up.
"I don't know when the wind and rain will stop. It looks like we won't be able to get out for a while. Let's start a fire and dry our clothes first." Song Qingshu said.
"Start a fire here?" Huang Rong was a little hesitant. After all, this was her mother's mausoleum.
Song Qingshu advised, "You are pregnant right now, and your body's resistance is not good. If you are not careful and catch a cold, not only you, but the child in your stomach will also be in danger. Your mother's spirit in heaven will definitely not want her daughter and grandson to be in danger."
If she was alone, Huang Rong might really have forced it. However, when she thought of the child in her stomach, her maternal instincts made her finally agree.
Song Qingshu began to collect the materials. The wind and rain outside were so strong that the branches and wood were already wet and could not be used. Fortunately, there were still a lot of things that could be collected in the mausoleum.
Originally, Song Qingshu wanted to use the incense burner table in front of the coffin, but Huang Rong flatly refused. Fortunately, there were enough wood collected from other places, so he did not insist.
The fire was quickly started, and the two of them immediately felt a little warmth.
"Take off your clothes and dry them. It's easy to get sick with wet clothes sticking to your body," Song Qingshu said.
"Ah?" Huang Rong could not help but look at him in shock.
Song Qingshu could not help but roll his eyes. "Wasn't it the same two days ago outside of Shanyin City? Your own thoughts are not pure. "
Huang Rong almost suffocated to death. Who was the one who was not pure? She could not help but feel a little moved by his suggestion.
"Don't worry, I won't peek at you. I am a very righteous person." Song Qingshu knew of her worries and added.
Huang Rong unhappily glanced at him. What kind of righteous person are you? However, during this period of time, he had been very polite to her. Moreover, when she thought of the matter at the outskirts of Shanyin City, she hesitated for a moment before finally nodding her head. "Then go over there and don't look back."
Song Qingshu spread out his hands. "Don't worry." As he said this, he went around to the other side of the coffin, as if he had disappeared without a trace.
Huang Rong let out a sigh of relief. She rustled and began to take off her clothes. While holding the dress in front of her body, she carefully looked to the other side. Seeing that he was not peeking, she felt relieved and began to warm herself by the fire.
"While you're at it, help me dry my clothes." At this time, a bundle of clothes was thrown over from the other side.
Huang Rong instinctively caught it in her hands. When she looked at it, she could not help but feel ashamed and angry. "You also took off your clothes?"
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This chapter happened to be writing about a terrifying storm, but in reality, there was an earthquake.
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