Qian'er looked down at Xiaozhuang, desperately recalling the several first aid knowledge that her mother taught them.

How to save someone choked by food?

How to save the drowning person?

Qian'er's hands trembled slightly, calmed down a little, and then put her hands on Xiaozhuang's chest without hesitation, and silently calculated the song that her mother had sang, and pressed quickly according to that frequency!

One, two, three...

Until thirty times, the child stopped pressing, pinched Xiaozhuang's chin with one hand, raised his face, then lowered his head, approached his lips, and blew into his mouth.

The night was dark, and she couldn't tell whether this tone was enough to blow into Xiaozhuang's chest.

But she couldn't stop and had to continue chest compressions.

After the thirty presses, she breathed a sigh of relief to Xiaozhuang again, and then began the third press.

By this time, Qian'er's head was covered in sweat, her arms were sore, and her knees on the ground also felt a vague pain.

This kind of first aid, Fang is too labor-intensive.

But Qian'er dared not stop.

She was afraid that she would stop, so Xiaozhuang completely died.

"Xiaozhuang, wake up and stop sleeping!" She cried while keeping the frequency of pressing, she dared not change.

Until the fifth press, Xiaozhuang finally let out a cough, spit out a sip of water from his mouth, and resumed his own breathing!

Qian'er was very surprised and quickly stopped and held him: "Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang, are you awake? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Xiaozhuang gasped and slowly calmed down. After sitting up, she sat up, turned around and grabbed Qian'er's hand, touched her face and arms, "Has the princess been burned by the fire?"

"No, not at all." Qian'er shook her head.

When she fell into the water, she woke up and then found herself tightly wrapped in a quilt, intact, and not even a strand of hair was burned.

However, Xiaozhuang has ragged clothes and dark night, so it is impossible to tell if there is any injury.

At this time, a cry came from afar.

Xiaozhuang quickly raised his voice and replied: "Here--"

Several people ran towards this side immediately.

Qian'er stood up with Xiaozhuang.

Only then did Xiaozhuang realize that her palms were cold and moist.

"Is it too cold?" Xiaozhuang asked.

"It's not cold." Qian'er shook her head.

That's sweat at all.

It's frightened, anxious and tired.

Now I just feel that I have no strength left, and the two of them snuggled up against each other, leaning against a tree, waiting to be in place.

Escape from death, at this moment they had thousands of words to say in their hearts, but they didn't want to say a word.

The night is so light.

None of them wanted to speak out to ruin the beautiful atmosphere.

However, as the Wu people got closer, Xiaozhuang still spoke first.

"Princess, it's too dangerous outside. You will go back tomorrow with the prince and the others."

"I was planning to leave tomorrow." Qian'er muttered, "Who knew that a fire broke out, and it was a disaster. Fortunately, the young man and the second prince consort went out to collect herbs, but the waiter was also sleeping in the room. I don't know how he was doing. It's really worrying."

"Prince Lian is alert and has good martial arts skills. There must be a way to get out of here."

"I hope."

She didn't know yet, and the waiter was almost burned to death.

If she knew, she would never sit here and remain calm.
Chapter completed!