Han Xuan didn't know why, but she felt a little excited in her heart, and she drifted towards that path unknowingly.
Jiang Nai had no choice but to follow him, running with his short legs and mumbling: "If you go out from here, you will probably go around into the mountains."
This barren mountain range is quite large. I didn't expect that there is a path at the bottom of the cliff leading to the other end of the mountain.
Jiang Nai followed Miss Han San's fluttering figure out of the gravel path and entered the barren mountain, walking around for nearly a quarter of an hour.
A clear stream appeared in front of us, and two small wooden houses were located next to it.
Miss Han San's expression was extremely excited at this time. She turned to Jiang Nai and seemed very happy, but she was a little incoherent.
"He's not dead."
"We said before that if we really have nowhere to go, we will run away to the mountains and build two wooden houses. He will farm and I will weave, and we will be self-sufficient."
Jiang Nai almost laughed out loud. She really wanted to ask this third lady, can you weave?
And that poor scholar who can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, can he really farm?
It's simply a fantasy.
"This is just a small wooden house where hunters live." Jiang Nai couldn't help pouring cold water on her, "Hunters go into the mountains and sometimes wander around in the mountains for several days. There are special wooden houses set up in the forest for the hunting hunters who pass by to live in the woods.
, this is not surprising.”
"No." Miss Han San became more and more excited as she spoke. She pointed at a string of wind chimes in front of the wooden house and said with laughter and tears, "He said he would hang a string of wooden wind chimes like this at the door."
"When he went out to farm, I would wait for him to come back at home, from sunrise to sunset."
Jiang Nai couldn't help but interrupt her unrealistic dream, "Miss Third, you can't live such a hard life, wake up."
Not to mention staying in this wooden house for a day, but even for half an hour, I'm afraid this young lady would suffocate.
"I can do that. As long as I'm with the one I love, it doesn't matter where I go." Miss Han San looked annoyed.
"Have you thought about the consequences of a young and beautiful lady like you living in this forest? Although this barren mountain has few resources, there are also many woodcutters and farmers coming and going. Any strong and reckless man can take it.
The scholar in your family was killed and you were taken back to be the wife of Yazhai."
Talking about a secluded life like a god, it must be based on strength.
"He will protect me well." The third lady seemed to particularly trust her little scholar.
"He is so smart. He will definitely think of a way in advance so that we can live peacefully."
Jiang Nai couldn't help but roll her eyes.
No matter how hard you try, for the violent Nana, all tricks and tricks are nothing in the face of strength.
With a soft "creak" sound, the door of the cabin was pushed open from the inside out.
Jiang Nai only saw a very frail and vicissitudes of life man wearing gray linen clothes and dragging an incomplete leg out.
With a cane in his hand, he turned around and fumbled around to close the wooden door.
Only then did Jiang Nai realize that the man was actually blind.
He turned around and looked at Miss Han San, only to see that her eyes were full of light and she looked like she wanted to cry but couldn't.
How can Yin spirits have tears? Logically speaking, Yin spirits should not even have human emotions.
Jiang Nai asked softly, "Is he Feng Shusheng?"
Is Feng Junni really not dead? Then he was disabled after being thrown off a cliff?