Song Qinghuan and Ta Xue were taken to the farmyard at the foot of Qianfo Mountain by Rushuang.
Later, when I was kidnapped by Xiao Ci, I felt so uncomfortable being knocked around and was so hungry that I was exhausted. Coupled with the excitement of seeing Xiao Ci, I didn't even think of walking in the snow for a while.
I don’t know whether Texue is still in Xiao Wei’s hands or whether he was saved by Xiao Ci’s people.
Xiao Ci laughed angrily at Song Qinghuan's belated appearance, and deliberately threw a piece of wet firewood stained with dew into the fire. The cave was immediately filled with smoke, choking Song Qinghuan until he coughed repeatedly.
"You've almost eaten it before you remember your poor maid. Who really followed you? You're in trouble." Xiao Ci couldn't help but laugh when he saw her look of embarrassment.
Seeing that her face was stained with anger, he stretched out his hand and pinched her nose. Then he found that there was some oil remaining on his hands, and he immediately wiped it on Song Qinghuan's body in disgust.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm afraid I'll send you to a first-class residence."
Song Qinghuan was so angry at his action that he glared and said, "Why don't you send me to Yipinju?"
After all, there are still people waiting for you at Yipinju. When you come here, you have to take care of food and clothing yourself.
Xiao Ci said: "You didn't say you wanted to go to Yipinju."
Song Qinghuan was so angry that she kicked him: "Get away from me."
"Don't think that I will be merciful just because you saved me. If you piss me off, I will leave you dead."
"Hahaha..." Xiao Ci smiled heartily and rolled to the side a little.
Then he said again: "I haven't gotten angry yet, but you have become angry."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand across the fire and hit her on the forehead again, but this time he wiped her hands without any objection.
Song Qinghuan was hit on the head and didn't feel any pain, so he didn't hide away. He just turned the roast chicken in his hand and inhaled the aroma of the roast.
"I didn't mess with you."
Xiao Ci crossed his arms in front of him, his teeth were itching with anger, and he said sourly: "I have sent you so many letters, why don't you even get a reply? Could it be that there is that boy from the Wei family, and even your ninth uncle doesn't recognize him?"
Already?"
Speaking of those letters, Song Qinghuan was still very angry and said without raising his head: "You call that a letter?"
"Dried weeds, leaves, rotten wild fruits, dried snake skins, rabbit fur, chicken feathers, everything. Why don't you bring me all the corpses."
When Xiao Ci sent a letter to Song Qinghuan, he really did it as he pleased. He didn't necessarily have to write anything on the paper. It didn't matter what it was. He just picked up whatever he had on hand and stuffed it into the mailbox. He had no other intention. He just wanted to send it to Song Qing.
Say goodbye a little bit.
Those wild flowers and weeds were easy to talk about, but ever since Song Qinghuan poured out a section of dried snake skin from the mailbox, she no longer dared to think of anything else that Xiao Ci didn't dare to give.
Xiao Ci has been hanging out in romantic places all year round, and he also knows how to send flowers, rouge, gouache, clothes and jewelry to other girls. However, he feels that Song Qinghuan is different, so he also feels that he should treat her differently, so naturally the things he gives are also different.
It is indeed so different.
When the Cao family's army was fighting, he would not go to the battlefield, but would run out to hunt from time to time, and he would always gain something.
One day, I even hunted a male deer, and immediately bled it and drank the deer's blood to replenish my body. I saw the bright red deer and thought about using it to make a painting for Song Qinghuan, and planned to send it to Kyoto from Liaodong.
It was better to forcefully ask the confidants around him to persuade him, otherwise the letter would have been delivered to Song Qinghuan.
Hearing her complain this time, Xiao Ci couldn't help but touch his nose and muttered: "I thought you were different from those superficial women."
"Haha..." Song Qinghuan laughed at him twice: "I'm just superficial."
Then he said: "I have pretended to be a good person in those letters of yours, and I will explain to you what those things mean."
After thinking about it for a while, he was still unconvinced and said: "You still blame me for not replying to your letter. How do you want me to reply? Kill a chicken or a rabbit, pluck the feathers and put them in the mailbox for you?"
"That's not necessary." Xiao Ci laughed. Hearing that Song Qinghuan had placed all his letters carefully, his mood suddenly improved inexplicably.
Fu took the roast chicken from her hand and roasted it for her. After thinking about it, he took out the dagger from his arms and cut out the cooked part. He wrapped it in big leaves and gave it to her. He also said: "
Be careful if it's hot."
Song Qinghuan thought he was a conscience-stricken person and enjoyed being served by him.
With a cold response, she took it from his hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
After eating, while Xiao Ci didn't go crazy, Song Qinghuan asked what he hadn't asked before: "I heard from Rouzhen that the army won't come back until the year before. It's only the middle of October, why did you come back early?"
Already."
He was a little excited when he said it: "How did you know that I was kidnapped by Xiao Wei's people, and why did you go out of your way to save me?"
Recalling what the storyteller said in the notebook, he grinned again: "Is this a hero saving a beauty?"
Xiao Ci sliced off the meat carefully while listening to her chattering, and couldn't help but glance at her sideways.
"You think you are beautiful?"
The atmosphere became cold at that time. Song Qinghuan held a mouthful of meat in his mouth but could not spit it out or swallow it. After a while, he sprayed it all over Xiao Ci's face.
After thinking about it for a while, I still felt uneasy, so I nudged him, lowered my head and got into his arms, smearing the oil on his chest and the dirt on his face all over his chest.
Finally, he added: "How could a person like you marry a wife and have two children? Tell me, why do people like you?"
Mentioning the late Princess Rui, the smile on Xiao Ci's face gradually faded, and the movements of his hands stopped.
As soon as Song Qinghuan saw his change of expression, she immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, blinked her eyes, and said again: "Well, I, I..."
Xiao Ci didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes, and continued to lower his head and take out the roast chicken meat slices and wrap them in big leaves for Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan was so disturbed by this weird atmosphere that he took it for a long time before he carefully accepted it, and then apologized obediently: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
Xiao Ci smiled, but the smile contained emotions that Song Qinghuan could not see clearly. After a long time, he said again: "Eat quickly. I will take you back after you finish."
Song Qinghuan nodded obediently and did not dare to say anything anymore. He just held the big tree leaves and gnawed them. No matter how hungry he was, the food in his mouth felt like chewing wax.
They ate everything they could and put out the firewood pile. When the two of them came out of the cave covered by trees and vines, dawn was beginning to break on the horizon.
Song Qinghuan was so impressed by the color of the sky that he couldn't help but sigh: "It's almost dawn."
Xiao Ci smiled and whistled, and then he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away in the deep forest.
There was still a cloak hanging on the horse. Xiao Ci turned over and got on the horse, sat firmly, and then stretched out his hand to Song Qinghuan: "Come up."
When Song Qinghuan saw the huge cloak, he remembered the last time the two of them returned together. The tip of his ears turned red before he stretched out his hand, and was pulled onto the horse's back by Xiao Ci.
Her head was still pressed against his chest, and with the huge cloak covering her, she couldn't even see him.
