Qianzichen just doesn't know.

On such a cold day, how could he have a nosebleed, it would not be that his inner abdomen would be damaged, so now it is a nosebleed, and now it is a nosebleed, is it the next time it will be the seven orifices bleeding, if so, then he must not be far from death.

"It's not sick," Shen Qingci checked the tiger skin up and down, and saw that it was not stained with blood, this is a sigh of relief, her tiger skin, how precious, she spent a lot of work to peel it off from the tiger's body, how difficult it is to find a tiger now, does he know?

"Not sick?" Qian Zichen still didn't believe it, "If you don't have a disease, why do you have a nosebleed?" ”

"Nosebleeds are just because you make up too much."

Shen Qingci didn't sympathize with Qian Zichen at all, she kindly reminded him, but he didn't listen, who can blame him now?

"Too much to make up?"

Qian Zichen was a little blinded by this sentence.

"How can there be too much to make up?" He hadn't eaten anything in a long time, except for the meat.

"Princess, can you ask what kind of meat is all that meat?"

"Tiger meat," Shen Qingci turned around and entered inside, lazily looking at Qian Zichen who was messy in the wind.

Tiger meat, oh my God, tiger meat, he actually ate tiger meat, tiger meat is a great supplement, and the meat quality is not good, few people will eat it. The tiger is also ferocious, and since ancient times, those who can hit the tiger can be counted with one hand.

But whether he ate tiger meat or two bowls, it is no wonder that he would have a nosebleed in such a cold weather.

This is definitely too much to make up.

And he wanted to ask, where did this tiger come from? But Shen Qingci had already ignored him, and he was embarrassed to chase him in.

Shen Qing Ciqing went out again, and when she came back, she had a bundle of firewood in front of her, and the little fox was still above her shoulder.

Shen Qingci's harvest this time was very good, she made a bundle of firewood, and at the same time picked up a lot of mushrooms, which were enough for her to eat for a long time.

She put the firewood at the door, and also took the mushrooms in, and prepared to make some soup for herself today.

It was dark outside, and Xiao Hu and He were also hungry, lying there without moving.

Shen Qingci took out the meat from the outside again, and now. Qian Zichen knew that Shen Qingci buried the meat in the snowdrift, so that the meat could be left for a long time, and he didn't understand that a noble lady of a family or a dignified princess Shuo, how did she know this?

Of course, he won't ask these questions, but now he's just...

Touching his stomach, he was hungry again.

There was a smell of meat inside, and Qian Zichen knew that there was meat to eat again, and he couldn't help touching his nose, he was afraid that there would be another nosebleed.

Between nosebleeds and starvation, he chose not to starve to death in the end.

Shen Qingci took a bowl, scooped a full bowl into the bowl, and then handed it to Qian Zichen.

"Thank you."

Qian Zichen took it and took a bite directly, and the meat was much better.

"What kind of meat is this?" And what he was most afraid of was that Shen Qingci said tiger meat again, and he was a little afraid of eating tiger meat when he really ate it.

"Wild boar."

Shen Qingci finally lived up to his expectations, this time it was indeed not tiger meat.

Boar!

Qian Zichen couldn't help but swallow his saliva again.

The boar on this snow has grown for an unknown number of years, and all of them are fat and strong, how did she kill a pig?

None of the two little foxes, forget it, he is picky again, how could it be these two little foxes, just their small appearance, not to mention the boar, I'm afraid that even the rabbit can't catch it, not to mention that there is a smaller one, which is obviously a milk fox that has only been born for a long time, and it is impossible to catch the boar.

Qian Zichen took another bite, and sure enough, this time the boar meat was a lot more fragrant, although there was no seasoning, but for a person who has always been hungry, this is already a rare and valuable good thing.

It's better than eating snow and bark and grass roots.

Shen Qingci was roasting tiger meat for the two foxes, and she didn't like to let them eat raw, so she gave them cooked food.

After the tiger meat was roasted, she tore the meat into pieces, and then put it in front of the two small ones, the two small ones were eaten, and they were eaten quickly, Xiaohu was also a good mother, and from time to time she pushed the shredded meat with her mouth every year, and she had to bulge up the small belly every year.

After Shen Qingci washed the bowls, the two of them were also finished, and now they are rolling in it from time to time, and they are very happy to play.

And now it's almost dark, Shen Qingci didn't think about going out again, going out is nothing more than picking up a bundle of firewood, and now even firewood has to go a long way.

As for Qian Zichen, he was lying outside at this time, and he also pillowed his hands behind his head, and unconsciously a sneer hung on the corner of his lips.

If Qian Zichen knew that he was not dead, I don't know what kind of face it would be?

He clenched his hands hard, he closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, now let's not talk about anything else, the most important thing is how to get through this difficulty.

On the second day, at the beginning of the day, Shen Qingci had already woken up, she must have woken up at this time every day, and she still fell asleep in the bed every year, and Xiaohu was also lying on her stomach and did not move.

Shen Qingci carefully picked up Xiaohu and put Xiaohu together every year.

When she came out, she saw that the person lying outside was gone, the tiger skin was neatly placed aside, and even the withered grass with the dough was neatly spread.

What's the matter, is this the person gone, or is it running?

It's just that on this snowy mountain, can you really go out? She didn't think too much about it, if she wanted to leave or stay, it was all other people's business, if she could get out, it was his life, if she couldn't get out, she only said that he was dead.

After getting dressed, she went into the snow again, collecting firewood and looking for something to eat.

This time she walked a little longer, and the firewood was also carried on her north, and the snow was falling one after another, and it was not as big as before, but there were a few stars of snowflakes scattered there, so she was not afraid of not finding her way home.

If Nian Nian or Xiaohu came, they would lead the way, and if they didn't come, Shen Qingci would return according to his footprints.

She has been in the mountains for more than a month, but she has not been able to find her way back.

When Shen Qingci came with firewood on his back, he was unexpected, and found a lot of firewood, of course, Qianzichen was also there.

Qianziqian is still squatting on the ground, and he doesn't know what he is doing, isn't he counting ants, but in this ice and snow, how can there be any ants?

(End of chapter)