The eighth princess was puzzled: "Only you can do it?" Why? Are you afraid that your mother will not do well? ”

"It's not! Mother you don't know, this is not just a rattan rope, you don't see that I am tossing them, in fact, I am cultivating feelings with them, so that these hands can adapt to them, otherwise how to pull them up to climb up! You're watching from the sidelines! Xiang Jin flickered at the Eighth Princess quite seriously.

How could she let her mother's "fairy"-like jade hands touch these thorny things, for her, it was not just a matter of pricking her hands, but pricking her heart!

In Xiang Jin's heart, no matter how long the eighth princess has lived here and how much hardship she has suffered, as long as she is here for a day, she will never let Zhao Ziyi's mother suffer.

So during this time, whether it was carrying water and chopping wood, digging vegetables and fishing, all the heavy work was done by her.

Looking at Xiang Jin, who was working hard, the eighth princess's eyes were bent into crescents, and she nodded with a smile, she spoke highly of Xiang Jin.

This girl who dares to be a thief on the rivers and lakes, although she is very arrogant, and she can't see any "women's words and deeds" in her at all, but her tenacious personality has been recognized by the eighth princess, and it has also subverted her perception of women.

This child does not have the shadow of everyone's beautiful girl, his words and deeds are also bold and uninhibited, and he is like a boy when he works, and he is not squeamish at all.

The most rare thing is that she doesn't see a trace of scheming in her eyes, and she is very filial, the eighth princess is quite satisfied with Xiang Jin's daughter-in-law, and believes that her son also cherishes her.

Although it is very lonely to live here alone, the eighth princess does not want to leave Xiang Jin behind, because she knows that her son must also love Xiang Jin very much.

Compared to her, her son needs him more as a lady. So even if Xiang Jin goes and doesn't come back, the eighth princess will support her to go out!

"Xiaojin, come and drink saliva!"

The eighth princess knew that she couldn't make Xiang Jin stop, so she directly brought the cup to her mouth.

"Well, thank you, mother!" Xiang Jin casually wiped the sweat on his face to his shoulder, took a sip of water, and continued his work.

Xiang Jin has no mother since she was a child, and now Zhao Ziyi's mother is so good to her, she also enjoys this feeling, and she is full of maternal love during this time!

So she also hopes to go out as soon as possible, bring Zhao Ziyi to meet his mother, and feel this long-lost maternal love!

***

Xiang Jin finally made full preparations three days later.

In the past few days, in addition to weaving rattan ropes, she also cut countless firewood for the eighth princess, caught some fish, and hunted a few wild birds.

Xiang Jin calculated that as long as she could climb up smoothly, it wouldn't take long to take Qingqing to escape from the imperial capital, so the ones she prepared were enough for the eighth princess to use for half a month.

Although the eighth princess has lived here for so many years, it is impossible for her to be starved as she thinks, but she has always been unable to let go.

As soon as the sky was bright, Xiang Jin carried a circle of rattan ropes on his back and came to the edge of the cliff accompanied by the eighth princess.

In order to lighten the load, in addition to the rattan rope, she only brought a little jerky, and a small bamboo tube of water the length of her forearm.

According to the observation of the eighth princess for many years, although this cliff is not visible at a glance, at least from the place where the naked eye can see, there is a relatively rugged cliff.

There are protruding rocks all the way up the cliff, which is more conducive to rock climbing, so the eighth princess suggested that Xiang Jin go up from there.

And underneath that, they've laid a thick layer of haystacks, just in case.

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