Jiang Xian squeezed out the words: "It's the hardest thing to accept the grace of the beauty, I only understood today that this is the case." ”

Changle was actually a little accustomed to his poor mouth, so he didn't pay attention to it or fight back, just held his hand, rolled up his cuffs, looked at it again and again, and was inexplicably a little red-eyed.

Speaking from his heart, he added new injuries because of the reason for saving her.

"Don't cry! Don't! He was still in the mood to look at her jokes, "Your gray face now is really not suitable for the pear blossom with rain!" I'm not going to be impressed. ”

The ghost wants you to be excited? Changle gave birth to a trace of grievance, opened his mouth, and unexpectedly rolled down two tears, forgot everything he wanted to say, and didn't turn his face to sob silently.

"Are you really crying? I can't see you care so much about me. The taste of broken hand bones was not pleasant, but Jiang Xian was probably numb from pain at this time, and he felt nothing, but Changle's sudden gaffe made him feel a little indescribable and unclear.

"Broken bones for a hundred days, you can't just abandon me in the future, and make a contribution." He laughs.

"I didn't cry for you." Changle tried to calm down his emotions, choked up and said, "I'm for myself, I've been confused for the past few days, and I can't even tell right from wrong." ”

Jiang Xian explained: "It's not that you can't tell the difference, but those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black." I let you not be a princess, so that your city will be ruined and the country will be destroyed, you should cut me with a thousand knives, but according to the current situation, we have to cooperate. ”

He used a "cooperation" to clear up too many troubled concerns.

Changle nodded, this answer was very reasonable, but she was thinking too much.

After a little rectification, Jiang Xian simply bandaged the wound, and then supported each other and walked towards the pine forest. The road was covered with thick pine needles, soft when stepped on, and occasionally a few pine cones were on their feet, and Changle leaned over to pick them up one by one and put them in the sleeve cage.

"Are you going to feed the squirrels?" Jiang Xian couldn't help but feel a little bored when he saw that she hadn't spoken much.

"It's not." Changle patted the hem of his skirt, and the pine needles that had just been stained shook off, "I'm going to find a place to feed you." ”

He laughed, but the smile touched the wound, he stopped laughing, and his expression even became a little condensed: "I don't like to eat pine nuts." ”

"And what do you like? I'm listening. Changle's voice was also indifferent.

"There are a lot of mushrooms in this forest, and I want to drink mushroom soup." It doesn't sound like a joke.

Changle laughed hurriedly: "Okay, I'll dig some soil, and I'll make you a crockpot for simmering soup first." ”

"No, no." Jiang Xian raised his hands in agreement.

"Sit down!" Changle felt a nameless anger rush through his chest.

Jiang Xian was very obedient and sat upright.

Changle was even more angry: "For your sake, I'll bear it!" ”

"Definitely! Contemptible people are injured hands, not lame, pay attention to your wording! He began to close his eyes.

Changle stared at his face for a long time, and suddenly realized that he needed time to recuperate.

Mushroom soup, right? Mushroom soup is mushroom soup, what's the difficulty? She rolled up her sleeves and dried, and there were many clumps of mushrooms at the roots of the pine trees, which made it effortless.

The water source is also ready-made, the mountain spring dingdong, the best water quality.

It's just that the container for cooking soup is not so easy to find.

Changle walked around the pine forest several times, still without an idea.

Suddenly, she stumbled under her feet and almost fell, but when she looked at it, she was happy.

It's a helmet, an iron semicircular helmet.

Is there anything more suitable for making pots in the wild?

Since escaping from the palace, for the first time, Changle feels that he is lucky, but this good luck is also related to the person he hates, and he is not really lucky.

She carefully washed the pine fungus and the iron helmet under the running water, and without saying hello, she took a fire fold from Jiang Xian's waist, lit a fire, and then made a bracket with a thicker branch, and put the helmet on it.

The aroma of mushrooms slowly overflowed, the process was neither long nor short, Changle didn't bother Jiang Xian, nor was she idle, she picked some wild onions and wild vegetables, and prepared to add them after cooking the soup.