The mountains are full of flowers, the fragrance is fragrant, the wedding dress on the body is like the colorful glow on the horizon, there is a gorgeous face under the gorgeous phoenix crown, and the makeup is more grand than ever, but Changle still recognizes that it is herself, she sits on the sedan chair, and the people who send off her relatives have walked for a long, long, long time...... When the picture turned, she had appeared in the new room full of red candles, surrounded by red and bright colors, like a cuckoo on the road, she wrung the Xipa in her hand, her heart was full of apprehension, but mixed with wisps of sweetness.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door in, the figure slowly approached him, Changle's heartbeat began to accelerate, she lowered her eyes, the decoration of the pearl curtain blocked her vision, but the groom's perfect demeanor was still in his eyes, he reached out to pick up the curtain decorated with beads, and his voice was as gentle as the wind: "Changle, I finally waited for you-"

A smile appeared on the corner of Changle's mouth, but wait, why is this voice so familiar?

I was shocked, and when I raised my eyes, who was the handsome man in front of me in a wedding dress who was not Jiang Xian?

Damn it! She cursed in a low voice, shivered, and pinched the back of her hand hard, but it was okay, it was just an absurd dream.

Changle breathed a sigh of relief, a glimmer of light had penetrated through the hole, and it must have been dawn outside.

I got up and stretched, so much happened last night, and I don't know why I fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly I remembered that there should be another person.

Changle walked quickly in front of Jiang Xian, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his lips were scabbed with blood, but he didn't even shake his eyelids.

She looked at him for a long time, and she didn't seem to even feel his breath.

Not good! Should he—

Changle cautiously put his finger under his nose, and just probed, but heard him speak: "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

The voice was very sudden, which invisibly startled Changle.

Retracted his hand, "Why don't you take a pant?" Changle rebuked him.

Jiang Xian opened his eyes and said slowly: "For a patient, your requirements should not be too high. And then quite rightly said, "I'm hungry." ”

Changle felt distressed: "Where can I find food for you in the barren mountains and mountains?" When he turned his head to think about it, he wasn't alone.

The two people with empty bellies looked at each other again and again, and Changle shook his head: "Forget it, I'll try my luck." ”

Jiang Xian pulled her cuffs: "Don't go far!" There should be a lot of wild potatoes at this time, and it is good to eat them raw or roasted. ”

Changle replied "good".

Soon he successfully brought back wild potatoes and picked up some dry firewood by the way.

The fire burned, and the cave suddenly became warm.

Changle inserted two yams from a branch and flipped them over to roast.

Jiang Xian laughed at her: "I thought that the people of your royal family were all indistinguishable and industrious, but I didn't expect you to understand a little bit of folk suffering." ”

Changle responded very seriously: "My father is a wise monarch who loves the people like a son, and he is not as good as your Yuhan monarch and eldest princess." ”

"Wise?" Jiang Xian said contemptuously, "Why did Yingming come to this point? After becoming a king, he is wise, but before that? ”

"I want to ask you what kind of holiday my adoptive mother has with my father?" Changle tossed him a small yash that had been roasted, and before that, she deliberately patted the ash off it.

Jiang Xian caught it steadily: "Thank you." "I started eating baked yams on my own.

Changle was still waiting for his reply, and seeing that he was eating extremely slowly, he gradually lost his patience: "Can you eat quickly?" ”

Jiang Xian waved his hand, expressing embarrassment: "This yamba is too powdery, it's easy to choke after eating it, I don't want to be choked to death by a wild yash without poison." ”

Changle took out another roasted yash and poked holes one after another in it with a branch, simply gritting his teeth: "We are now on the run, not playing in the mountains and rivers, grinding and chirping are waiting for that group of people to find us?" ”